Whimsical Poems
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Whimsical Poems
| Blind to the Gift Horse's Mouth | The Bridge between Us | |
| The clam turned to talk to the trout, Expressing what his wants are about, I want to see you see, I'm sick and tired of roaming the sea so free, Without knowing…knowing where exactly I be, It's so frustrating…frustrated obviously, This is not…not a perfect life to lead. Just then…
The clam got his wish, Turned into a fish, Swam near the shore, But got caught by a lure, His dream wasn't to wait, On somebody's plate. The bat turned to talk to the rat, Sulking right where he sat, Echolocation is not what it seems, I can't see, so I'm living life oh so cheap, So dark, my world is…it all just seems so bleak, The ceiling just is not…not a great place to sleep, This is not the life…the life I should keep. Just then…
The bat turned into a cat Devoured the rat, Grinned ear to ear. A devious sneer, But choked on his head, And then just dropped dead. The mole turned to the worm, To voice his concern, If my vision blurred all times I cried, Then I'd see a world through cataracts eye, But alas I can not see…although often I try, I'm tired of turning…turning a blind eye to the sky, I am not going to lie…but I would much rather die. Just then…
The mole opened his eyes, And to his surprise, Could see everyone, So he went to see the sun, But stared just a bit too long, And his vision is gone. |
I do not know how much of this stress I can take Under such a great moment, I'm likely to break I've placed my trust in you You've placed your truss in me Hoping to make me stronger And build me up But I've buckled under pressure I've been deformed I've been designed and tested Tested for perfection You said you were civil But now I've crumbled I've felt the weight of a world on my back Converted to psi's They say life has its kicks But I am not alive, and I have felt too many kips I've been given a signal of light I've given you sigma for stress I've acted as an intermediary for too long Perhaps I was too long You've paved my way But I've given way Miscalculations led me to this Now I lay in a river, rubble of bliss You waited in anticipation To be paid for your creation Perhaps you should have taken your time When it was my time to shine |
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| The Stapler | Horse Art | |
| The stapler sat, waiting for his one chance
"You undo all my work," he said in a glance The office lights dim, they left him alone "Staple remover, revenge must be shown"
The cruel four fanged fiend hissed a snide retort "I nip metal to let papers unsort You on the other hand, I dare to quip Are nothing more than a big paper clip"
"You make things so final," he continued "And it is not as if I will get sued You are a coward stapler, now go hide Unless you think we should take this outside"
"No need," the stapler replied with a sneer "I think we should settle this now, right here" "Don't," the calculator rallied for peace "This will get bad, someone call the police"
The stapler ran in, to initiate He trained for this day, and was feeling great He pulled back and spat a staple with force And screamed "I will knock you off that high horse"
The remover swiftly dodged the attack Charged and snagged a stapler type of snack He sunk his teeth in, and would not let go The stapler just smirked and started to glow
The remover was filled with a juiced jolt He jumped off just to be struck by a bolt "Are you shocked?" The stapler asked happily "I carry currents," he added with glee
"Abomination," the paper clips cried "It's what he deserves," the tape then implied "Show mercy," the ruler shouted aloud "Finish him off," a pen screamed from the crowd
"Now quite yet," the stapler turned to his friends "I will offer him...one chance for amends" "Staple this!" The remover gestured crude "Apologize?" I would rather be food
"That can be arranged," he said with a grin He opened his jaw and peeled back his skin Springs and staples sprang all up and about There stood a demon who let out a shout
Encased in fire he let out a hiss And stomped near with an intentional miss "Sorry," the remover pleaded with tears "Fool," the demon spat, "now realize your fears"
He reached out a hand, most surely in jest Then one swoop, incinerated the pest "No remorse for the remover, I say My staples stay put, now have a nice day" |
He takes out his pad Although he is sad You won't hear him haw
Now lame and depressed He turned an art buff
His pen starts to spin His drawings are true
His artistry shines He has found his zeal Treasured by equines
And sketches a door He fights though his pains His whole body sore
A perfect image Remarkable feat A horse drawn carriage |
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| Youth in Revolt | Magically Common Day | |
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Bruised and bloodied I wait Tense I cling to my gun Should I dare make the run
With just one obstruction A meek solitude tree Pass it and I'm home free
Perhaps they fled the fight Quick I jump to my feet Embarking the retreat
Survive I know I can't Children drop down on me All with sinister glee
Less than one year in age Diapers all pink and blue Before they run me through Shout the final decree All fear the Infant Tree |
Now I thought I’d start the day By strolling into town Right on my path was a magical Wish granting beetle Lying right on the ground
How I’d handle some wishes Not sure what I’d do Unfortunately I didn’t see him Now he’s all up in my shoe
This is just an example Of a magically common day Nothing special happens In a magical kinda way
As I continued merrily I saw a dragon in the park He pranced right up to me And here is what he did bark
I’ve suffered many hardships My family has been slain I’m now looking for revenge To help ease the pain Have you seen a knight here in this state I looked at my watch and said your about eight hours late
The dragon then took a piece of gum Out of his pouch Shoved it in his mouth and humbly asked Can I crash on your couch
I then noticed his change can and no shoes And he didn’t offer me any gum So eyes ablaze I turned to him And yelled get a job you lazy bum |
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