Claudhopper the invisible horse
He was pure in heart and sweet, of course.
The code he had was better than Morse.
His coat was shiny but stiff and coarse.
Was brought to us by a man named Norse
Had Darth Vadar’s Mastery of the Force
Claudhopper the invisible horse
Ate hay, wheat, barley and oats of course
Sure, he knew code, yes, better than Morse.
You know he cannot show earthlings of course.
We returned him to galaxy Double Torse.
For he was not of this world and spoke so hoarse.
How nice
that our lieders could not to live forever.
You just imagine
what happened our world for
if our immortal comrades
might electing himself
handred and handred times
for presidency.
Only think, dear,
what happenned around,
if our national leader
will create innumerous tandems,
constitutions and rules
for legitimace eternal presidency,
will printed
in the memory of generations and generations,
as a superman and superstar
on the various horses,
on the countless planes and jets
in the countless submarins,
on the countless Siberian rivers
with naked proudly torse
in present time
(and naked soul and batress on future retrospect)
on the spacerships and warships,
on the fares corner of space,
with sombrero on head
and without it
on the wing of Saturn,
as a golden giant stature
in the deserts of Asia,
and so on, so on
your exellency and your majesty,
till the completely crackdown
of heaven.
Thank you, my Lord
for sharp limitation
such maddening plays
and replications
from our rulers.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.