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Poemlessness
Please dear brain,
one measly refrain,
that in the competition
I may remain.
And thus maintain
status as a poetry clinician.
All night I’ve been waiting,
positively twitterpating,
resort to twitturbating
like some loco president.
Just a complete stanza,
maybe something in organza?
Precious time I’ve wasted
watching reruns of Bonanza
“A Hoss is a Hoss
of coss of coss,
Unless the Hoss
Is Ben Cartwright’s son”
May seem an alright pun
I doubt if it will qualify
strict rules of verse to mollify
and ’ll bet that I can verify
it’s already been done
Tried changing the words
To a “Hamilton” song
“How ‘bout some mustard or ham
on your s’more..”
But it reads sacrilegious
and utterly wrong
one measly refrain,
that in the competition
I may remain.
And thus maintain
status as a poetry clinician.
All night I’ve been waiting,
positively twitterpating,
resort to twitturbating
like some loco president.
Just a complete stanza,
maybe something in organza?
Precious time I’ve wasted
watching reruns of Bonanza
“A Hoss is a Hoss
of coss of coss,
Unless the Hoss
Is Ben Cartwright’s son”
May seem an alright pun
I doubt if it will qualify
strict rules of verse to mollify
and ’ll bet that I can verify
it’s already been done
Tried changing the words
To a “Hamilton” song
“How ‘bout some mustard or ham
on your s’more..”
But it reads sacrilegious
and utterly wrong
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