Best Prig Poems

I'm hearing rumors that are easy to believe
but none of them give me reason to grieve
You've been telling people their poetry sucks
Words from your mouth...

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Don't bother me with conformity
don't bother me today-
with things I should (or shouldn't) do
or what I shouldn't say!

Don't bother me with conformity
my house is not...

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I have deleted the 2 poems I posted earlier today, and instead I offer what will be my final write.  I have read the...

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There once was a bold prig named Wiener
who had an unsightly demeanor
he took pics of his crotch
after two shots of scotch  
"Where's his wife?...

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A game of musical chairs has just begun in earnest. A pot and kettle band arrives 
through the dining rooms’ French doors following the Valentine...

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All aboard the conductor roared
Gripping the puce spruced rolling caboose
At starboard some people snored
While shaking loose foul gastric juice
But to port was a snort
From a...

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METICULOUS 

Thom Love Pruett – his effect on absolutely
      everyone around him –
Impeccably dressed
Moderately slight in stature and weight
With features...

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Jobless Jack, a real jerk, dances a jig,
He juggles, smuggles jewels in backpacks,
jawbreakers, jump ropes, jelly rolls and crack.
~~Jig be up,  Jack'll  jiggle...

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I’m upset with smug Peter Pig
Who’d promised we could dance a jig
But spies my bent trotter
Gets nasty - the rotter
I call him an ignorant prig!

I’ve...

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So tell me pilgrim what you feel
Do you believe your end is real, 
That on this plane your looming death
Is simple as a lapse of...

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three pensee

Break room
boss’s nephew  -
You’re using  my favorite mug.
I’m sorry, it wasn’t labeled.
(I lie, his cup, my eye.)

Garage
boss’s nephew -
Your car’s in my...

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Ficus fracas
Benjamina
What a little prig!

Time to chop
you mallaprop;
Can’t produce a fig!

Righteous ficus 
Carica
never be discountin’

Grabbed that little
benjie snot, and
drowned him 
in the fountain.

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H/T to Gershon...

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Last night there was a star stumbling in the sky
Mumbling like an imbecile cuz it was high
Each disrespectful word
Was totally absurd
It makes me wonder... what...

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I always wondered when I was young why everything came in THREEs;
Is there anyone out there that knows, please lend me your expertise;

“Goldilocks and the...

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While we dwell to this dreidel,
I seek to know before a sear,
Even in the most ineluctable dandle,
The fruit to which may indeed bear;
In the imbue...

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