I am Bob
Your friend
Holding you while you sob
Even though I know your wounds won't mend.
Dancing down the street
Tip tap toe
Watching my feet carelessly meet
I'm quite a chill poet so...
Your bestest friend for everest
That's what you think
The guy with the hat, the blues and the nest
Don't go wandering off now and sink.
I've got a trinket for you
It's a squirrel!
Well... The head, hoehoehoe
Paint the ceiling red with squirrel blood.
Satan, satan, he is satan
They shout when I stab a girl in the eye
Satan, satan, he is satan
Then the crowd stops as I turn around with my
eyes burning red of awesomeness and says:
Everyone will cry...
As my work here is done
I went to the next little town
Telling my army of demons to come
Just look at my shining crown.
A contest entry
- Whispers of the Muse by SubKitten.
3045 points, ended May 19, 156 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So, what's your take on this?
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I'll be honest, you made me laugh! This has a very upbeat and extremely humorous tone to it, and I just couldn't help but give a little chuckle. The rhyme scheme only added to the sing-song feeling of the poem, which gives it a very perverse humor; rhythmically, it sounds like something you should be reading to a child, despite the slightly more dark content.
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I thank you from the bottom of my heart for this comment. Made my day. And you actually understood the whole thing, love it. ^^
Yours truly
The Swedish Monkey
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