Grouse Bagpipes
Grampie Zach got bone saw breath,
he cut tight lips no slack
"All dung buggy complaints," his wrinkled hand pointedly sez,
“Take it to the
sphincter hole out back!”
That’s the true-true
Atillicus Z
blow an elephantine pair of grouse bagpipes
Buckaroos putting on airs
don’t like the breeze
They pig methane consume-y say:
“The Owe casino grin;
Ruskie rue wheel, big rig spin,
it only cow chip payout Soylent Green gripes”
Old Doc Z
got an O.R. vapor technique —
In a non- anesthesia tone,
Grampie surgically delivers cutting-edge critique,
as his laser beam eyes focus narrowly
on the derisive object of his oral dissection
“It’s dog-eat-dog days,
son-of-a-gun canniballistic ways
Splattered morsels of morals on the dinny tray,
toilet-washed dishes served skull platter nasty”
That’s the true-true
Aged Z
unleash a secret buzz flux of
electric flow exhalation
Pure spittle damnation!
Waving a leathery finger like a wand,
with Atlas energy,
towards the boo cloud above
Casting wizened, whited wisdom, he sez,
“Dark meat
only beg get yellow teeth love,
‘cuz plaque-y smiles be belly-aching needful
And bleating heart pleas
will yea, surly receive ivory cuspid merciful”
That’s the true-true
The character referenced in the first stanza of this poem is from a movie. Any PSouper who can guess the movie, I will read a poem of their choosing. Then I will write a poem in tribute of said poem.
— Romantic Warrior
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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