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Why Modern Poets Are Thin

A poem without rhyming’s

Like a cheeseburger without cheese,

A BLT with no tomato,

A bowl of carrots without peas.

A poem without rhyming

Lacks flavor and synergy

But alas I’m on a diet

And must cut whatever calories I can…

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Hey, it’s been like 90 days since I was this lame, so you’re welcome 😋

I worked 13 hours today

So a two line poem is a-ok.

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At Least I Commit To Finishing Acrostics Though

I is for the intimacy we have yet to share

M is for the the many ways I show you I care

N is for how no one can compare

E is for “except that girl who has the pretty hair.”

V is for how very sorry I will claim to be

E is for that exceptional hair I never will unsee…

R is for I’m really sorry this time. Forgive me?

G is for the gift I’ll buy to say that I’m sorry

E is for how every day you give me another chance.

T is for the tightness you inspire in my pants

T is for your temperance, which totally rhymes with “dance”

I is for how I hope to rekindle our romance

N is for how nuts it is I ogle other girls

G is for “good thing I’m not into hair with sexy curls.”

L is for how light catches her hair as it unfurls…

A is for “Alright, alright! I’ll buy you some new pearls.”

I is for I really wish I were a better dude

D is for “Doggone it, if you weren’t such a prude…”

A is for apologizing for how I am lewd

G is for the golden curls falling upon the nude…

A is for “At least I didn’t finish the previous line.”

I is for the infinite ways you, my dear, are fine.

N is the never being bad again if you’ll remain as mine.

! is the punctuation after you vehemently decline.

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It Began As A Sleepy Soliloquy… It Ended As A Halftime Show

It’s past the time I need to go

To sleep, but here am I

Writing rhymes that rhyme sometimes

As many times I try

And why I try, I cannot lie,

Is just to try my luck

‘Cause I have no skill, but possibly still

I’ll be famous if I say white people suck.

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Ever Have That Dream That Happens Over and Over? Yeah…

So today my poem

Is autobiographical,

But that doesn’t mean it’s boring

Nor that it is bull…

I got up at 6:00 AM

And worked for 9 long hours,

After which I got undressed

For three back-to-back showers.

During shower number three

My brain turned on a sec

And instead of thinking, “Ooh, warm water”

It thought “Oh shoot! Oh heck!

“I was supposed to take a test

“That’s due at 5:00 PM!”

It thus proceeded to haw

And also, a bit, to hem.

Well, I expect to get a C

In the class who test I missed,

But instead of being angry, angsty,

Nervous, sad, or pissed

I decided to look on

The sunny side of life:

I know my dreams can come true now!

Now who’s that with my wife…?

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When Life Gives You

Steve the alligator

Looked at the lemon rind

That, squeezed out and discarded,

In the swamp he did find.

The lemon said “Life gave me

“And thus did I die,

“So I warn you dear gator

“That your time is nigh.”

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There’s Always A Deeper Depravity…

I don’t go to parties

Because I am a geek.

I have never cut my hair

Because I am a freak.

I play old school RPGs

Because I am a dork,.

I’m still proud because I don’t

Eat pizza with a fork.

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‘Cause Chicks Love Poetry

When my friends ask me

“Why are you still single?”

I tell them my hobby

Is sitting, staring at my phone, trying to think of a satisfying rhyme for single

So I can finish my poem

That I write on my blog-ingle.

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Yeah… Not Inspired Lately

All these folks are making jokes

Like why was six afraid of seven?

So seven ate nine, that’s well and fine

But I’ve got a joke sent from heaven:

Why were e people

Afraid of the letter W?

Cause White people.

Haha, hehe, whoo!

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Imagery…

He said “Hey there baby.

“Want to date a carpenter?”

She said “I would rather

“French kiss a pencil sharpener.”

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