Devoted,
he cherishes
his sweet,
young Anna Sprowls.
She refuses to
say yes and
Smith is
despondent,
churning
deep down in
his bowels.
Backed in a corner,
she at last finally
howls:
monogrammed towels!
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Yalto form by Edward Ibeh
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Categories:
sprowls, sorry,
Form: Verse
the wolf inside him speaks
telling him of his life so bleak
the wolf needs to come alive
to stay alive
or else end before his time
by one man-father time
awakened by the earth's growls
on all fours he sprowls
scavenging through wooded acres he roams
looking for something to comb
devoured by day's eluding sun
knowing deep within his heart
his choice of leaving civilization was smart
Categories:
sprowls, funny,
Form: Rhyme