lampoonery was rampant in the cemetery
Dracula’s ghouls were frighteningly scary
Halloween jokes were flying; satire was bad
witches scarce, these ghosts were deemed beyond mad
grim reaper appeared in the midst of this gloom
campfire singing commenced as evil did bloom
whistling and stomping was loud by the fire
ambiance of the night now turning devilishly dire
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again, Good Kate;
I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
(exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)
Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.
Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.
Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.
Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?
Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?
Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.
Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.
Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.
These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.
If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.
I’ll meet you halfway
set fire to both ends
Kiss you in stasis
as our world upends
God it feels so good
when balance transcends
Separated yes
the crossing’s now ash
Lost due to movement
and one lonely splash
Our love abridged? No
devilishly rash
One thing is for sure
I am smart enough to know
That the people
Who run us and our day to day lives
Are actually in charge
Are way far more smart
And more powerful
Than I
Am or could ever wish to be
That is the reason they
And not I
Are or ever will be
Ever in charge
As they way more
Devilishly , devious and clever
And why the only thing I know for sure
Is that nothing any time
In the near or not to distant future
Is about to change
As they make the rules
Which dictate and control
This so called game
We call life
Long beaked puppet with eyes so devilishly dark
You have such a deep voice, it is almost a bark.
We are going to give you a dog, a hog and a shark.
You will be able to do more story lines, some of them quite a lark.
Ordinary thoughts of standard diction
Embellish themselves inciting friction
Words give understanding for how I feel
To give a 3D image, to sense the unreal.
Hyponyms to idioms, romantic collective nouns
Superlative adverbs widely used to counteract a frown
Imaginative ampersands symbolic of the time
Emphatic forms of rhetoric, devilishly rhyme.
Words remain our lifeblood, progressive and alive
To articulate emotion, a metaphoric drive
So appreciate the syllables and annunciate the prose
Give thanks to the words our language grows and grows.
Is our love a dance macabre?
A dilly dallying with death?
Or a mystic encounter of unabated love?
Will it last? Will it end?
So many questions left unanswered,
So many uncertainties attested,
All cumulative in a death wish
As emotions run devilishly amok.
My soul screams with this unpredictability,
Its echoes rampage through my veins,
As bubbling blood courses through
Twisted arteries, through havoc and chaos.
Is it the folly of chained love?
The unearthly silence of togetherness?
My lips pronounce your name but no one answers.
I realize my questions will never be answered.
Our togetherness is but a charade,
Shadows dancing in a moonless night.
Your allure is just too much to bear,
I dare keep it no more
So let our ways head into different tracks.
Henceforth I'll dance alone.
A dance macabre.
Your mother must be ohh so proud
of you
Of all the complex things and thoughts
you have to say
Choose to write down and post
Oh how I bet she must share them
with all the other countless mother
stork's
Have them printed and placed above
her fireplace in gothic crucifix frames
Just incase the devil pop's in for
afternoon tea and a good old catch
up and chinwag
Again just to see how his number 1
little so and so is doing
In regards to how it's going stirring
the pot and raising temperature's up
He's even brought a few golden stars
just for you
If you have been a very , very bad boy
and your numbers are up
And if they aren't I have even brought a
list of suggestions of other stupid
offensive things
That should work as well
Ain't it Funny how
Lucifer once said to his father
Some certain individuals
No matter how guilty they are
Or evidence doth incriminate them
Always seem to get off
Scott Free
Enough said
Mic Drop
That's all I wished to say
As i am currently off to serve
Scott's sentence now
So due to this unavoidable catastrophe and travesty of justice
I will be most unfortunately out of commission for
the a wee foreseeable while
Hope to be back and see you soon
I'll be back
All depends on if I am prepared to change
And i manage to get parole for good behavior
With again
Ohh so Devilishly glint and glimmer in his eye
Trying his level best not to crack a Smile
Whilst all the while chocking up way
down deep inside
Looking most angelic as if he could sprout
wing's from underneath the ethereal
glowing hallo eminent above his saintly
head
Like butter wouldn't melt on any given
Sunday given up for lent
O- God- I was cheated
And ruthlessly defeated
I was cruelly enticed
My joy got sacrificed
I became mentally blind
As I felt someone was kind
Unfortunately I am deceived
By a plan devilishly conceived
I ran behind a wrong thing
And now I have lost a spring
To turn joyful, I was eager
Now, I struggle like a beggar
I have at last wisely realized
God, hope has materialized
Let me be wise from now onward
So that peace will be delivered
there's a secret in her kiss
it's devilishly charming
makes men drop to their knees
and be at her beckon call
If you knew they would you execute
Would you ugly wars prosecute
And child soldiers recruit?
The thrice- honored far being cute
But now and ever Plain Brute
And The Devilishly Mute?
If you saw combats could yield addicts
Would you pass drug-use-excusing edicts?
All that you did powerfully predict
Trends offering to easily contradict,
More shooting hands hiring,
When you should’ve ceased firing…
Try you they shall for Genocide
And compel to eat herbicide:
An In-The-Midst Weed
They don’t at all need.
Open and free was Gizelle’s heart.
There for the taking, the smacking, the shaking, the breaking.
She was an innocent, believing in happily ever after love.
She fell in love with the devilishly handsome Charlie.
Charlie had crushed, stomped and stamped many hearts.
People’s warnings fell on Gizelle’s closed ears.
Quickly pinged off, landing in mud puddles and ant hills.
Charlie the handsome would never hurt her.
He was solicitous, attentive, mannerly, respectful, loving.
Gizelle began reading brides magazines.
She chose her dress, her colors, and her father.
Over her stepfather, who had raised her since she was three.
Gizelle was ready for the next step.
Gizelle and her prince slept together to seal the deal.
She had never been so incredibly loved before; she was amazed.
This was a fairy tale she had never dared dream of.
When she was dumped two days later, she was horrified.
She would never fully trust anyone again.
She now understood why her father hated her mother.
The most mischievous of culprits,
A tough veil over its secrets;
Devilishly keeps patrolling incognito
For the unilateral contracts it enters into.
The Eternally Incommunicado;
But easily us reaching without ado,
No signature endorsing after a collection;
Merchandise shipping to abysmal direction,
The reason why I can’t praise its business empire,
Indeed, any transaction with no umpire.
Fallout of Eve’s naivety,
And unwitting acceptance of Free Captivity,
After “a Do-this-and-not-that” instruction,
Making allowance for reckless decision,
Its fulfillment the handiwork of Cherubims,
Behind leaving their Seraphims,
For a continual swinging of fire-vomiting swords,
That must implement God’s voiced words.
Today, my ugliest frowns at sabotaging spade,
And the longest sigh for being a mortal made.
Admitted?
There they go again at it like there’s no tomorrow
Maybe they know something we don’t
Listen to her shriek and scream while they
And I hear their bed collapse as he jumps from the wardrobe
The crack of a bullwhip is there connecting to naked flesh
I pity but envy what they’re doing pleasure with pain
They’re both sharing a journey together while I’m alone
I want to join them before the world ends
All they can say is No right?
Maybe I’ll be admitted and feel their whip
And get to cum inside his mistress
It’s better than watching old TV reruns
I’ll put on my t shirt and shorts then call round
I feel desire and list my cock is hard as I hear
His mistress devilishly shout and scream
I want some of that fun right now
I knock on their door and wait…
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