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read me that passage once again you know the one about the guy who’s got his finger stuck where it shouldn’t be? spinning it all the way to the top and shocking anyone within his view sammy was his name and his friends called him the swami you would see him often biting the wing of his chicken (and shaking his head) the captain would ask “you call this a pastime sammy…you call this a pastime?” sammy would say “it’s fine…it’s fine…yes…yes…it’s what i do” and no one seemed to mind (save for the chicken) he was a descendant of the eastern block a shipol they’d say fingers pruned eyes red (and full of hope) toss me one of those medicine balls…and let someone else call the show!  today’s line up; boulder dash and surfboards of death! (for they always seem to keep the captain amused) a big belch from the little man has sammy grinning ear to ear un-kept teeth and blackened nails do not cross his mind (for he’s all about pulling compliments from the day!) hey wait, he’s stomping now…and mad! hey wait…it’s passed (look at that, he’s already moving on!) catch you on the rebound swami! catch you there indeed!
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
rotating surfboards of death (and other miscellaneous challenges from takeshi's castle)