Portmanteau on Cinemax
We rented a quaint old motor-home,
parked it by a motel on a smoggy shore
At brunch, beneath the smokey—foggy dome,
A spork in hand, we hungered for more.
A docudrama we filmed to tell our tale.
and a telethon to fund our delight,
With glamping dreams, we hit the trail,
A frenemy called — “You’re quite a sight!”
My workaholic checked his phone,
to get a guesstimate of donations ahead,
While I, a skort-clad jogger filmed alone.
hangry thoughts consumed my head.
We then chillaxed on a well-worn log,
but we blogged our infomercial without sound,
So we re-blogged with sound beneath the smog.
A mockumentary about netiqueete found.
Adventures with Brangelina! Brad and me.
With our branding name, we signed each post —
Portmanteaus our laughter, free —
A hybrid truth we loved the most.

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