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I could write an entire thesis
On the use of the word "tmesis"
Or swing between thought trains deformed in my head
Or just ignore them and leave them unsaid
But that would be boring, and I'm not a square,
I'll write about sawing the legs off a bear.
I'll talk to myself whilst locating a rhyme
I'll babble about nothing to buy me some time.
I'll go on for hours in pure random verse
My sanity is waning- go fetch me a nurse.
I need a strait-jacket which ties up my arms
I know the interior of ALL funny-farms.
My favourite is old and slightly run-down
And is run by a cross-dressing, psycho-freak clown.
Watching the snow from my window (on drugs)
I spied a fat bunny and he was called "Bugs"
I greeted and waved as all good men should,
But then, all was left was a carrot which stood
Right on the tip of the point of the edge
So I edged out, past the edge of the ledge.
Now I am back in my cell and I write
(Though I still search for a subject, not shite)
But soon, one shall fly down with graces serene
I'll be crowned queen the places I've been.
I'll get super-powers; super strength, and I'll fly
I'll fly round the country, above in the sky.
I'll soar round the world the like a big paper plane,
A plane set on fire, that doesn't complain.
I'll learn every language from New Zealand to Greece,
I'll even be good at conversing with geese.
But alas, I diverse, and yet I go on
Regretting the words which I add to my song
Plunder on merrily straight through the thicket
Grab the fly from my hand you naive little cricket.
I'll snatch it straight back and I won't let you see
Exactly what it is like being me.
As I draw to a close of my pure, world-class poem
I'll tell you a name- Rupert Grint; do you know him?
The rich ginger kid who is best friends with Harry
(The one who Hermione went on to marry)
Well my point is succinct; he's not a lime
But a well polished tuba with gold keys sublime
And now I have rambled for more than an hour,
And so I shall leave in a big cloud of flowers.
 kajido · Mon Feb 18, 2008 @ 05:58pm · 0 Comments |
