In Devon, Gina was mad at Sarah and so
Took Sarah's kitten, to the kitchen did go
Put it the microwave, pushed the button in
Kitten died in pain, I'd call that a sin.
Two teens in Juniata did the same as a prank
For them its fun, but to me it stank.
Is it something missing in the mind, or converse
A dark side that drives their morals in reverse?
Two teens in Alberta broke into a home, so brave
Smashed it up, put the cat in a microwave
Listened to it scream in pain before it died
Painted two mocking messages on the side.
Two teen girls in Maine put a cat - guess where:
They made a video on social media to share
Sharing cruelty is not very bright
Not every agrees that such deeds are right.
These humans got into trouble, because not all agree:
That fun with cats goes with humanity.
And yet, I eat animals every day
I put out mouse traps, throw dead mice away.
I guess the difference is that I don't want to cause pain
But some people do, though not clinically insane
Its part of the human condition that they are out there
Know your surroundings, take heed and take care.
There are times when nobody can save
You could be that cat in the microwave.
I sat in a cellar, cold and dank
writing poetry that you said, "stank";
so now, I sit in a Left Bank cafe,
on a fine and fresh Spring Day,
where I turn to a colorful bird,
looking for a lyrical word,
but nothing issues from his beak.
Yet, suddenly, "Voila - Eurek" -
I hear my sandwich speak.
Violet Jessup -
your fate was messed up.
You could say it really stank,
being on the Olympic, Titanic, and Brittanic when they sank.
Stephen Dennison
Dined on potatoes and venison,
but he got an urge, and stole some candy,
spent thirty years in prison. Ain't that dandy?
Mary, Queen of Scots -
was accused of approving plots.
That's what Queen Elizabeth said,
while ordering the removal of her head.
Fonkey mean you stank
That body Oder is rank
But cool as indigo ice you be
If your dance or style is funky
Kids
One day
Dad said:
I’ ear yuh tekkin’ int kids.
I Am
I said:
‘tekkin’ int kids’
Dad said :
Thar’s a good thing ta do
Is tekkin’ int kids.
I said: If you only knew what it
means to ‘tek int kids’
OH?! Dad said:
Gimme an example.
Well, I said:
This one kid.
He wet the bed and stacked dirty
plates high on shelves and he
wouldn’t let anyone into his room.
He said:
I’m only waiting til I’m old enough to get a place at the YMCA.
The manageress says she will save me a place.
Some kids are angry. Some kids are sad.
Some kids are hurting and waiting to find a place.
After six months I thought it was time
to open the door to his locked room.
The bed was wet. Plates stacked high on shelves
It stank and I wondered how he kept himself clean.
Turned out he went home. Each day.
For a deep bath, a meal and to watch TV.
While he waited until he turned eighteen
To take up the place that the manageress kept.
His place. A place. At the YMCA.
What have Tests become
Not really a conundrum
The game’s true fulcrum
To beach bum humdrum
Cricket now plays dumb
Kowtow to cash cow scum
To T20 aplenty did succumb
Moolah the ruler in this slum
Seduced reduced simulacrum
Absurd but heard the word’s still mum
Batters in tatters another LBW plum
Chickens no bantam baby tantrum
Same silly song will willy nilly strum
A dastardly turns bastardly doldrum
Forget regret best bet rule of thumb
Rank dank stank so glum & then some
Beat the drum or Tests simply overcome
Stark dark depths these guys lies do plumb
No comfort for our sport not even a crumb
Our sort annoyed destroyed in Pink Floyd void
In perverse parallel universe worse is to come
So ho hum reeling feeling “uncomfortably numb”
The man in the elevator wore trousers like a skirt,
topped by a foul-smelling creased crimson shirt
that stank like rotten onion, the scent failing to drift.
I stood by his side, through the crowd I couldn’t shift,
I held my breath as long as I could, felt I would faint.
So, plugging my nose while I tested my self-restraint
I heard him say rather loudly, “it’s a new perfume”.
I thought it’s his silly invention to make people fume.
When the lift stopped running out at the ordeal’s end
I told him “nice perfume, gift a bottle to you girlfriend”.
Yes, it is I that you have reason to thank,
and you who are so rude and rank.
Why do you say that my friend?
You will remember me in the end.
Though many times we laughed and drank,
in all honesty, I thought you stank.
Yes, we two, would, our elbows bend,
oh, the excruciating time we'd spend.
I think of your merits and draw a blank.
It's from your odor I always shrank.
You have no honor to defend,
as a human being, you at most pretend.
Why do you ask me to walk the plank,
I asked as I then slowly sank.
The bloody stranger stank of rank grass and
Animal grime and strutted unnoticed on
Our threshold on a long, misty night.
Lightning, unaccompanied by rain,
Exposed his grisly image,
Comprehended quickly by the village griot,
A humepenthe with seeing eyes, though blind,
Who could smell danger even from long-dug holes of
Doss-houses from distant caverns.
A common, vile dictator is abroad tonight!
Elon Musk
rid himself of tusks and husks
millions in bank
thank dank stank Hank
Dill pickle hated him so
Because he stank badly
Dill pickle screamed just go
Blue cheese wept thus sadly
When I leave the fridg, bro
I'll stink ever much mo
Dill pickle grew older
Fermenting like a bozo
Then opening his holder
A stink scent deathblow
I thought, back then,
that what I felt for her was love.
Jack said it was just lust
and certainly nothing less.
He had a point, she stank
of pure pheromonal passions,
Together we had an alchemy of ardor
and odor.
We grappled at sultry flesh
and made it speak.
There were no soft whispers,
howls and growls
were our feverish cravings
our furious devotions.
Jack said:
he could hear us thrashing together
clear across town,
that we were always on fire.
Even strangers saw us
through a blood red sexual prism,
their eyes darkening
as erotic dragons danced before them.
Jack was a bit of a poet.
I was simply a raging animal
caught in a love net,
but of course,
Jack already knew that.
As I think about it, it's only fair
that Matt should get the electric chair.
In three minutes of time, I wove pure gold
and waited several weeks to be told.
Seriously, I have him to thank
for not telling me my poem stank.
We should find it in our hearts to forgive.
Oh, the ignominy he must outlive.
I must kindly thank him, before I'm done
for his contests, creative and fun.
Here it is, Matt! Here's my latest rhyme.
Have mercy on me and take your time.
After driving for miles on the highway,
I noticed a lump near my driveway:
a black and white chunk,
"Omigosh! It's a skunk
and he's gone to the 'Sweet By and By' way!"
I could tell it was dead because he
gave off a real hum. It was funky!
It was reeky and rank;
it was stale and it stank
and the stench of it really repulsed me!
All I need is a little weed
to get me through my day
So, Ill lick some glue on "Big Bamboo"
and I'll roll myself a jay
I don't need much of nothing
and nothing needs much of me
As long as I can live my life
Feeling good and all pain free
Oh, my, my I'm feeling high
And I can't think of nothing to say
My oh my, yes I'm kind of high
And I think I kind of like it that way
Smokin' bones soothes my bones
And it makes me feel okay
I had my thrills with non-sense pills
So, I gave them all away
I had a close call with alcohol
Well, I drank till I stank my beard
But I must admit that I had to quit
Started feeling all wacky and weird
Heck, all I need is a little weed
That'll get me through my day
So, I'll lick that glue on "Big Bamboo"
and I'll smoke myself a jay
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