Irena Delphina Hot Diggity Dog
In the parlance of engines was merely a cog
In the gearshift of life she was quite unexciting
(She had nothing to do with, say, spark plugs igniting)
Her job was more blah, more boring, more simple
She was put on this earth to showcase her dimple
And stand on her tiptoes with arms stretched apart
While posing for drawings of horrible art
Oh if only the artist could draw her an ocean
She’d sit by the sea and imagine the motion
Or maybe the artist could draw her Mt. Zion
She could hike to the top with a leash on a lion
Is it any surprise that Irena’s not pompous
When the drawings of her are so catty and wampus?
Is it safe to assume that she’ll never be seen
Staring up from the pages of Vogue magazine?
Poor Irena Delphina Hot Diggity Dog
She’s destined forever to live in this blog
Linda Vernon Humor 
My favorite of your poems so far!!
I really hope Irena will get to exist in another post. She is quite the enigma. I don’t actually know what “enigma” means but Irena does.
Haha! I love the word enigma. The beauty of that word is it makes you sound smart while at the same time fitting comfortably into almost any offhand comment. “She can spell really good for an enigma!”
A great writer AND a poet. I officially hate you.
Seriously Linda, this is one of my all time favourite blogs and I’m usually a hard gal to please. Just ask my baby daddy…
Ah! Thank you Lily you are so good for my ego!
I only speak the truth Linda. 🙂