Starkle, Starkle Little Twink
Starkle, starkle little twink
what the hell you are, I think
tantalizing hanging moon
rocking chair or empty spoon.
Twinkle, twinkle, ain’t you cute
glitter on night’s darkest suit,
jewels upon an evening’s gown
tiara mate to kingly crown.
Needle point of heaven’s face
pinholes poked in deepest space
eyes that watch us from afar
twinkle, twinkle, little star.
submitted to – Twinkle Twinkle Little Star – contest
sponsor – Kelly Deschler
Categories:
starkle, creation, stars, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
Starkle, starkle, little twink,
"Who the hell are you?" I think.
I'm not under what you'd call
The alcofluence of incohol.
I'm just a little slort of sheep,
I'm not drunk like thinkle peep.
It's true: I don't know quite who is me yet,
(The drunker I stand here the longer I get!)
So give me one more fink to drill my cup,
'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.
*Inspired by "Spoonerisms"
Categories:
starkle, drink, humor, wine,
Form: Couplet