"booned" poems
In Wonder much your Sore Barrels invade
From Whirlycoxed Dames do Insure your Vote
Or Bribes the Fortunate Rascals evade
Saw no other Buttons to Press your Note
So Truth bends the very Patron decide
Carry on the Labours of your Booned Mass
Though Protests trim for another Subscribe
Let all Porned Bobbies allow you to Pass
That your Room - now a Museum convert
Never which Knowing which Prudent Tile step
Then again - as rugged as Granite your Shirt
Stain its Ghostly Essense on your Precept.
Would there be News? Doubt to my Knowledge based
My Cheques duly Crossed and left to Moons chased.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
When god was impressed with a lad,
booned him the loveliest creation he had.
Someone to dote like a mother,
tease him like a sister and non other.
Someone by his side when in pain,
to enjoy alongwith in the rain.
But he insulted the almighty's trust,
for this was not enough to quench his lust.
Tears flowed off the beautiful eyes,
the petals(lips) turned grey due to the cries.
The bubbly cheeks were now dull,
the baby heart went null.
Still the eternal creation being heartbroken
went on loving the world.
But she will again be bestowed upon someone on this earth,
by the god, to the one who realises her worth.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC