NonsensicalRoses are blueDinosaurs are purpleThis poem makes no senseToaster.
LinesRoses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems have four lines,Some poems have five,Like this one.
Dang Summer is HotDang Summer is HotGarlic Beer with garlic toastYou are cute or so you boastOld pizza crust to the moon or bustIn me you can trustMonkey fat frying smelly fishQuickly blow out that candle and make a wishButterflies melting on the hot, hot sandRunning naked while holding handsSpring leaping into fallSummers hot as hell and that’s about all
Smaug the StupendousI'm a dragon! Raah, boom!Riddle me this, or face your doom!What has spears for claws and claws for teeth?Steal from me, will you? Your life, bequeath!I am fire, I am deadly!Spare me your colourful nickname-medley,thief in the dark, your end you have spelledNow watch as I drink in, this moment, to your health!I'm off to the lake, people-eatingI'll have you as dessert on our next chanceful meetingOh - the weak spot on my breast you can scant make out?That's 'cause I never do anything not worth being sporty about.Raah, boom, dee-de-dum dollyWholesale arson sure makes a drake jollyAh, that cute little bowman wants to have a goPah - couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with that tiny -
Jack in the BoxI have a Jack-in-the-box.Not the toy you may think of,but a Jack, in a box!(Yes, a human.)I have a Jack-in-the-box.My own personal slave.He does everything I want.(If not, a whip comes to his buttox!)I have a Jack-in-a-box.and a Mary-in-the-box,and a Joe-in-the-box.But Jack is my favourite.(Why? because the way he cowers in fear is so cute!)I have a Jack-in-the-box.I saw him kissing Mary-in-the-box.So I did away with Mary-in-the-box.(No one is allowed to love Jack-in-the-box!)I have a Jack-in-the-box.He is mad at me for killing Mary.But I don’t mind one bit.(His angry face is so adorable!)I have a Jack-in-the-box.He grudgingly does my commands.I give him a warning about his attitudeand reminds him he could turn out like Mary.(The tea Jack brews is so yummy!)I have a Jack-in-the-box.He looks like he’s plotting something.But I don’t worry.(He knows I’m his master!)I have a Jack-in-the-box.He gives me my tea with a smile.As I sip it,
Me not being a serious poet.Y'all write such beautiful poetryN' I wanna write some too'Bout mountains and butterflies and love;And not just a bunch of poo.
Campfire Rap (Original by my Brother)Well, sittin' in this tentAnd we're gettin' kinda scared (scurd)If it too scary go outside andtake a turdWe're stocked wit' blanketsIt's gettin' kinda chilliCan't sleep, I'm afraid wegot the williesSis is tucked tightMom's afraid we won't make it throughthe nightThe flashlights a-flickerenAnd the bugs a-tickerenOur eyes are heavyHand puppets on the wallAs we cover up I think we might fall...asleep.
Z Szatanem na parkiecieWidzę pomadkę, ponętne usta,Trzepoczą rzęsy, powiewa chusta.Zaglądam z prawej, zaglądam z lewej.Musi kobieta."Musi być, musi. Musi asceta?"Ironią kąsa jak to płeć żeńska.Szatan kobietą?! Tak być nie może!"Czemu nie może? Toż ja uwodzęmężczyzn, kobiety, duszę ascetynawet tak schrupię razem z panierką".To co? Idziemy?"Tak z własnej woli?!"Syczy, się dziwi.Biorę pod rękę, ciągnę na parkiet.A co ja jestem? Święty-Rąbnięty?"No to zatańczmy! Tango!"Tak! Tango! Obnaż zębiska,dmij parą z pyska."Potem odejdę!"Potem odejdziesz."Bez zobowiązań"Ani mi się śni."Ale na pewno?"Ależ tak będzie."I nie zapłaczesz?"Nawet nie ważę."To co za miłość?"Co? Jaka miłość?"No... ta z parkietu!"Miłoś&
Some Poems Rhymeï»¿Roses are red,Violets are blue.Some poems rhymeBut this one doesn't.