Krampus was at it again Looking for bad kids Making sure that they would not Get even a small portion of coal For warmth on these frosty nights. He thought he had an open field Until young Angela who was on the side Of the not-so-bad kids (for how many Are from birth so nasty and mean?) Came along, the bearer of blood-red claws (Ok: terribly long and well-lackered nails). She appeared with a long blade of steel in her hands And shades of hopefulness in her sparkling blue eyes. That was bad news for Krampus, faced with Blond...
Poem Prompt By Bruno Mars The Lazy Song No excuses for the tone… too lazy to attempt to care Just another stupid lazy poem No thoughts to keep anyone warm Today I don’t want to rhyme, I did not even want to write I wanted to see how far I could push my mind to make no sense
Tired of being right Polite Courteous
I want to be just downright selfish, have the blissful feelings to see what it would feel like to be callous for just one day Tell the world go and fuck itself Sorry See, when I speak, I just...
Dracula wants to attack Taylor Swift but he couldn't because she had Bad Blood that he couldn't fanthom So he went after Katy Perry's blood which tasted like Cherry Kool-aid Then he went after Ariana Grande's Blood which tasted like Blake Shelton's Whiskey drink then he went after Kelly Clarkson's Blood which tasted like John Legend
the sun frames her, a golden glow of soft light, waiting, the wind dances through her gentle strands, her face beauty, proud, eyes that hold secrets, a voice that finds no need to call out, but beckons with a whisper.
My name is Jude, from Cornwall's Bude. Lifeboats I crewed. I am a dude who drinks things brewed, and does go nude. Not being rude; in terms not crude, I'm just no prude in attitude to clothes eschewed in solitude, where multitude with mindsets lewd do not intrude.