And swine!
My favorite!
Of all the creatures here,
The swine is lovely, precious and
most dear.
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And swine!
My favorite!
Of all the creatures here,
The swine is lovely, precious and
most dear.
Most dear
To me as well:
O beast nose rings scarce quell!
Thy perfume my senses waken:
BACON!
Bacon!
Omelet! Pancakes!
Coffee, too! This breakfast
lasts a day or two and then I’ll
diet.
Diet,
For all men must,
Lest dust to dust ensue,
And ushered to the Cheesecake Gate--
Hey, wait!
Hey, wait.
It’s not too late.
No matter what you weigh
the world won’t end because of that
today.
Today
Please take away.
I think it's overdone.
Then bring me tomorrow--hold the
Sorrow.
Lose weight
If gay or straight.
Whichever you prefer
Your lithesome figure will assure
A date.
Very nice Ecurb. In this game, though, you're supposed to use the previous poem's final line as your first line. We can start the next with "sorrow" or "a date." It's fine either way.
Sorry. I didn't know the rules.
Sorrow,
To buy or borrow
Must be paid for with rue
Until one wakes up and greets to-
Morrow.
(Now that I know the rules I made it tough for others)
"Morrow
Misspells marrow,"
Concludes Clarence Darrow.
But I said "You airhead, it means
Goodnight."
"Goodnight,"
She whispered low.
I said, "Before you go,
Your hair is, you should really know,
A fright."
A fright,
A fear, a dread,
Was when she shook her head
And said, "You know the rabbit? Well
It's dead."
“It’s Dead.”
“They die,” I said.
Best live these moments well.
The clock will break when matter makes
its end.
Its end,
My friend, was like
Its making: a hurried
Undertaking and soon forgot.
Or not.
Or not
to be. He shouts,
“To be or not to be!”
You’d think there’s other things to think
about.
"About
Time!" I mutter,
Gazing from the gutter,
As darkness slowly sputters out
A day.
A day
of reckoning
wool pulled from trusting eyes
innocent are vindicated
judgement
Judgement
terminator
Arnold is president
all aliens are deported
fruits rot
Fruits rot
immigrants come
minimum wage rises
immigrant's families arrive
job blight
Hey Virtuoso, the rules say no playing with yourself! (:))
Job blight
no insurance
government website down
you must still pay the penalty
stay well
Just a few to catch up. Don't pee your pants, Pompey!
Stay well
In pits of hell
With Satan's sweet blessing
Carressing you and refreshing
His spell.
his spell
Neptune's shell
Fontana di Trevi
cast upon tossed coins from hopeful
lovers
Who says I wear pants? :)Quote:
Originally Posted by virtuoso
Lovers,
If such we were,
Deserve more love than that;
And more of wit, and much less t*t
For tat.
Melanie, I enjoyed the mythical mystique in your poem. Enthralling and enchanting at the same time.
Pompey a nice, witty rejoinder in your latest poem!
For Tat
Rat-A-Tat-Tat
The bedroom door opens
She shouts: Joe was giving me a
Pap smear
Pap smear--
A kind of beer?
Blue ribbon or such boast?
"One thousand years!" or "Fellows, cheers!"
The toast?
The toast
I made was lame.
Life giggles. Ditch the blame.
Since sad and glad still rhyme, it’s all
the same.
The same?
Now that one's new;
For so say not a few:
"I non-conform 'cause that's the norm.
Adieu!"
Adieu.
Mon Dieu prefers
I wished them a good bye.
I do just as I please, but don’t
know why.
"Know why?"
I asked this guy.
"No, why?" the gent effused.
Why, no," I said, now in my head
Confused.
confused
inside because
ate some sweet and sour
fed my head some doubter chowder
huh? what.
huh? what.
To eat or not
Give me the food
That is good for good
Not a prelude
Psssst, Free! :)
2 syllables
4 syllables
6 syllables
8 syllables
2 syllables
Prelude:
If lewd, then pray;
If not, then you are scr*wed:
God doesn't look the other way
(Some say).
Some say
and some refuse
to say. Some choose. Some win
or lose again when clouds come in
today.
Today:
An illusion
Caused by the rotation
Of forever and never 'round
The sun.
The sun,
How it shone!
Unless maybe it shined.
Who cares? The important thing is
It rhymed.