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Imagination
Contributed by
blackmarker
on
Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 04:38:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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Wheels turning
Gears in motion
Thinking up another
Crazy notion
Like, if pigs get burnt,
Shouldn’t they wear lotion?
And, just how much salt,
Is in the ocean?
Sure I’m strange
Let’s call it “charm”
With a pen in my hand
And my hand on my arm
Thinking up stories
Amazing tales
My imagination
Never fails
Some ideas are weird
Maybe even stupid
Like, wouldn’t it be funny
To have a pimp named Cupid,
Who’s going bald
Who’s big and fat,
Who always wears
A purple pimp hat?
Like I said
My imagination doesn’t cease
But this poem does…
‘Cause I got nothing else to rhyme with.
Copyright ©
blackmarker
... [
2004-05-18 16:38:06] (Date/Time posted on
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