Some people speak so softly
that our ears they do strain..
We ask them to repeat themselves
over and over again..
It's frustrating to both parties and
some times they get peeved, as
the speaker and the listener want
their message received..
We live in such a hurry and get
caught up in scuttle buttle,
that we often don't hear God's voice
as his messages can be subtle..
When you arise from sleep as the
darkness meets the dawn, listen
closely for his whispers as it's us
for which God longs..
Categories:
buttle, god,
Form: Light Verse
The day started badly as I had a bat flattery on my vodge diper
It was roaring with pain when I arrived at the par cark at the mall
Went to put my bopping in the shoot and I turned into a bowel feast
I’d had a blushing crow… there was a rent in the dear
It had been hit by a bunken drum - I was mopping had!
He tried to apologise but was whiring his slords
I got out my phobile moan and a policeman cook my tall
He arrived at the mall in his canda par at the lead of spite
After my lad buck I went home to tell dumb and mad
Dad teased my ears, said I could use the buttle shush until it was mended
Contest: Spoonerisms Sponsored by Roy Jerden
02~29~16
Categories:
buttle, car, humorous,
Form: Free verse