Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage...

Sat, 07/27/2024 - 13:23 -- ts735b

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth

fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole

insync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage
bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously stretching limits credulity

(think courtesy metaphorical crowbar)
teases out apropos exaggeration

after quaffing vermilion vintage vermouth

without shadow of doubt signifying untruth

 

merely relishes using me pickled brine

as a practiced whereby this word sleuth

doth das scribe today July twenty seventh, tooth

house sand and twenty four, hoop fully

hits pun hushing metaphorical home runs,

yours truly figurative slugger and word sleuth

rivaling those four baggers
fielded by legendary Babe Ruth

lemme know if literary endeavor
(even juiced by ghost of chance) forsooth
yours truly, a suave guy noir with couth

prominently tickles one and/or booth.

Funny bones belonging to thee

generic garden variety bot
dear reader rabbit carrot

teen loony toon Bugs Bunny

impersonator 'course I would unroll
welcome mat (a two seater)
roomy for outsize trumpeting despot

Scottish tartan and Harris tweed

(cuz I'm boss), oh... I almost forgot

dons hat as coordinator
three ring circuits, who runs hot

and cold compliments

courtesy schizoid personality disorder,

when juiced mere unicellular, speck, jot...

nine month parasite huddled in utero

with umbilical cord tied into Gordian knot

assimilating, gestating, maturing,
signaling mine trademark bon mot,

which aforementioned gobbledygook
poetic translation essentially means diddly-squat.

 

All Joe King aside, I embarked
as independent contractor

for United States Space Force
as 007 secret double agent
to craft senseless poem with humorous bent

quite aware acronym designating heaven cent
ear, nose and throat specialist
may not necessarily wax poetic side,
thus scud daddy ling all poetry dude,
(nevertheless quite decent)

 

wrought literary dud versus

concocting Earth shaking event

versatility exemplifying fragment

infinitesimal ability owned by modest gent,

who took reprieve NOT meant

as exhausting his laudatory wellspring

subsequently all he wrote comprises something

inane, and without sophisticated substance

essentially absolute zero nothing

nutritious for cerebral cortex
to feast upon material hampering

intellectual succor zilch – nascent

hint of latent mordant talent
otherwise outcome ranked as low achieving
straight A student in kindergarten

out the figurative window went.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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