Seem So Sickening
Seem So Sickening
Suppose you were a flower who electrified and enchanted
Exactly where would you want to sometime soon be planted
And what I discovered after having almost dying trying
Fragrant flower was with breasts that were well-supplying.
When darn pre-determined diseases had been debilitating
I gathered up all of my facts and started contemplating
Which is when I took another look at my appearance again
Looked like someone who had been half-eaten in a lions den.
Heavens to Betsy and can through in another oh Brother
They had hard time telling one end from the other
I looked like a roster who had gone off half-cocked
And up on doodle do's he was not well stocked.
So what good is a clock who is going tock and not tick
Or from under a table can you perform a slick trick
Being right after you hung up each Christmas stocking
And Santa's wife said to hush up all of the tocking (Along with talking.)
With this ardent and audacious arrangement could not go wrong
Unless the entire whole thing had been only a come along
This is when instead of ticking off plot started thickening
No wonder ticks and tocks seem to sound so sickening.
Ah c'mon. How about just a little, casual chuckle,
You have somewhere hidden behind your buckle.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
PS. Is there a category for impetuous for
petunias that haven't puckered yet?
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