On Yetis


Yiggity, Wiggity, Yeti Yet?

       a yeti inspired poem, by Jaq Poussot

Purple hands, with a love line so deep;
Entertwangled their fingers until their hearts did meet.

With chemistry brewed
And flurries blustered astray-
Yeti love came down thrashing
As they waltzed straight away. 

A waltz it was called,
But a polka hop-two
Was the rhythm of step
As their hips swayed and wooed. 

Hip-hop snow cones
Tourist camera flash
As their world spun and spun
Till they sat down for oysters
In the afternoon sun.

Q: What if the Yeti was just a giant sloth?

Jaq Poussot