dedicated to fools & mavericks of any kind ...
---
A frost-hating weed
Obtained for all of her breed
Neat coats made of tweed.
The winter indeed
Could freeze reed as well as weed
With tremendous speed.
But there is no need
To worry about the weed
Protected by tweed.
---
My picky parrot
Doesn't eat privet or carrot
He says it's but rot.
He eats fatty pork
And overdone roasted stork
With his rusty fork
I say he shouldn't eat
So much fat and salty meat
But he thinks I cheat.
---
No resurrection
Can bring our lives correction
To reach perfection.
But true affection
Despite its imperfection
Doesn't cause objection.
Without affection
There is no real corection
To our impetfection.
---
All this filth and sleaze
Can become with shocking ease
Our deadly disease.
So we must increase
Our effort to kill that sleaze
Or we as well cease.
---
A wicked baboon
Stole my father's silver spoon
Which caused him to swoon.
That cheeky monkey
Has stolen as well my home key
And escaped on donkey.
Please catch the baboon
To get back both key and spoon
Yet this afternoon.
---
When it is my turn
For the tour without return
Probably to burn
Why should I regret
That I don't know the secret
Of divine thought-thread ?
---
Once in a blue moon
I meet a crazy little loon
Late in the afternoon
Her husband baboon
Says she pretty likes to croon
For a dime's worth spoon.
So just for a spoon
I can listen to her croon
Until I may swoon.
---
Though not at all brave
I don't like to be a slave
It's freedom I crave.
Please find me a cave
Where I could build my enclave
Free of any slave.
---
A small humble triangle
With no right or obtuse angle
Approached a rectangle.
He asked the quadrangle
To sell him a side and angle
(Thus turn to triangle).
But no decent rectangle
Would sell any side or angle
To circle or triangle.
---
A tiny humble sine
Worked with a big proud cosine
On a road decline
But seeing no sign
How to grow towards cosine
He left for coal mine.
Because no cosine
Can work without its humble sine
It flattened decline.
---
Human perception
Results in misconception
If not deception.
Don't trust your senses
Because within their fences
Truth has few chances.
---
A talkative circle
Maintains that his uncle
Could make a miracle :
That he can encircle
A shellfish or a barnacle
To produce carbuncle
But I think no circle
Can make a solid miracle
Without an oracle.
---
I feel as if shrunk
Every time I lie dead drunk
Somewhere in the trunk.
But my doctor said
That what is shrunk
When I'm drunk
Is brain in my head.
I think it's good news
As I can't find any use
For brain when I booze.
---
A young pretty snail
Received a suspicious mail
Offering a pail
Though she needs no pail
But a hammer and a nail
To secure her veil.
With no secure veil
Her quest to marry a whale
Would probably fail.
---
What personality
Could turn us to sanity
Of life's quality ?
(As if quantity
Could replace its quality ...
What insanity !)
---
I wishfully think
That if I enough drink and drink
All my troubles may shrink
Although my old shrink
Means that no amount of drink
Makes any trouble shrink.
Despite that I drink
And bring
Sanity
To brink
Though my troubles don't shrink ...
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My conclusion
Aft'r years of disillusion :
Long live reclusion !
No more inclusions
Leading to false illusions
And bad solutions ...
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