Best The Centaur Poems
When Frankenstein’s bride was created
The monster was surely elated
He asked her to dance
As he sought romance
To screams his poor ego deflated
Count Dracula surveyed the dance floor
He sought a mate sporting great pallor
“Morticia” stood out
He gave her a shout
But she brushed him off for the Centaur
Incredible Hulk had more luck though
A jolly green lady crooned, “Tango!”
Her gigantic Dad
Seemed perfectly glad
As he tossed green beans at the floor show
The evening sped by and all mated
No monster was sad or frustrated
The underworld king
Let his decree ring:
“May music play on unabated"
October 20, 2016
I want to dance with a star, and just be let free,
Float above Orion's Belt, so no drama can reach me,
Take a swim in the Big Dipper, and just feel relaxed,
Hug the Great Bear, so i won't feel life's attacks,
Ride on Leo the lion, and let the air brush against my skin,
Breeze through my hair, having fun with Virgo, the Virgin,
Sit on Libra's scale, and let it balance me with a weight of gold,
Get bitten by Scorpius, and let all the happiness unfold,
Ride on a Sagittarius, as the centaur let me borrow his bow,
Take a trip with Capricorn, and let it take me wherever it go,
I want to dive with Aquarius, and swim alongside with Pisces,
Meet up with the twins Gemini, at least they truly like me,
Walk with Cancer the crab, to a galaxy that's super far,
Engrave this on my headstone, "Died happily, dancing with the stars."
"Ballinger's pride will be the death of him,"
Was the last muttering of the old cyclops before
The poison took over. Never trust unicorn bartenders.
Young Gallimay, the town's token centaur,
Walked into this scene:
Serren's body laid across the bar.
Tempest the unicorn bartenders cleaned pint glasses. (All ladee-da.)
Two old frog friends sat in the back with lagers, blinking back at the man/horse.
Tinkerbell whizzed by with the someone's check, pregnant with her 3rd babybell.
A baby albino dire wolf slept soundly at the foot of the hat rack near his hooves.
Gallimay trotted up to the bar right beside the dead body.
"300 doubloons," said Tempest the unicorn bartender.
Gallimay gave her a look like he got hit with a frying pan.
"The dire pup," she clarified, "300 doubloons if you're interested."
Gallimay shook his head and leaned in, "Ma'am I'm here on a tip someone was poisoned to death. A text from this location saying 'I've been poisoned.'"
Gallimay looked at the body next to him
And then back at Tempest.
"What's this guy's story?"
"His name is Serren. He's a regular. Must've fell asleep."
Gallimay nudged the Cyclops' ribs.
"Hey buddy!" The body toppled
Over and hit the ground.
The Centaur took out a walkie from his vest pocket.
"I gotta 10-66 at the Imagine Inn."
"Bloody Mary?" Tempest asked Gallimay.
"Not on the job, thanks."
"No, have you talked to Bloody Mary?"
Tempest pointed her cone towards a woman at the end of the bar
Cloaked in shadows and dripping with blood.
"Mary and Serren were an item for quite awhile," Added Tempest.
Unable to help from over-hearing, Mary waved at them politely.
"Let me call you back, Ballinger," said the scarlet-soaked woman
In a barroom hush.
Blind to the danger before me
Standing with the precipice beneath me
Once a captain lost at sea
Now a babe, I cannot see
The Sirens try to seduce me
The Centaur tries to conquer me
To no avail
I stand before the finish line
With clinched fists in hand
The wind is strong
The air is thick
To write all wrongs
Feels impossible
Like ones folly
Like a devils trick.