Mr.Mish got screwed on the fish
He cried over his main dish
The dish was so screwy
Emitted a mewee
Jumped out of plate with a swish
Categories:
mish, fun,
Form: Limerick
What if smiling moon
Is brighter than the sun?
And the flakes of tumoil tend
To vile when fully regatherd
While i tame time my fab
I extricate by the vast drab
Of quality i fade for emptyness
The knobs of metaphor was
Red-hot and fickle fame flies
Off the vicinity of restless
Scimiter..ALAS! vile scimiter
Chill. Hot. Hate and lover
They all colide and positive
Wands lost the clasp of
Magical influence
Categories:
mish, anger,
Form: Rhyme
Mish mosh of feelings, I can’t see the top.
Oh, these bad feelings, just when will they stop?
They muddle and cloud up the thoughts in my head
To the point that I’m swearing, something I dread.
They overcome me when I least expect it.
They aggravate me. I did not select this!
I wish they would go and leave me far behind,
Then clear and good feelings would be easy to find.
Do not get me wrong I am not crazy, you see.
Just a little confused, that’s when I hate to be me.
Categories:
mish, introspectionme, me,
Form: Couplet