NCiR’ Pilin’ On
I’m The Run In Her Stocking
Polysemy: the coexistence of many possible meanings for a word or phrase.
See if you can catch me, let’s both run down this path,
if you get too sweaty, you’ll have to run a bath.
You see what I did there? I can run that by again.
Don’t expect I’ll need that bath — I’ll run outta gas ’fore then.
You asked me about that track. It’s def’nitely run its course.
I’ll give you the run down, but I can’t divulge my source.
I won’t give you his name — run the risk of his exposure.
Once unique now run-of-the-mill led to a foreclosure.
Badly beaten in the race, my batteries run down.
Only then they told me, “You’s run over by a clown.”
Was a classic hit-and-run, some Bozo and his beaver,
may explain the why — I’m starting to run a fever.
Sympathy I’m needing, I think I’ll run with that.
Forgot to run wife’s errand, which caused a silly spat.
Still, I let her run the show, maybe she’ll forgive,
if she sees my nose run, she’ll think I might not live.
Thinking if I pull this off, I just might run for office.
I’m the run-in-her-stocking, she’s my pissed-off goddess.
I will be amazed if she doesn’t run out on me,
run-away with her lover — her chauffeur and my she.
Geez, he is annoying — always running red lights.
Runs a comb through his hair, hate those silly highlights.
If they make a run for it, I know that I’ll survive.
If I gotta run to town, gotta girlfriend that can drive.
Running the gauntlet of hard-to-please, isn’t any fun.
Getting her out of my life will be the winning run.
Prob’ly should have known better, bad runs in her clan.
She’d run with a bad gang, the leader my best man.
I hope you gentle readers enjoyed this run-around.
Oh … and dry run doesn’t mean this ship’s run aground.
N C i R’ media, I hope you’ll run this story,
I’ve run out of cash, but only write for the glory!
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Don’t walk, run to read Shireen Sinclair’s profound poem describing events that explode into our lives — a more serious endeavor than the run-through above: