There are only two cures
for insomnia,
says the shrink,
sex and death.
Note: Inspired by "The Hyland Confession," The Bold Ones, 1970
It is skimpy
But not indecent
It looks fabulous on a pre-teen
But do not get any ideas
Because that would be creepy
Old women look better in a one piece
And if they are wide they sometimes do better with a skirt
Bikinis are not for everyone
But when I see a yellow polka dotted one,
Look out.
My singing voice comes out
And I am no Brian Hyland
There are only two cures
for insomnia,
says the shrink,
sex and death.
Note: Inspired by "The Hyland Confession," The Bold Ones, 1970
I love you like a four-year-old
loves playing Hunt the Thimble:
I want you like Inspector Gerard
wants cuffs on Richard Kimble.
As Mork has eyes for Mindy, I
am crazy, too - no, loonier!
But, to ensnare you, I'll do "square",
like Efrem Zimbalist Junior.
As Elly May loves critters, and
young Jethro worships Jed,
I tell the world that you're my girl,
verbose as Mister Ed.
I seal each letter with a kiss,
just like I'm Brian Hyland:
immaculate in every way,
immune from dirt, or tooth decay,
you've never known a Bad Hair Day,
like the girls on Gilligan's Island
My new sneakers were pure white,
And the laces were pink neon,
On the inside it was airy,
But on the outside they were strong,
I wore my sneakers everywhere,
To school and to the park,
And then I noticed something,
My sneakers were getting dark!
So I'm back to my old sneakers'
With cement on one side,
The laces were loose,
One time I tripped and almost died!
I think I should go barefoot instead of the ones that I worn out,
If that does not happen...
I think I'll wear a pout!
Chayil Hyland
2/16/2014
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.