Daddy Bear Posted July 25, 2008 Share Posted July 25, 2008 eighty-something keys that don't work on a stolen brass ring twenty-something blackbirds in a pile but none of 'em sing a bad motor scooter that he never gonna ride somethin' ain't clickin' inside he misaligned cookie on the table with a bite taken out milk all over the floor a million-power telescooper trained at the moon he don't wanna see any more his watch, it half-stopped and his gun, it half-cocked the boy, he frozen in time he misaligned tie on straight but he neck all crooked once he had a hat but he know she took it he pushing down donuts with wine misaligned, misaligned dozen-dozen-thousand angel choir it still sound weak DJ rape Rapunzel in the tower now she don't speak Holmes look at Watson and he shake he giant head and what good a detective when you dead? malignant signs the world so fine just misaligned Link to comment
Angel_baby Posted July 25, 2008 Share Posted July 25, 2008 Nice! Another good poem from DB I really like your style of writing. Link to comment
tiredofvampires Posted July 25, 2008 Share Posted July 25, 2008 *siiigh* How do you rhyme like that? Gimme some o' that. Wowie kazowie all over. But this is tops: tie on straight but he neck all crooked once he had a hat but he know she took it he pushing down donuts with wine I feel crooked just reading it. Someone call a chiropractor. Seriously. Link to comment
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