"bahonkus" poems
When asked to define a bahonkus
Noggins were scratched all about us.
15 before eight
with hungers to sate
Look: Twitterpates on a plate
Dang they're long ones!
Lawd how do we learn
the best way to burn
all these habits and nasty dry spells?
Sometimes it's the ****
from that funny gray bird
'mindin' us He's the Giver
oh well.
See that's the way the mop flops.
Yeah well ain't that some chit.
Every day has a curse and a blessing.
We be hopin' for Grace
to save us some face
and avoid seein' what we be missing.
I don't have a dog in that there **** race.
See, the pigs flew out to start bombin'.
So the dogs chased their tails
while the pigs shat the mail
makin' up for the pork they were chompin'.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC