Grave Mayhem
An awful example of verse
was once found inscribed on a hearse
Like drivel it read
To the quick and the dead
"Could be worse / No...strike that, reverse"
A shocking debasement of rhyme
Tattooed on the ass of a mime
Invited the readers
To be bottom feeders
But they first had to insert a dime
A horridly fusty old sonnet
Pasted inside Bo Peep's bonnet
Made Chichi Jack Horner
(Did nobody warn her?)
Start jacking his "plum juice" upon it.
A poet used images coarse
Which he then telegraphed us in Morse
Filthy dashes and dits
Runic phalli and clits
And unspeakable acts with a horse
The Laureate Southey once said
"I like to do couplets in bed"
Yet alternate pairing
Which may seem quite daring
Seems wholesome once rhyme words are wed
King Tut had this writ on his tomb:
"The bell tolls, but ask not for whom"
That sneaky John Donne
To a TARDIS has gone
It's more comfy than Paglia's womb
Anne Coulter has been heard to say,
"When libs limerick me that makes my day"
The concept of metre
Did sadly defeat her
But if it's good enough for Ogden, it works for me anyway
| Contributors: | Nym, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Kansas Sam, Chevalier, will h, F, Helen Owly. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd June 2006 by F. |