Flittering furts of fallacious folly,
fables of new forcefully fabricated,
five foundlings now faeries found
fabric faddishly forced surround
faceted gems for eyes they be
falling over the great fir tree
fain to feats of fantasy, factually
farrowed for all to see
fairish fair heads nodding fervently
fecked craning forward in familiarity
following constantly you and you
festively focused on fetes of few
fickler than fowl, fickler than dew
wonder of wonders, how’d they find you
felicity follows each fine feat
now’s the time to take your seat
such a surprise, oh so sweet, savor
alike this fine ole treat!
Categories:
farrowed, fun,
Form: Blank verse
Where have all the real men gone
Those bronzed statues of history past
Farrowed, weathered faces of
Strong character an morals
Big helping, protecting hands
Gentle on the child
Feathery on the lady, mild
Where have all the real men gone
None left to teach what’s
Best to future progeny
Left to be corrupted,
By ****, scorn an meth
Where have all the real men gone.
Those old mates of kinship an friends
Fighters of fair an go
Ready to jump to help those in need.
Defenders of under an dog
Where have all the real men gone
Just skeletons now
Even half, men that were
Mouths of talk an nothing more
Except to condemn the under an dog
Kick them in their lodge
Where have all the real men gone
Sadly, nevermore
Authors note
This poem has been censored
Categories:
farrowed, men,
Form: Free verse