I am the ointment man, appointment man,
Come to the parade wearing knickers
See the one-eyed bank robber get his
Comeuppance with a brickbat to the head--ouch
In Jamaica you can’t buy descent pizza
All the furry rodents stuffed in your pants at
Least two freakin’ dozen--ouch!
Listen to the wind sigh! Hear the moody
River running! Listen to me break wind
And frighten the sleeping puppies!
Egad, I have vermin in my grilled cheese sandwich,
But I take a hike on the shore road all
The way to Keyport lookin’ for a you-know-what
Starlet is my gf, not really, more like the dog-faced boy
At the freakin’ circus
When the night is silent and the cow pie steams,
And the dog whiz scents my unsuspecting shoes
And the kind hooker, I find, has actually overcharged me
By seven bucks, I sigh in the summer and curse softly
However the wind is like a broken bird, so sad
The broken wind--I, the breaker of wind, break wind
Again!
Author notes
penned under starlight by a drummed out Zen master...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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HAHA! YES I LOVE ThIS!! I more than chuckled i like your sense of humor!
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This poem reminds me that my pantry is a mess and I need to straighten it out!
I don't know why it came to mind, but now I feel so COMPELLED! WAAaaaaaaaaa! A crazy poem, written by a crazy poet. lol
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in this broken world we can only find this broken man, who, alas, can do nothing but, apparently, break wind! How sad! How stinky!!!
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