Promote my Charles to the next class.
I know The Idiot did not pass.
Yet, I’d tell ears you have to,
Whether to it or not prone to…
Hundred percent sure you need it,
No need digging collective pit:
Your school from head to toe Private;
Rather few of your staff Graduate
Among them A Clark Porter,
Who is eyeing my young daughter
Some while walking on Doughnuts snack,
For mischief-making quite a knack;
One I saw bubble gum chew,
On her blouse stains from a rushed stew…
My patronage likely to cease;
And Donated School Bus seize.
Your
Mischief
Surpassed mine
Made me crazy
So hard and sublime
Do you think I am slow?
Made me angry, made me pout
When you whipped your big mischief out
Too bad you are my younger cousin
I cannot replace you by the dozen
You dear, are the mischief making queen
I have spit, stomped, stamped, yelled and screamed
No one tops your insane ways
I will try every day
I will sneak around
Until I top
Your mischief-
Ous ways
Yes!
This is formed like a Ninette, however, it is like an expanded ninette because instead of a ninette’s traditional 9 lines, I have turned this into nineteen lines. A traditional ninette starts with a small word,
Adding one syllable to each line until the fifth line, then it changes and decreases each line by one syllable.
Written 9/8/2018 Nina Parmenter’s Contest
A Form of Mischief
She’s always very clean and neat
With chocolate, sweets and other treats
When mummy says no, nanny wins
Like when we want to do baking
Peek-a-boo to nursery rhymes
Mischief making, pull faces times
Lots of games and lots of laughter
Silly times like when nan’s dafter
At the park on swings and slides
When it rains build tents and hide
We like to colour and do dot-to-dots
Remember banging spoons on pots
Nan could really not be sweeter
Playing games she let me beat her
She’d pick me up and hold me high
And if I fell, she’d wipe my eye
Finger prints on walls and glass
She’d potty train, help wipe our * (bottom)
It’s did not matter, we’ve no doubt
Making memories it’s about
TEARS
Tears as we tumble from the womb
And into the cold, cruel world
Already a sensing of longing
For the warmth and comfort left behind
The pattern is set for life's long struggle
As time slips through our hands like sand
It's only when pain pierces our soul
That we find out who we really are
Tears for goldfish flushed down the toilet,
For poor old grandma and her dodgy heart
So much agony to deal with
And your journey's only at a start
Next up is cupid and his mischief making
Teenage crushes cruelly crushed
By spiteful words and raging hormones
Then there's the pining
For a youth left behind
As you look in the mirror
And see an ageing man
Before you know it
There's a hospital bed
And the thought of a life wasted
Rips you apart inside
The waterworks come to an end
When your body gives up on its host
But the tears still flow at your funeral
As friends and family mourn their ghost
A Gratitude
To go out to grass,
Over and above,
To feel free,
Gratuitous.
A mischief making,
What do: expectations?
A special gratitude,
To an exponential,
After its kind,
Kingdom will come,
A dream of kindred,
To lay down a path.
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