In article <47c5a5201385fcefb1563be660dfd5ac@dizum.com>, Nomen Nescio
<nobody@dizum.com> wrote:
> There once was a Fort Reporter
> Who had a great big goiter
> He came from a place called Nantucket
> And carried his nuts in a bucket
>
> He was larger than the Goodyear blimp
> And his penis was always small and limp
> His eyes were very beady and crossed
> He's on the verge of being usenet TOS'd
>
> His alter-ego was Silver Lead
> Who never ever used his head
> Or should that be Silver Lead
> Who always farted when he pee'd
>
> His performance was less than stellar
> For he was blind as Helen Keller
> Though he was always there to amuse
> As he constantly tripped over his shoes
>
> He was more fun than a chimp
> With an organ grinder pimp
> He always thought he was clever
> Though no one thought it, ever
>
> If it weren't for the voices in his head
> Who began talking when he rolled out of bed
> He might have been an OK guy
> But now he's worse than an irritating stye
>
> His dentist found that he was really bipolar
> When he tried to pull his rotten molar
> He was always told to beware of his paranoia
> For one day it may truly destroy ya
>
Good work!
> Or should that be Silver Lead
> Who always farted when he pee'd
I think you meant it to sound like "leed", but it doesn't to the new
reader. There's a trick in poetry (and other writing) that could help;
read it out loud before you publish.
I liked this couplet the best:
> He always thought he was clever
> Though no one thought it, ever
Perfect meter, and the silent syllable hesitation before the last word
as emphasis. Can't get technically better than that. Great! LOL
I wonder how many squirrels were following him and his bucket. LOL
Mover
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