At Barnard the commencement speech to the young misses
by Meryl Streep was all about the sort of kisses
she has to give, like air-kisses, ass-kicking and,
of course, real kissing, which a lot of men demand
from hookers, who she said that she was like. They don’t,
although apparently she will, but if you won’t
when we hook-up I won’t think you’re a hooker since
I feel quite sure you think I am a frog, not prince.
Still, I am hoping you will be like Meryl Streep,
and kiss your prince before it’s time to go to sleep.
Meryl claims she know a little bit of Bronx and Yiddish.
Take care of me like her when I am feeling iddish:
simulate, like her, encounters that are steamy,
and I’ll make sure your tiny hand’s not frozen, Mimi.
gershon hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kiss-me-like-meryl-streep/
