.
She watched, with beam hern showed hot spark
Sum say, she jumped up shouting "Bart"
Sun Time's said with jest
"Squirming, her blouse crests.
Stoned she, slipped out nips rough az bark"
*one would have to understand
'Limericks' to roll with this write
necessary punctuations i must admit
to ease the humor in... Lines 1,2, and 5
must ryhme, 3,4 likewise
ab aab aab
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if one iz curious, please look up "Limericks"
King Edward The VIIIth, pitiable blighter, abdicated the throne.
He had the hots for an American divorcee - this the Brits would not condone!
He was King for a spell and the paramours continued their torrid romance.
They later wed, he was busted to Duke of Windsor and they settled in France.
Wallis Simpson was middle-class but knew how to climb the social rungs.
She was twice divorced which triggered a legion of wagging tongues.
They met at Lady Furness's digs and Wallie thought Eddie not all that sexy,
But they wed incurring upon The Archbishop of Canterbury a case of apoplexy!
Entry for Carolyn Devonshire's "Clerihew Couples For Valentines Day" Contest
(10 January 2019)
My mother used to work in a bookies in bread street
An area they called the pubic triangle
Due to all the strip joints
One day she went out on her lunch break
To place a bet at another betting shop
Not the usual sort
Football, dogs or horses
It was on the outcome of the O.J. Simpson trial
She was going to put 20 down on a guilty verdict
But first she went into an Indian run place
That sold cheap plastic crap
Cheap suitcases, discounted stuff
It was called Ali´s Cave
& she got talking to the guys in there
Told them about the bet
& they laughed
& said she should double up on
An acquittal
They figured there would be
Riots, fires & looting
If O.J. went down
& my mother took their advice
& O.J. walked free
& my mother bought herself
A nice new handbag
Note: Written back before McVeigh's execution for Oklahoma City terrorist bombing.
No fans in hell
McVeigh requesting one now
For hot summer ahead
Can't blow away guilt
Still in remorseless cell
Wanting now to live
No one more undeserving
Laughing at his victims
Feel the heat Tim?
Not of scorching sun
But of burning Hades
Just around the corner
Years torchering victim's families
Only days from over
Cold needle quietly waiting
Ashcroft sealing your fate
Won't be long now
Awakening to victim's faces
Screaming in your ears
This your eternal reward
O.J. your soul mate
No worry being lonely
He'll be along later
You and Lucifer waiting
Copyright © 2001 - 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
jured and understood
pants dress you like a fortune
tune the guitar fork
pimp daddy rides off
he glares at the thought of me
a poet,score one
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