Cook Minogue had created an elaborate confection
I heard that many connoisseurs lined up for inspection
One of the cooks was hauled away during the extrospection
Whispering was heard that included devious deception
The sweet meat created was rumored to be borderline perfection
It was said that Cook Minogue fainted during the ultimate inspection
I can neither confirm this story or render it mute with rejection
I was too busy watching the others, a thorough extrospection.
Categories:
minogue, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
Minogue was glamor personified; the way she walked, was electrified.
Men and women watched as she marched away in a sweet high heeled shoe.
She is not limping, she is wearing matching pumps, high that make us sigh.
She is a pink, yellow and orange queen, straight out of a sixties magazine.
Her walk is exaggerated, more Marilyn Monroe than a common street ho.
There is a hat perched on her gay head in a perky “I am gorgeous” way.
On me it would look ridiculous, but on her it looks glamorous conspicuous.
A professional has made up her gorgeous face, and her hair keeps its place.
She looks like she stepped off the cover of Vogue, our woman, Minogue.
Even her name is exotic, classic, and makes the rest of us seem rather plain.
I feel unkempt, dirty, and common around her gorgeous eyes of blue.
She tries to build me and reassure me, because that’s part of her glamor too.
Minogue, Minogue, Minogue, you could have been a model or actress.
Whatever career you choose, you will sure be a wild and wonderful success.
We feel your heart, and see your spirit, and are amazed by your attitude new.
Come over here and give me a glimpse of that wonderfulness that is you.
Categories:
minogue, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
Typing in a chat room one day
I met a chick from Tasmania.
She was quite vivacious and gay,
(Kylie Minogue, only brainier).
I taught her several new terms,
but what I said might have shocked her.
She asked, "Can computers spread germs?
I'd better call the Flying Doctor!"
And I said
Do you come from a land down under,
where women know, and men blunder?
Would the sexes survive asunder?
I don't know, but it makes me wonder.
I said, "I can show you Devon,
or even Rome or Paris."
You want a stairway to heaven?
Sorry -- I'm not Rolf Harris."
She said she'd loosen her stays,
If I didn't sully her or bully her.
She said, "I'm always looking both ways,
just like Natalie Imbruglia."
And I said
Do you come from a land down under,
where women crow, and men thunder?
Would the sexes survive asunder?
I don't know, but it makes me wonder.
Categories:
minogue, parody,
Form: Lyric