I met a girl who was like free
verse. Nothing good to see -
Hair frizzed up static; couldn't be
worse. Sung worser than a turkey
but her goodness nearly made me
burst.
I met a girl who was like rhyming
verse and she didn't make no
nothing sense because all she did
was rhyme time and there wasn't
no speeching just singing like in
opera where you go to feel smart
but wouldn't get anything without
watching her and her beautiful braids,
blonde like Marilyn and probably as
senseless too.
Categories:
speeching, poetry, women,
Form: Rhyme
Sir –
More epistles are waiting:
Redress the truck-pusher first
Before speeching at the truck!
Sir –
Excursions are forced for a lull
Into further excursions
Coaxed by the vicar’s levity!
More epistles are waiting:
Addressed to the strong sister
Whose redsear in a nurture crypt
Marked a new devotion to the deity.
Categories:
speeching, satire
Form: I do not know?