"hig" poems
Pugsley snugs
on ugly rugs
and smugly shrugs
at Beak
But Beaky's peaking
and tweakily tweaking
while squeakily speaking
to Pink
And Pinky thinks
they're rinky *****
with stinky sinks
and ***** winks
Then Twiggy giggles
and jiggly wiggles
her wiggly jiggles
at Mister Higgles
And Mister Hig-g-l
Wait a second
Who's Mister Higgles?
'Undercover CBPP,' says he
(Crazy Bad Poem Police)
'Okay, let's break it up!
Enough of this stupid poem
Let's go, let's break it up!
Stay off bad poems people,
this stuff'll rot your
brain!"
©2011 Lyn
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
the path is dark my light is gone the shadows jump start the way to the water.
my lost shining star has been out like a burt out light bulb.
the path is steep and sketchy but my confides is strong .
i have no voice but a hig heart and strong mind to follow my dreams.
my lost shining star was the light to fin the way out if the internal heavy mist that creeps threw the cracks of time.
you have been gone for to long and my shining stare was my good luck to find my safe haven to escape from the grips of society that brain washes your life with drama and stupide lies
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC