If you're ever feeling blue,
sketch a smile onto your face
Draw the curve and dimples, too
But all in pencil, just in case
Just never sketch a smile in pen
For soon the time could come
A day or two or three or ten
When one starts to feel dumb
Damn the ever-smile
That can never be wiped, Or scraped, or covered fully
For the mockingish smirk
Would start to look like a jerk
And the smiler is now a big bully
And when a dangerous bloke
Asks Ink Face for smoke
And the latter hasn't got any,
The smile of pen is mistook for a poke
And the joke? Well, it's sadly unfunny
Black can mean so many things
it can be misunderstood,
like when its said in plural
it's both racist and it's rude.
Yet put the small word 'all' in front
and the plural form seems fine
- who wouldn't want the All Blacks
to play in their front line?
We can think of Guinness drinkers
as they sup on their black grog,
or talk of deep depressives
for those suffering from "black dog."
Black beans will help your colon,
Black-eyed Susans flower in June.
If there are two 'new' ones in a single month
that will give us a black moon.
Break a strike and you're a blackleg
Blackball someone and they're out
All in all black is quite gloomy
But black coffee may stop gout.
Too much booze may cause a black-out
and black humour makes us laugh,
yet for bad luck to pursue you
let a black cat cross your path.
"black dog" is what Winston Churchill called his bouts of deep depression. Studies suggest that there may be something in coffee that protects from gout. Black beans are said to be good for your gut. Guinness is a famous beer beloved by the Irish (and others) ... it is black and has a white frothy head. The All Blacks are New Zealand's iconic Rugby team!!! Black-eyed Susans are a yellow daisy flower from the Rudbeckia family.
Bear with me on this please
I've been craving creativity rather absently
Dismally, there's nothing to guide me
No blissful excitement
No helping hand of inspiration
Not even a half beaten idea
Just a need to reclaim
What I feel like I've lost
(Or what's been stolen from me)
These are just some words within lines
Forming a confession to relieve the aimless craving inside
I am the greatest user, of all the greatest cliches
greater use of greater, looking for, the greatest way
Give me some greater climb, one that greatly overstates
how great it was to be there, overcoming greater fates
It's so great to be here, greatly appreciating the rhymes
I shouldn't be so greatly amused, although I am, sometimes
No greater are the greatest poets, straining greater gates
stretching greater words, to wallow in, greater dire straits
It's so great to comprehend, I'll have no greater vice
perusing greater prose, attempting greater heights
At the bookstore I found a guide
Inside was a simple instruction.
A funny looking diagram.
I tried everything imaginable but still couldn't figure it out.
Flipping page after page, Telling you what I've found.
The way the instruction was wrote was shoddy.
Continuing to follow the diagram.
Attempting what I read all you did was laugh, none of it worked.
It didn't hit me until I threw the paperwork that I might have been reading it
Finding a different way to love you.
Upon further reading I followed the instruction verbatim.
If anything it pushed me further away from you,
A strange look that continued with the raise of a eyebrow.
I looked online and read the reviews, found the publisher of the book.
I wrote them stating that the guide was entertaining but still had problems
applying what I read.
I looked again at the strange stick figures wondering if figure one really was
Reading the publishers reply,
They really should print these things better as all they did was laugh.
It wasn't until I reached the end of the book and read in fine print.
For entertainment purposes only
Carafe or pot
the coffee's, just as hot
as for pot's cleverness
eloquent, it's not
Either one works,
I'll certainly admit
but you surely win
the battle of true wit
Wits are overrated
I'd rather have better words
But, I guess that I am fated
not using merde', but turd
Words over wit
I suppose I would agree
but having both is more
my mode de vivre
A witty repertoire
and wordy revelry
existing in the fables
so rare, in reality