I visited Chef Giorgio's in Italy for a bite to eat.
And ordered Chicken Alfredo after taking a seat
But the pasta was too thick
Made by a chef who was sick
I got him fired and once again he's just a deadbeat
Alfredo should be served with a good cream sauce
But Giorgio's was disgusting, tasting like dross
He accused me of lying
I guess he'll soon be dying (again)
I don't give a fig if he's angry with me and cross
Chef Giorgio was unemployed so started writing
But his poetry was awful; accusive and inciting
He was found guilty of slander
Just like Goosey Goosey Gander
Away the old bird flew without another sighting
Categories:
accusive, humorous,
Form: Limerick
'Let him who is without sin cast the first stone...'
...I am a sinner...are you?...
My shadow walks before me in curmudgeon corridors of space and time
Silent screams of the bellowing banshee warning me of my cumulous crime
One step away from haunting hell seductive shadows pull my skeletal soul
Living in a declivitous dwell trying to escape my hallucinogenic hellion hole
Sweet sleep of death come before me to burry my transcendent thoughts
Within my banished breath I lie lingering as my cadaver remorsefully rots
The sanguineous stench of sorrow breathing in the anguished accusive air
Entombed like a pharaoh my shadows sanctioned as the eyes begin to stare
Walking thru damnation gates I do the demon dance with deceiving desire
For my own demise awaits as I decadently distill in the dungeon funeral fire
I pray my dormant ashes awaken to liberate my sanctimonious sinful ways
Absorbing lachrymal lashes slowly I step to come out of this beguiling blaze.
Aug.12.2017
The Poet's Shadow
Sponsored by: Greg Barden
Categories:
accusive, deep, sin,
Form: Rhyme