Ink a new line that drips upon a page;
Poetry plays a point that letters spell.
When feet are running meter's rhyme and rage,
The poet writes of love that's worth the tell.
A statement made of stanzas rings a bell
In ears that crave the rhythm of a verse
Rehears'd in dulcet tones that maybe yell
At times when feeling love is but a curse.
Volta Velveeta cheese an early hearse
And bathroom book of verses by anon.
Musical fruits smell better smelling worse;
If music be the food of loveplay on.
Flowersweet love songs ring with singing turds;
Poesy pussy-footing plays with words.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 9:43 PM UTC
Ink a new line that drips upon a page;
Poetry plays a point that letters spell.
When feet are running meter's rhyme and rage,
The poet writes of love that's worth the tell.
A statement made of stanzas rings a bell
In ears that crave the rhythm of a verse
Rehears'd in dulcet tones that maybe yell
At times when feeling love is but a curse.
Volta Velveeta cheese an early hearse
And bathroom book of verses by anon.
Musical fruits smell better smelling worse;
If music be the food of loveplay on.
Flowersweet love songs ring with singing turds;
Poesy pussy-footing plays with words.
