A bad sonnet you say is what you want
so let me limn as lousy as can be,
prove succinct and to the point needn’t daunt
and rhythm can suit rhyme scheme to a tee.
Pick your poison: Politics fit to form –
commit herry-kerry to dote on bush –
church the state by crusading up a storm;
talk death to death and taxes to the tush.
Romance is rather your cuppa, a croon?
Ears will ring with the sweet nothings we sing!
Or soul weary worn, hurl howls to the moon
until cows can fly home with birds winging!
You want bad and look what we delivered:
Ugly babe, whose muse’s mother quivered!
Love that ending couplet! Like the girl with a curl in the middle of her forehead -- when you're good you're very good, but when you're bad your funny!
Carmen :-)
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on August 18, 2004
Wow I think you accomplished your goal!! Wonderful humor.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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if cows have wings will the birds give udders? ;) just wondering ...
Carmen :-)
this is too funny--not bad at all! excellent job, i'd say :)
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
"Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat played the fiddle ... " 'The first herd shot 'round the world'. This is one excellent write!
Robert