Sickly sickly treacle trickley
seeps on, mouldering down the crock.
Stickily sticky it steadily, trickily
keeps on for many a round of the clock.
I wonder I wonder if I would turn green
Should I gutsily plunder its festering urn,
Or should I desecrate such a picnic-y scene
If I’d gently expire or clamorously burn.
Quickly quickly treacle slickly
Drippily dribbles down onto the floor—
‘Fore I can supply my sick wonder
The trickley treacle has trickled off and is no more.
Categories:
gutsily, humorous, silly, word play,
Form: Rhyme
When I was a kid, we would act
With what we were taught was called tact.
If we did forget
What happened, I’d bet
Was that we would get yelled at or smacked.
But sometimes, we’d simply react
And want to blurt out what, in fact,
Was the way that we’d feel
Which would likely reveal
Thoughts that possible might get attacked.
Larry David, though, never has lacked,
On his show, what it takes to attract
Lots of negatives glares
‘Cause he gutsily dares
Those who’d challenge the truth he had yakked.
His opinions, although rarely backed,
Somehow don’t do much more than distract.
If I followed his suit,
I’d be in a dispute
And I know that for sure I’d get whacked.
Categories:
gutsily, feelings,
Form: Limerick
On the beach in a sunny clime
I'm watching the parade,
Shocked to see a host of butt cheeks
Gutsily displayed.
Women of all ages strut
In bathing suits so tiny,
You cannot avoid a look
At someone's jiggling heiny.
Menfolk, on the other hand,
March by without their shirts,
Hairy bellies hanging out -
Just looking at them hurts.
With all the flesh that's there on view,
A horror show in motion,
I try to turn the other cheek
And stare out at the ocean.
Categories:
gutsily, people,
Form: Rhyme