"hur" poems - Hello Poetry

Schwinny, Baby, You were supposed to be my Bicycle. So I don't ask for anthing special. No dark Harley divas To whisk me off into the sunset. But I thought we were at least On the same road together. So please. Don't go droaning on how Life got too complicated. I mean, You've got one flimsy gear. And don't go moaning how The road got too bumpy. I mean, You went blind bonzai batshit over burnt black tar pavement. You just Let go. Threw away your Chain of reasoning Faster than I could brace for impact. So am I bleeding? Yeah, I'm bleeding. And the worst part is, I still need you! No, No, no. Not like Pom Pom pammy Needs her purple-plated pogo stick Nor like Princess Paris And her prissy pink prom queen limo, No. I mean I need I need you like Alibaba needs his golden cherub camel, Like Ben Hur his crimson-fury chariot. Because work is 37. Blocks. Away. And it starts in 16 minutes. And the bus is really unreliable. So we ride again, Guts against the wind. But now I've got all ten fingers and toes Crossed, Two by two, And point in fact, Racing down Guadalupe with Forked Philanges Gets really hairy. But your suicidal tendancies simply scare me. Your thirst to incur first degree burns, Fractured femurs, And flayed skin whittles my patience To tire track thin! Think I'll Roll my dice with a Segway. She'd be a quaint, play it safe kind of girl. Type to show off To a Mom and Dad Reveling in rosemary jubilation. Aw, son. We knew you'd land a keeper. That's my boy. But in ten days tops, I'd begin to miss your fiery imbalanced breath. I'd yearn for your bipolar 180 turns that Make my heart skip that terrible, syncopated beat. So let's just say, I'll give it one more shot. But ***** just promise you'll stick around a little longer. It's storming outside and We both got a few blocks to go.

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Feb 4, 2010

Feb 4, 2010 at 10:17 PM UTC

robby-cale

Bike Breakdown

Schwinny, Baby, You were supposed to be my Bicycle. So I don't ask for anthing special. No dark Harley divas To whisk me off into the sunset. But I thought we were at least On the same road together. So please. Don't go droaning on how Life got too complicated. I mean, You've got one flimsy gear. And don't go moaning how The road got too bumpy. I mean, You went blind bonzai batshit over burnt black tar pavement. You just Let go. Threw away your Chain of reasoning Faster than I could brace for impact. So am I bleeding? Yeah, I'm bleeding. And the worst part is, I still need you! No, No, no. Not like Pom Pom pammy Needs her purple-plated pogo stick Nor like Princess Paris And her prissy pink prom queen limo, No. I mean I need I need you like Alibaba needs his golden cherub camel, Like Ben Hur his crimson-fury chariot. Because work is 37. Blocks. Away. And it starts in 16 minutes. And the bus is really unreliable. So we ride again, Guts against the wind. But now I've got all ten fingers and toes Crossed, Two by two, And point in fact, Racing down Guadalupe with Forked Philanges Gets really hairy. But your suicidal tendancies simply scare me. Your thirst to incur first degree burns, Fractured femurs, And flayed skin whittles my patience To tire track thin! Think I'll Roll my dice with a Segway. She'd be a quaint, play it safe kind of girl. Type to show off To a Mom and Dad Reveling in rosemary jubilation. Aw, son. We knew you'd land a keeper. That's my boy. But in ten days tops, I'd begin to miss your fiery imbalanced breath. I'd yearn for your bipolar 180 turns that Make my heart skip that terrible, syncopated beat. So let's just say, I'll give it one more shot. But ***** just promise you'll stick around a little longer. It's storming outside and We both got a few blocks to go.