Like a jogger,with no knees,
you're like a mouldy piece of cheese,
full of disease,that spreads.
Like the line dancers legs,
when selling pegs,buy some she begs.
For my chicken,with no eggs.
But what came first,the egg or the chick?
To be honest,I care not.
If it was the chick,so what,
or the egg,who cares?
There's more
to think about,like, world affairs.
Some live life,unaware.
As they sit and stare,
at the juggling jester,in the court,
he amuses me for a short...time.
Better if he helped
reduce the worlds crime.
But who am I to speak,
I've done nothing for anyone this week,
long poems about nothing,
I allow to leek, seep,
when we all know,talk is cheap.
I'm off to find that poor joggers knees,
if nothing else,the jogger,
I'll please.
Author notes
Mad rammblings of a messy mind.
A contest entry
- Capture Me With Your Title by Dark Whispers.
421 points, ended September 25, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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this was a really funny poem, but it is also too long to be in my contest, so i have to remove it to be fair, great title by the way
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LMFAO that was awesome!!! Pure random brilliance!!!
I saw a card the other day with a chicken and egg in bed. The chicken looks really annoyed and frustrated whilst the egg has its hands behind its head and is smoking a cigarette. The chicken has a speech bubble that says "well that settles that old argument, we all know who came first now!"
Great job
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WONDERFUL WRITING
HAHAHAHHA BRILLIANT. THIS IS VERY CLEVERLY-WRITTEN. WONDERFUL WRITING HERE. THE FLOW THE RHYME, EVERYTHING WAS SUPERB. KEEP IT UP.
ALL THE BEST
WAYNE
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thanks I've changed the joggling to juggling! glad you like my mad rammlings!
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