There was a young girl whose silk skin
Was sewn up with some thread and a pin.
It would drive the men mad,
That sleek layer she had,
Well, until she took off her silk skin.
By Anne Currin
My plumber is here to sort my pipes.
Says he has divorced his wife.
He just showed me his hose.
Then proceeded to propose.
I admit I got the fright of my life.
The sun told me it will rise again;
And send its warmth to the glen,
But it can't soften the coldness in your soul!
So I will walk barefoot on the snow buried in your whole:
Leaving my traces on your heart's lane.
In economy led of beastly mind,
Upon a political serpentine.
All strives of wickedness kicks,
Against the fleece of Love’s Pricks(goads).
As true sheep trod, before their God’s, INClINE(will).
For Contest: Follower or Leader
In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
The stage is warm and yet colder
The past round my neck as a boulder
I sit and I think
Do I need a drink?
Would I have done well to have told her
I once was told,
Laughter is subjectable.
Does this mean knowledge,
Is subjectable to the one who learns it?
Feel free to laugh.
A perfect metaphor for everyone's life is like
Standing up in a hammock or standing up on a bike
Now that's totally silly
And quite unhealthily
Could fall down, break your crown, should stick to a trike
Poor Tom did not know how to ride,
Encouraged, the first time he tried,
But the horse was mad,
It galloped being glad,
Down the brook letting Tom to glide.
I'm like a SEAL team commando
After several cups of espresso
I like to dive bomb
With great aplomb
A gyrfalcon? I think so
To poach me is illegal
My name evokes the regal
I reach astonishing speed
When I'm ready to feed
You can call me a golden eagle
I think I'll write a silly dribble
Which you can read and maybe quibble
Pens of color write
Words on paper bright
Could be considered brilliant scribble
The myth of extreme self righteousness
Forever hard to find
Words poisonous like venom
Backstabbing for per diem
Corruption among this game we call chess
Got my hand caught in the cookie jar,
mother’s ears didn’t wander too far
Here comes the wooden stare.
then hot bottom fanned air
Double trouble, here comes father’s car
Okay here's a quiz, “what rhymes with bugaboos”
Well, time's up..no, it isn't a town in Timbuktu
To the back of the class
Bong, your time has passed
When you sneeze and put stuff all over your shoe
master of gibberish lines of metaphor
acclaim and awards from the poetry corp
coffee house pied piper
study and decipher
dazzle with brilliance or baffle galore