Well, Brutus was that sort of chap
As whacked his old man in the Cap.
The senators there,
They’d stab or they’d stare,
With all other business a wrap.
Categories:
business(a), anger, business, death, father
Form: Limerick
Sir Reginald Frog Hopper is as stuck up as they come.
His arrogance comes from his business, a favorite gum.
Few friends he has, actually, no one calls him a chum.
He has no knowledge of people, in that, he is kind of dumb.
Categories:
business(a), 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
She has got sweet skills and swagger,
stuffs up her sleeves make men stagger.
Some watch with awe her hyperactive hips
and lick lies from her luminous lips...
bowing to worship her royal madness.
Sunlight fraternizes her flaked up face,
dumb men drool to penetrate the place.
The magnification of her milky mountains
gets more folks under her flirty fountains...
bowing to worship her royal madness.
She is that secretary with skimpy skirts
making cool clients fall like freaky flirts.
Mr chairman fell for this cheap choice
and then got his once vibrant voice...
bowing to worship her royal madness.
Her body is her business- a romantic river,
pay to plunge in- she is but a greedy giver;
Alas she was patronised by petty parasites
and then got to a terminus full of termites...
bowing to worship her royal madness.
Categories:
business(a), abuse, analogy,
Form: Alliteration
I listened to a so called expert as he stated the obvious on TV
Defending bankers and politicians and their reckless spending policy.
With a straight face he told us it was really all our own fault,
As we didn’t stop them being dishonest with our money in their vault!
We can’t expect banking or governments to do as they are paid,
For a moral compass, is something missing within their pay grade.
Well what can one say; I mean to expect such a fine thing,
With all the rewards and responsibility these positions bring.
Imagine honesty in financial business, a bit much to expect.
As the expert said,” It’s the citizens fault that the country is fecked”.
Categories:
business(a), humor, humorous, society,
Form: Couplet
I'm aware that
They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled
And the barrel is empty
Since their whiskey is missing
But it's in our blood and baby it's trickling and
We're on a roll
I heard from her and her merciless curves
That the curse'll come first
Just 'fore the rebirth
It's a thought that gets lost when you pitch it with a cross
O'er a plate made of moss so
I'll name it Shell from Sawed-Off
As I paint Hell from Far-Off
Like the Seraphim cherishing the heart
Who can't turn from the art
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
When told to listen as though it'd fix it
Something went missing
Although I didn't miss it
A relation on a ship quite distant and
Slightly free
Where the ocean switched and the compass died instantly
Oh it's in our blood, baby we're tricky so now
Out that ship has sailed
Like the Seraphim cherishing the shark
Who can flip 'round the ark
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
And our sweat is slightly trickling
A whiskey business, the highest feeling
And the pressure is highly tricky
A risky business, a godly healing
Categories:
business(a), adventure, art, cowboy-western, philosophy,
Form: Lyric
Sliding into home plate
Wounds inherently whipped
Fantasies of victory
On terms of nobility
Ambitious reality
Arrived values
Business a history
Concealed salvation
Watching supreme plead
Filming individual texture
Closing out shadows of fear
Categories:
business(a), faith, inspirational,
Form: Light Verse
I was minding my own business, a smart tabby cat lazing in the sun,
As the chief of this roost, the house diva, the boss of my domain,
Having such a busy itinerary, its really hard to get all things done,
I have to eat and sleep then I must do more of the exact same,
As the smart one I keep a cool attitude, you know, I got game!
One day my little owner scooped me up, she said she wanted to play,
She toddled me down the hall, saying we would just have so much fun,
These little hands had a firm grasp of me, I could not budge or run away,
Dressed in dolly clothes she hung me on the door then said “ALL done”.
Left all alone to hang in there, smart... maybe not, I guess she’d won!
Submitted by Lee Ramage
Written July 30, 2011
For “Hangin in There Contest”
Placed 5th place
Categories:
business(a), animals, funny, me, me,
Form: Quintain (English)
So proper and prim in my Brooks Broithers suit.
( I loathe that Obama! I much prefer Newt.)
Decorum at all times, when in public view.
( Dwelling on feelings would render one blue.)
An Ivy League background, a young trophy wife,
(I prefer peace and quiet, an absence of strife.)
Success at all costs is the rock bottom line!
( We keep cutting jobs and I think that's fine.)
All things in their turn and each in their place,
( That ***** they hired. I don't like his face.)
We must turn a profit. The public be damned!
(How dare they label our whole business a scam!)
How America prospers must be left up to us!
( If the gas goes too high, there's always the bus.)
Let them get here like I did- work hard and save!
( I have no regrets- save my untrod upon grave.)
Categories:
business(a), history, life, people, satire
Form: Rhyme