Prolificus II
another day has come and gone
without a thought lingering
while the clouds of meloncholy
strum the magic harp
and the jester dances
with the bells on his toes
his words still ran freely
like a mountain stream
and his knowledge of
nothingness
flowed
endlessly
continuously
unwillingly
his logic still unlogical
rows after rows
not a rhyme or a prose
without adjacent adjectives
or proverbial adverbs
though sometimes a breeze
whispered the name
from the lips of Louise
distance and disdain
crossed their faces
like wheelbarrow races
meandering
thoughtlessly
rigorously
unending
pour me another one
would you barkeep
I ain't going nowhere
Gomer LePoet....
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
Prolificus II
another day has come and gone
without a thought lingering
while the clouds of meloncholy
strum the magic harp
and the jester dances
with the bells on his toes
his words still ran freely
like a mountain stream
and his knowledge of
nothingness
flowed
endlessly
continuously
unwillingly
his logic still unlogical
rows after rows
not a rhyme or a prose
without adjacent adjectives
or proverbial adverbs
though sometimes a breeze
whispered the name
from the lips of Louise
distance and disdain
crossed their faces
like wheelbarrow races
meandering
thoughtlessly
rigorously
unending
pour me another one
would you barkeep
I ain't going nowhere
Gomer LePoet....
Titter tatter all the chatter
