Rants do not make great songs
Rosanne Barr I am sorry to say
not so great in a thong
when you sell no tickets
you have no show
Unless you on the side streets of cali
among peepers and creepers
then ticket sales of two are no crime
if you over and above nineteen
invite the crowds to see the obscene
When the show is over and done
make sure the phones delete
the evidence of sins and desperate crumbs
if you have no voice
there is no musical lyric to rejoice
Oh hi me hence to the laundromat
Bearing many a malodorous sock
As ofttimes a shepherd will boldly go
To the babbling brook where the clear waters flow
With a line of the wooliest beasties in tow
(Or sometimes merely formed up in a row)
Which comprise his caprinaerious flock
A football jersey, meant for sport
Relegated now to work
A dozen holed and yellowed shorts
Which in a dank corner lurk
Some threadbare jeans and faded tees
A brace of sweatpants lacking knees
And a woolen sweater, rife with fleas
I find I must transport
As manly heart anticipates the finding of a laundromat queen
Perhaps a Vida Guerra clone
Or Jennifer Lawrence all alone
Or Charlotte McKinney, sans cell phone*
But it doesn't seem to be my day, none such are here, I ween.
When it comes to laundromatic love it seems I am quite out of luck,
For the only lass who toils within
Sports globular frame and trebular chin
And more body hair than Rin Tin Tin
Much like Rosanne Barr with a silly grin, had her face impacted a truck.
*So she can't call for help.
Rosanne Barr
should have left it earlier
and left alone
those with hair much curlier
©7/30/2018
for the CLERIHEW CONTEST Poetry Contest
MS Rosanne Barr
Used to be a star
Can’t control her mouth
It definitely went south
Rosanne Barr
Rosanne Barr took things to extremes
She lost her mind or so it seems
Perhaps one day she just may find
That the American public is not blind
That idiotic and exasperating, disturbing Rosanne Barr,
walking around gaudy and tasteless, acting like a star.
Blatantly obvious no sane person should be employing,
such an earsplitting voice, so obnoxious and annoying!
CLERIHEW CONTEST Poetry Contest
The Name Foresakes Me
July 21, 2018
All dressed up in black just like her daddy
The man in black, she followed in his footsteps
But became a legend in her own time, she
Sings a lot of his songs but writes most of her
Own, on his old Gibson guitar and now it's
On the road for the summer one more time
But this time she is more at peace with
Herself than she has been in a long, long time
After all she is a Gemini of a genius storytelling
Mind...
Oh ROSANNE like a rose in the golden sunshine
ROSANNE like a raven against the deep blue sky
ROSANNE just like a gentle wind through the
Mountain pines oh ROSANNE like Venus and the
Apple of everyman's eye...
Well she is one in a million with the voice of an
Angel from up above, she’s a little bit rock-n-roll
Or a ballad nice and slow, feeling the man in black
Watching down on her from up above...
Oh ROSANNE like a rose in the golden sunshine
ROSANNE like a raven against the deep blue sky
ROSANNE like a soft and gentle wind blowing
Through the Memphis pines, ROSANNE like Venus
And the apple of everyman's eye...
ROSANNE angel in black and now she's back...
Everybody loves ROSANNE, everybody loves
ROSANNNE CASH!
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