Everybody who comes here, please add two lines that rhyme to this poem. You don't have to limit yourself to adding lines only once, you can do as often as you want.
OK, the poems begins:
Last night I had a drink, then I had five more
I must've reached my limit 'cause they kicked me out the door
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don't drink no more you stupid fool,last night you fell off the bar stool.
That lady I danced with, don't remember her face,
All I know is that we danced til they closed up the place
then i got behind the wheel to take a drive
car went over the cliff and now i'm not alive
Momentarily, that is what it seemed like...
Looks like from here on out I'll be riding my bike
off i went on my bike wiZzing like a dream
all of sudden hit the pack of the truck and now i'm nothing but cream
Those were the scenes I pictured today,
As I sit in this jail cell wasting away
placed my sheets around me neck and hung em up
to make this life end like real abrupt
okay, okay, but then i changed my mind and decided to get my life on track
this is a hell hole and I won't be back
The jailer came in and saved me in time,
Said I've been punished enough for this minor crime
He said I was free to go and wished me well
I left there and checked into a cheap motel.
feeling lonely
got me a hooker
only had 10 bucks
so she wasn't much of a looker
She was real shy and she had a sweet smile,
I was feeling lonely so we talked for awhile.
Then she started touching me, I could feel my body quiver,
I got so excited that I began to tingle and to shiver
no denying the pleasure
i moaned when i came
though an ugly chick
in bed a real hot dame
But that's another story, 'cause here I rot in jail,
Sobered at the thought that no one's gonna pay my bail
But, no, I am free, the jailer said so,
Said I paid for my crime and he let me go.
Didn't you read that, a few lines above?
Let me be free, let me find love.
Oh hell, who am I kidding?
It's these stupid lines I need to be ridding!
I hope this is over, I hope it will soon end.
It's not real funny, bit I mean not to offend.
when we were finished i saw her sweet smile i convinced her to stay awhile i could tell she hadent much style.
she wore cheap clothes and had an ugly face somehow i knew this conversation wasent going no place.
Well that's the end of my story and I'm glad that it's been told
to my roomates at this home here for the senile and the old.
THE END
By the way, your lines were good Garrett.
ANd Chaz, yours was good too.
me, too, me, too!
Yes, Neisha, you too. Although you tried to incarcerate the poor guy.
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