Abacus yacht boats pleasy
Banana boats are queazy
Catamaran boats squeezy
Dinghy boats all out easy
Eagle Craft boats too cheesy
Fishing boats yet so breezy
Game boats crazy uneasy
Houseboats creepy sneezy
Inflatable boats fizzy
Jet boats so smokeeasy
Kayak boats much so creasy
Lifeboats namely are busy
Motor boats mainly teasy
Narrowboats are but woozy
Origami boats leasy
Pontoon boats namely weasy
Q-Ship boats likewise greasy
Rider boats rather wheezy
Sedan bridge boats are flimsy
Trawler boats just as queasy
U-boats notably dizzy
Vessel boats sure are squeasy
Wakeboard boats easy-peasy
Xebec boats rather frenzy
Yacht boats are indeed sleazy
Zille fish boats funny fuzzy
Categories:
weasy, simile,
Form: Acrostic
THE BALLAD AND BIRTHDAY OF Janeet
Janeet,
Janeet;
My sweet, complete;
U laugh reminds me;
So funny;
You beat them tom-toms;
Like the Eveready™ bunny;
Ya! Banker cries out “where’s the money;
Your eyes of gold liken bronze
You iz juz az sweet as candy, sweeter than honey;
Why ya leave me standing in the rain it wasn't sunny;
Ya! Voice so queasy;
Sounds like Mrs. Jefferson/ Weasy;
And yet U R complicated;
Separated yet non-segregated;
Though this message;
Has just been erased:
May be odd and strange;
Happy B-day
Janeet
Janeet
JANEET
12/16/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Categories:
weasy, analogy, appreciation, birthday, for
Form: Rhyme
you know i've tried you know iam tierd,iam nacked two,
confusion bought a levell,yea you'r hanging there two,
ive read some signs,n read some minds,and even broke the thread,
and now i chase the emptyness it left in my head,
my fingers ache,and start to shake, my chest goe's all weasy,
i find myself laughing act the fact it aint easy,
ive been acused, i feel abused,my version goes deep,
i'll soak you with the basics if i keep you from sleep.
i gotta hole.
gotta hole gotta hole that we fall into,
we seem to reach a levell,yea your hanging there two,
is fate my own,am i the clone 'o' russian roulette,
if ya swimming in the concrete,then mind it dont set,
mind that hole.
you missed ya day you lead astry,in rasmatasem,
seems they sucked you in with their infusiasim,
all we need is all for free,and more and its true,
iam not going nowhere til i thought this thing through,
stareing at the stars,the moon lays with the night,
too my regreat did i forget that life gives life to life........mind that hole.
Categories:
weasy, art, life,
Form: Lyric