Having a spot of problems with my legs, but other than that they're just fine which inspired me to write this poem. Timothy Sim, if you're reading this, THIS is how rhyming should be. Sounds the same(about there) but DIFFERENT spelling. Enjoy, people.
THE FURRYLEG BLUES
I've got a set of furrylegs,
And they ain't much fun.
Every morning when I'd get up and shave
They's grow again as soon as I'm done!
People stare at my leggy hair,
They point and whisper at them,
My legs are like a freaking bush!
The hair space is all tiny and crammed.
Heck! I can't even sleep with the guy of my dreams,
Without giving him that uncomfortable feeling.
My little furry weapons will rid him of sleep
By morn his skin would be red and peeling.
I've got a case of "The Furryleg Blues",
That tiny prickle sensation.
They poke at me whenever they can
I curse them eternal damnation!!
There you go. Must admit though, the rhythm bit could use some work...BUT IN YO' FACE!! You cannot deny my "MAD RHYMING SKILLZ" Timothy!
P.S. Wanted to put L337 for the "MAD RHYMING SKILLZ" part. Silly html crap.
3 comments:
Try as you might,
To make your words rhyme,
You cannot delight,
For those skills are mine.
Learn to use syllables,
That kind of helps,
'Cos if you try otherwise, your poem's in shambles.
I bow my head in shame,
For those skills aren't mine,
This poem is much too tame,
For your skills refined.
How do you like them apples eh?
I'm lost!!
Great to see you update your blog,at last!!
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