Girl.
She’s hot,
packing heat
in summertime.
Girlfriend’s a pistol,
way too hot to handle.
A pistol-packing mama —
charming, alarming, disarming.
Always fighting fire with firepower,
illuminating life with her fireworks.
This poem is an etheree, written in response to Margo Roby’s 8/4/15 prompt asking us to write a poem about packing or unpacking. It probably goes without saying, but I had fun with this one.
the raven's eye 
Good fun.
“charming, alarming, disarming” love this etheree
A form worth a second looksee. 😉
Yep fireworks get packed very carefully and then ‘BOOM’ they are unpacked. 🙂
Thanks for stopping by my ‘fool’ acrosTic.
It is amazing all the different directions we can go.