The biggest "Rats" eat 90% of the "Cheddar!"
That only leaves one slice for billions of "Mice!"
But does that make the "Rats" better than the "Mice?"
Maybe it's time for the "Mice" to "EAT" the "Rats!"
Wouldn't that be nice? The "Mice" outnumber those "Finks!"
If the "Mice" were willing to pay the price..."Free Drinks!"
I'd even dine with "Swine" to see the "Rats" fry!
Hey "Folks," how 'bout a "Fat" slice of "Rat Fink" pie?
Categories:
finks, america,
Form: Rhyme
my finks cant be bought
See i wrote finks instaead of thinks
but this is just thought a
played with a thought that
made the devil
crawl and in fouetus
positiong globes systematically
GPS system
thats system system
sorry chuckles drift in chuckled groups
in the mire darks
oil slipped blacks
where lenghth
isn't as important as the drop
down to the next line with me
one won now own
my words no
i give them freely
and gone forfeits the unknown
Categories:
finks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Welcome to Hillbelzer Island, the home of forty winks.
A place where you can get rest, and six diverse cocktail drinks.
If you get distracted, come on down. We are loaded with shrinks.
They are ready to bill you so much money you’ll think they are finks.
We have the famous and the fickle - wheel woman with yellow hat.
She rivals Curious George’s master, but she’ll put out the welcome mat.
We have the only red-bark trees in the Pacific Ocean, for sure.
Some meet some sad fishes, they are bait for a shark loader’s cure.
Hairy blue runners are ready to serve you at your beck and whim.
Don’t let them get too close to the water, they get lost in a swim.
Pink stork cup is mad at Wheel woman for sure big time today.
She is two-timing him with his brother, Mr. G. Barry Gray.
Eggplant Lady with the low lipstick smile is coming onto the beach.
Do not mention her errant eye, unless her ears are out of your reach.
She has quite a temper and will quickly throw you to a shark.
Come to Hillbelzer Island. I assure you, being here is a lark!
Categories:
finks, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
How much do they know
Who are the blabbers
Who are the rat finks
It is my sister
Could bro be that low?
Is a rumor
A blatant lie
Fabrication
I start to yell
People laugh
Relatives
At outburst
Sheepish
I look
Downward
Sad
Categories:
finks, environment,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse