The words just come to me flying high
And lay on this page by,
This red ink of my favorite weapon
It is my most prize possession.
I mostly write in acrostics,
About most, are poems of what makes me ticked.
But from time to time you can hear me rhyme,
It just won't be all the tyme.
So hear me out, listen clearly now for time has come,
The days have grown shorter and it seems like everyone has a gun.
But I'll stay here with my most lethal weapon,
No, I won't do you any harm, just get your hands off my favorite possession.
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC
The words just come to me flying high
And lay on this page by,
This red ink of my favorite weapon
It is my most prize possession.
I mostly write in acrostics,
About most, are poems of what makes me ticked.
But from time to time you can hear me rhyme,
It just won't be all the tyme.
So hear me out, listen clearly now for time has come,
The days have grown shorter and it seems like everyone has a gun.
But I'll stay here with my most lethal weapon,
No, I won't do you any harm, just get your hands off my favorite possession.
copyright; 2011 McNally, Inc.
One of my rhyming poetry. I don't do it often, but the word just seem to fall on the page.
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