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Anagram of another day in paradise
ROLLING ALONG
Lil, as her friends call her,
Is the head Registered Nurse
for the Psych ward
The local Mob is so difficult to work for,
some of their hooligans end up in Lil's care
Lil purchased a one dollar raffle ticket to kiss the county fair ock star, and won
Meanwhile, her sister Lori runs an organic vegetable farm.
She's just been proposed to by that same rock star,
just about accepts when she receives a full ride scholarship to the
Merlin Institute of Magic Studies
in Moliere, France.
What to do? What to do?
Pete, the town Landlord, Pete Lingo,
was facing a personal crisis of his own,
after being put in charge of liquor purchases for the county fair party
Landlord Lingo had decided on a theme of a variety of Gins
He had committed the entire alcohol budget to an online supplier
that had offered lower prices than the local supplier
It was already the morning of the big bash
and still no gin.
Pete knew that without liquor
hell would break loose
probably in a funny way
as people got more irritable
and actually realized who they were dancing with.
Thus, J. Rabbit dedicated his
anagram poem
Rolling Onward
Lil, goon ward RN,
won dollar grin
Land grown Lori:
Wand or Ring? LOL!
Warn Lord Lingo...
No Gin.. ...Droll War
Roll wind groan
Lil, as her friends call her,
Is the head Registered Nurse
for the Psych ward
The local Mob is so difficult to work for,
some of their hooligans end up in Lil's care
Lil purchased a one dollar raffle ticket to kiss the county fair ock star, and won
Meanwhile, her sister Lori runs an organic vegetable farm.
She's just been proposed to by that same rock star,
just about accepts when she receives a full ride scholarship to the
Merlin Institute of Magic Studies
in Moliere, France.
What to do? What to do?
Pete, the town Landlord, Pete Lingo,
was facing a personal crisis of his own,
after being put in charge of liquor purchases for the county fair party
Landlord Lingo had decided on a theme of a variety of Gins
He had committed the entire alcohol budget to an online supplier
that had offered lower prices than the local supplier
It was already the morning of the big bash
and still no gin.
Pete knew that without liquor
hell would break loose
probably in a funny way
as people got more irritable
and actually realized who they were dancing with.
Thus, J. Rabbit dedicated his
anagram poem
Rolling Onward
Lil, goon ward RN,
won dollar grin
Land grown Lori:
Wand or Ring? LOL!
Warn Lord Lingo...
No Gin.. ...Droll War
Roll wind groan
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