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Slouching in a chair, I saw an enormous snout.
I was even more aghast to see it belonged to a fly.
Cried I, "Why! Why during this horrid drought?"
He sighed, "Do not bother, eat this pie."
Tried it I did and got allergically sneezy,
I spat, "This pie is disgustingly cheesy! How daft!
I would have this when the day is breezy.
I should send you to Timbuktu on a raft."
Now, as the fly was mad happy, I would hardly call him chaste.
I smacked him with a widget
and drowned him in paste.
But, alas, to my sorrow, he did resurrect a midget.
And my face did turn sour,
at the turmoil of this hour.
- by disdraught23 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/04/2009 |
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- Title: Poor Richard
- Artist: disdraught23
- Description: I made up random words in Shakespearean sonnet rhyming scheme and made a sonnet/poem thing out of it. I'm quite pleased how about you?
- Date: 05/04/2009
- Tags: poor richard
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