14 November 2011

8th bunch of strange confessions, weird questions & crazy recommendations

dedicated to fools & mavericks of any kind ...

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When the dogs start to bark
I feel something grave and dark
Deep beneath my bark.

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A moose and a goose
Found that it is but little use
In excessive booze.

They plan to abstain
And prefer water from rain
As it is so plain.

When this may come true
No one as yet has a clue :
It's the climate's due.

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No reason to crave
Until you are put in grave :
It isn't even brave.

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A cool-looking rat
Bought a jacket and a hat
To impress the cat.

It sparkled her anger
That led him to great danger
Ending in cliff-hanger.

He managed to hide
In a cave below the tide
To preserve his hide.

He lost his outfit
Which the cat in furious fit
Torn apart and bit.

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No one with free will
Can prevent it from evil -
Maybe just devil ...

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A bat and a cat
Thought it would be great to scat
While cleaning their vat.

Engaged by a rat
Who owns a jazz club called Hat
They sing and get fat.

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This ant is nitwit'
To work in that stinky pit
- Where he can be hit [1]
- Where he can be split [2]
- When he's done a hit [3]
- When he isn't even fit [4]
- While he's such a hit [5]

(Pick up what you like
And suggest something alike
Or maybe unlike ...)

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A bride and her groom
Didn't manage to jump the broom
So they fled in gloom.

Now in the bathroom
They practice with anoth'r broom
To reverse their doom.

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In the times of boom
All the flowers bloom and bloom
Unaware of final doom.

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My towering pride
Yesterday suddenly died
Leaving my mind fried.

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An old timid mole
Climbed up the telephone pole
To escape a foal.

There he sits banished
Althoguh the danger vanished
With his pants tarnished.

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The whole history
Of publishing his story
Outraged this tory.

He cries it's a shame
To disclose he is not tame
Playing certain game.

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May humility
Be but abnormality
Or futility ?

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A timid young skunk
Wanted to obtain more spunk
So he got dead drunk.

But in an old trunk
Where he had fall'n being drunk
Was no spunk but junk.

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There's no need to cry
To be sad
Or even mad
On the day I die.

(I'm but Mr.Nobody
With a worthless sick body
dear to nobody.)

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Shouldn't our crazy quest
To get better or ev'n best
be deemed as a pest ?

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