Stained glass Christ
a half @ssed confession or two
collection plate duets
death rattles in the pew.
Misery in the pew
virgins sucking on their vice
gossip spreads the news
over stained glass mice.
The cutters on the slice
blood soaked plastic Christ
sipping whisky over dirty lies
rolling a pair of blank faced dice.
Chained to the dark side of the room
with jesters and the loons
collection plate duets
with a stained-glass rapist
crouching down in darkened pew.
Categories:
ssed, evil, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
Rote an esay
Cheked IT twise
Lot's a' mistakes
Graide not so nice...
I yused comas
Perfetley placed paws
"2 much incoheeseivenes"
I cant, brake up a, claws
Yused fulstops.
not tolong a .sentense
But teecher. was furryous
Marked down with a venjance
Did exclamashons!
Sumtimes .3 @ once!!!!
& YUSED CAPS 2 SHOUT!!
Butt "you ownly need one,!!"
Coalon,
Wen I need 2 maik: lists
Rote my: Faverit, tv shos
But: teecher were: p*ssed
Semicoalons;
Wen, I need 2 look: smart!!
nut shure wat. they do; But
the esay ritings really hard!!!
[93 werds]
Categories:
ssed, confusion, funny, language, satire,
Form: Light Verse
Leaping through the clovers
on his merry way,
the leprechaun is happy,
on this St. Patrick's Day.
He tripped over a pebble
and landed on his face,
he lost his po' o' gold,
it spilled all o'er the place.
He got up off the ground
put his hands on his hips,
his pipe fell ou' o' his mouth,
he had a pout upon his lips.
"I lost me po' o' gold
all o'er the place,
because o' the damn pebble,
me landed on me face."
He bent o'er to
pick up his riches,
his pants fell down,
out came the stitches.
"Ta, ta, te, ta, ta, ti,
now me is p*ssed off,
me a*se is a showin',
me temper is aloft."
"Me ain't very happy,
I lost me po' o' gold,
me pipe fell on the ground,
me feelin' o so old."
"Bending o'er is hard
on me back,
me is goin' ta pull up me pants,
so me can hide me crack."
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2004
Categories:
ssed, humorous, imagery, inspiration, ireland,
Form: Rhyme
I know what you are thinking
This poem really stinks
Why did he bother writing it
Why'd he waste the ink
What kind of form, did he use
It's not on any list
It doesn't follow any rules
Oh Boy, this gets me P*ssed
Where'd he learn to spell
And make those stupid rhymes
He must have been, held back in school
At least a hundred times
My kid could do a better job
I'm telling you it's true
In several colored crayons
And She is only two
But, I have to show some mercy
Critique it with kindness
although he slaughters poetry
I'll just say, something timeless
So, in the comment box below
I'll be a little trite
And type a saying we all know
Hey So-and-so "Great Write"
by JT Curtis May 13, 2014
Categories:
ssed, funny, humor, humorous, poetry,
Form: Rhyme