Eating my oysters, dreaming of kings, but my jacks are all bruised and my queens need wings. My aces in there places dreaming of better things.
My superhero prince takes me to Care-A-Lot, where we do our cover dance, and I love what we've got.
My clowns are on unicycles balancing on logs, on a river deep in Hell while reading my blogs.
Little pig little pig let me in, this wolfs and alcholic and he's after my gin.
The gunpoweder carnies are setting up shop, for three dollars and six dimes, they can make your mind pop.
This one-horned horse won't stop following me around. So let's grab the conundrum in the Valley of the Sound.
My clowns are on unicycles balancing on logs, on a river deep in Hell while reading my blogs.
Little pig little pig let me in, this wolfs and alcholic and he's after my gin.
Author notes
Mr. Grey's or Michael's Madman's Ballad. I don't know what to category to call this, but for some reason I like it. I've read it over three times.
In a list
A contest entry
- with the abstract in mind.. by The-Phoenix.
900 points, ended January 10, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Tee hee. Makes me giggle a bit inside. That wolf needs to put down the liquer. lol. Great write and good luck in the contest! Hopefully you'll win big points and then start a contest of your own!
Muah!
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