It's unorthodox rambling
a playful kind of gambling
it's manipulative language
a ridiculous sandwich
It's Monday night Football
and the weather we have in Fall
It's pathetic and crazy
all because I'm lazy
I rhyme because it's chilly
I rhyme just to be silly
I spit out verbal trash
and watch it burn then fall then crash
It's trying not to giggle
and an itch that makes you wiggle
it's random stuff that doesn't matter
And it's sometimes pancake batter
It's hello and how do you do's
When no one cares but you
It's the weather and bad jokes
It's the advice of old folks
It's the end to every assembly
the beginning of a eulogy
It's the hazard of the TV
speaking metaphorically
But worst of all it's here
Yes here, in what we do
It's the filler in my spaces
I'll admit it, now will you?
Author notes
2. A poem. Any type it doesn matter.
Lol, I don't really know what I was doing. Perhaps I'll write another on ><'
A contest entry
- Yeh Brudda!!! by asthray.heart.
350 points, ended May 29, 2007, 12 entries
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Comments
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This was very good you seemed to know what you were doing it kept ryhme through out and the words flowed together and made it clean and eays to read.
Thank you for entering and goodluck.
Lady Madeline.
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