Some men make us giggle
And some men make us cry
There's one we'd like to castrate
And spit right in his eye
Some men we want to cuddle
And some men we'd rather kick
Some men make us crazy
But this guy makes us sick
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Some write poetry so cerebral
It doesn't even have to rhyme
As long as there is a message
Though it be ever so sublime
Others ****
And call it art
I like a rhyme that makes me smile
With bouncy, happy rhythm
To make the readers laugh with joy
And leave the poet laughing with 'em
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
Through misty alleys and darkened streets
Romp ghouls and goblins, looking for treats
In every town and every village
Children come to plunder and pillage
Knocking on doors, oh what a sight
Out in the streets on Halloween night
Riding on broomsticks, howling at the moon
The ghouls and ghosts sing their eerie tune
Raising eyebrows as they pass
Each one more frightening than the last
All begging for candy, they do roam
Till their bags are full, and it's time to go home
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 7:45 AM UTC