FANCY HOOKER POETRY- APPRECIATION DAY

From this day forward,
You shall not walk alone.
My heart will be your shelter,
And my arms will be your home-
--Hallmark

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace, something something...blablabla
--Shakespeare

Ignore the above mediocrity. It is there to prove a point and give us all a good laugh at how untalented/unfancy Ms. Shakespeare is.

See? We told you.

"Fancy Hooker Poetry Appreciation Day" or, FHPAD, is being observed today for the fact that it marks the birth of one of the most prolific American Poetress’s of our time, Trina. (Aka, Katrina Taylor, Aka #1 Fancy Hooker).
Her poems typically begin with a declaration or definition in the first line ("Put this pussy in yo jaws and smack...”") followed by a metaphorical change of the original premise in the second line ("...like its thanksgiving and it ain’t coming back").

She also does not write in traditional iambic pentameter. Her line lengths vary from four syllables or two feet to often eight syllables or four feet, or occasionally she just writes “My bitches”(2x) followed by “I love my bitches”(3x).

Despite skepticism of her prowess among the literary elite, critics now consider Trina to be a major American poet.

The extensive use of dashes and unconventional capitalization in Trina's poetry and the idiosyncratic vocabulary and imagery, combine to create a body of work that is far more varied in its fanciness and hookery than is commonly realized. She is considered by Alyssa and myself to be the ultimate romantic visionary in the pantheon of prose.
Here are some examples of her sublime literary style:

Alyssa’s favorite Trina Love Poems --
From "Hold My Drink Bitch - The Collected Poetry of Trina"

'GET HIS MONEY'

Trick you ain't gotta like me
Oh you his wifey?
I think your man like me
he had me in the car
with his hand on my bra
breathing in my face
saying
TRI-NA

'OFF THE CHAIN WIT IT'

Don't want Coca money
I want Oprah money
Vida loca money
You can keep that poker money
Once they taste this
They hucked like bases
And me im at the bar on patron with no chasers

Daria’s Favorite Trina Love Poems --
From "Up In My Pussy Is Like Winning The Lottery": The Complete and Unabridged Verse of Trina"

'NO PANTIES COMING OFF'
No panties coming off
My love is gonna cost
Cause ain't no way
That you gonna get up
In this for free

'I WANNA HOLLA'
Don't be mad ho',
Cause I'm that bad ho'
Pushing that pink Lamborghini Diablo
I play niggas like dummies for the fast money
You wanna holla, it's gon' cost you cash money

Thank you Trina, for giving the world these romantic odes to Hooker Fanciness. You rule.