"squeakily" 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
I love the way you laugh cheekily through your lungs like a young child visiting the park for the first time in Autumn
I hate the way you laugh squeakily through your intoxicated lungs like a misbehaved child harassing other children at the park in Winter
I love the way you walk with a spring of contentedness oblivious to the despair surrounding you
I hate the way you walk with a spring of arrogance not caring about anybody inferior
I love the way your dimples appear as storms as your smile spreads across your face resembling the ocean
I hate the way your crooked dimples attack your bitter teeth like daggers
I love the way you talk so passionately about nothing that matters at all, something so insignificant
I hate the way you talk so ignorantly about everything that doesn't matter in the slightest
I love the way you analyse things with such interrogation and adventure like the youth hunting for their Christmas presents early
I hate the way you over-analyse situations that are not linked to you in any way
I love you
I hate you
**I hate the way I really ******* love you**
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC