Just enough story to avoid the categorisation of nonsense whilst steering well clear of any thread of logic it rhymes where it feels like it whilst carefully avoiding anything that might be construed as structure. The meter resembles a drum kit falling down a staircase. I think I'll name this genre:
Penfold's pants prose.
I wrote a poem about a duck that didn't have much to do with nicotine addiction
but twas just a work of fiction
and even though Duck rhymes well with cluck
the response I received was Hey! U suck
And then there was one about mice that completely failed to mention or even hint at rodentation
but focused instead upon the unexpectorant unforseen
fate of the frog of Dock Green.
So then I tried a poem of protestation
But chewed my placard in mastication
I even plagiarised a chap called Sam
but couldn't stomach the green eggs and ham.
I am maligned for my poetic turds
and now Tyler thinks i changed his passwords.
2007-12-29
02:01:45
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That Fall J just goes on and on.
2007-12-29
02:11:02 ·
update #1