Ravings of an insomniac...

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Open Poetry #30

Ravings of an insomniac...

Tim
Senior Member

since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2004-01-07 12:22 PM

Watch out for my poem, for he’s on the prowl,
Pay heed to my warning and don’t run a fowl,
(not a chicken I tell you, but a ball that's not fair)
Now that ought to show you of my poem beware.
His conduct is shameless, but he’s not ashamed,
Untitled, he is nameless, for that I must be blamed,
But what do you label nonsensical drivel,
Except but a rhyming that’s definitely uncivil,
Well, ode’s on the loose, out dragging Main street,
While I sit here speechless in hopeless delete.
(delete not defeat ‘cause I ain’t wearing shoes)
and of what I am writing, I ain’t got no clues.)
I keep thrusting at keys on my keyboard of shame,
Hoping and praying for fifteen seconds of flame,
(now that is what’s called, a flash in the Pan,
not Peter nor goat, but where you fry Steak Diane)
I just heard on the scanner, ode’s got him self jailed,
By the coppers arrested, and now he’ll want bailed,
But odist ain’t likely to hypothecate,
For no silly ode, that’s a hopeless ingrate,
It’s not like we’re hitched, nope, no hymeneal,
Just an writer and writee, is what we do be all.
But now it is late, and I need to snooze,
And I don’t really care, if my poem I lose.
So he can just sit in the pokey all knight,
(Sir Lancelot might care a lot, but for me it’s just good night)

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