This one's called.....
Mad!
Let's get in a huff about stuff,
have a fit about diddly squit.
I want to breath fire, and kick dirt in the shin,
make a din.
Being awkward is a game of,
something unashamed of.
Hissy, wollocks, blinkin, beedin, muddy, cuss tard,
I feel a bit hard.
Don't give me lip I'll give yer jip,
I'm worryingly good at being a bit ch.
You wouldn't like me when I'm angwee,
I won't be calm get it, I haven't said dang it, yet!
Lets just flip out and move about,
I will wrinkle my face and be a disgrace.
Smash up fings just cause I can't play nice,
it's full moon madness that brings on me badness.
I used to be a dyslexic werewolf but I'm alright K'nooooooooooo!?
2007-08-26 10:57:16 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
Contagiously Mad Me Too
I shore as heck sometimes get mad
And bad and sad and rad and blad!
My syntax starts to ,feck, explad
Like Big black bug Blood kick gonad
I shrek n' feck n' hackensak
And grab my Granny by the knack
And snap her little matchstick back
Till moley gives me heart attack!
I lose my cool I ani't a fool
But Cauliflower cumber kyool!
I chump the stomp of guys named Matt
And swack the proliteriat
Nebendigo and rack of Shad
My mom says I don't look like Dad
I was a happy prat, not sad....
until I read this poem called "Mad"!!!!!
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Whew! that really works! Thanks for the therapy!
2007-08-26 18:32:23 · answer #1 · answered by Farmer & Granny Crabtree 5 · 3⤊ 0⤋
Glad to see you're expressin'
in words and not in mental turds.
I was feeling kinda droopy
till I saw your thoughts so loopy.
It made me kinda smile
and now I think that'll last a while.
Yeh, you're a poet, and you do know it.
I hope you stick to that versical bit.
I can't claim you or I are Shakespeares,
and I can't dispell all your fears.
But I think I can give you three cheers,
and wish you good drinks or cold beers.
Thank you however strange you may be,
And for sharing your bit of glee.
2007-08-26 11:11:59 · answer #2 · answered by cafegroundzero 6 · 3⤊ 0⤋
Why hide in a cloister?
the world is your oyster.
Life's much too short
not to be a good sport.
So shrug off the angst
and head for the banks.
know what I mean, honey?
there's nothin' like money
to lift the black cloud
So take off the damn shroud
Have I made myself clear?
Is that laughter I hear?
Your mood is now bettered,
The anger is fettered.
Having said my piece,
I will desist and cease
So have a ball!
Bye, bye, y'all!
2007-08-26 14:49:27 · answer #3 · answered by gldjns 7 · 3⤊ 0⤋
You better be.
trying to quit smoking.
That's the only
reason there is.
Try not to wrinkle your face, you will end up looking
like a shar-pei. While your hair falls out,
After turning gray
Use you best Bob Dylan impersonation while saying this.
2007-08-27 02:29:48 · answer #4 · answered by Marla ™ 5 · 2⤊ 0⤋
How do I give YOU ten for that highly entertaining poem? It sums up a little of what I'm going through at times. You can't just act nice, or play nice, you gotta wanna be nice. And it gets challenging!....sooper good poem!
2007-08-26 11:22:30 · answer #5 · answered by Monsieur Recital Vinyliste 6 · 3⤊ 0⤋
I live in motels, tear out the walls
I have accountants, they pay for it all
He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he's been overheard in Mayfair
Better stay away from him
He'll rip your lungs out, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor
Ah-oo, Werewolves of London
2007-08-26 15:57:55 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 4⤊ 0⤋
Yay! This made me giggle! And I love the internal rhymes!
2007-08-26 15:43:24 · answer #7 · answered by Cinnibuns 5 · 3⤊ 0⤋