Biscuitry In Clean Sheets
Mine was only mortar
While yours was filled with sparks
I had but a quarter
To feed my wife and daughter
While you claimed friendship with Ms. Rosa Parks
Mine was only mildew
It kept us both alive
Until the day I billed you
For the ultra-pure distilled dew
While you claimed exemption from Proposition 5
Oh, Propositions Five and Nine!
How shall I praise your charms divine?
Hers was merely henna
While mine was curlicued
And like a steel antenna
Magnetically imbued
With the essence of "sylvana."
Hers was merely haiku
While mine, a villanelle
There may be some who, like you
Ride a motorbike to
The outer gates of Hell
Oh, dark and dismal gates of Dis!
How did we sink as low as this?
Contributors: | Roland, skokes, F, Grayman, Beefy, loaf, Ethetran, N, Q. |
Poem finished: | 10th December 2003 by Beefy. |