Since you've the gall to mention these bills Be they a hundred or maybe just five I'll foot them all and take care of your ills Assuming, of course, that you leave here alive?
I beg your kind pardon! My skills are not hazy! It's just over time I have grown fairly lazy Besides, you will notice, that it is the norm That poetry's function is distinct from form!
The cops, you say? Your card's in my hand, kind sir, watch me mark it You've got legality, I the black market!
The yakuza? Indeed, a highbrow breed My associates are not so lofty Nor do they have awesome ninja outfits Street fighting is the most deadly, you know. For this we only need our fists and wits.
There once was a lady who thought With poems and words she had fought But she didn't suspect The great counter-attack For her copyrights I've now all bought
And now the dear lady thinks that with film rights She can and she has and she will win the fight A pity she realises not the hard fact That my control over the studios are tight!
Ah.. how can I add to poetry?
ReplyDeleteHmm...
The odes and the sonnets
Have aged steeped in time
The memories they guard still
Live in rhythm and rhyme.
But how can we feel
When writers long gone
For their pain and their suffering
Drawn in spoken song.
Though the poets are gone,
ReplyDeleteTheir works ever be
Impressed on our memories
Through damned IOCs!
It looks like this poem
ReplyDeleteHas taken a turn
Instead of being serious
My eyes are being burned!
Now now, dear boy,
ReplyDeleteI am usually placid
But my poetry tends
To go best with antacids
This I didn't know
ReplyDeleteThe need for these pills
But you'll have to now foot
My medical bills
Since you've the gall to mention these bills
ReplyDeleteBe they a hundred or maybe just five
I'll foot them all and take care of your ills
Assuming, of course, that you leave here alive?
Hark! Now I'm being threatened
ReplyDeleteBy the Poetress Lady
Whose skills in composing
Are distinctly quite hazy
If ever a hand
You lay on me do dare
I'll call in the cops
And of you they'll take care
I beg your kind pardon! My skills are not hazy!
ReplyDeleteIt's just over time I have grown fairly lazy
Besides, you will notice, that it is the norm
That poetry's function is distinct from form!
The cops, you say?
Your card's in my hand, kind sir, watch me mark it
You've got legality, I the black market!
I change strategy
ReplyDeleteFor I have connections with
The Jap yakuza
The yakuza? Indeed, a highbrow breed
ReplyDeleteMy associates are not so lofty
Nor do they have awesome ninja outfits
Street fighting is the most deadly, you know.
For this we only need our fists and wits.
There once was a lady who thought
ReplyDeleteWith poems and words she had fought
But she didn't suspect
The great counter-attack
For her copyrights I've now all bought
The fellow who thought he had won me
ReplyDeleteWas a terrible poetic blight
He bought me out with legality
But I've still got the movie rights!
And now the dear lady thinks that with film rights
ReplyDeleteShe can and she has and she will win the fight
A pity she realises not the hard fact
That my control over the studios are tight!
So, cheers the dear boy,
ReplyDeletechortling in joy,
till he realises his lead's
in cahoots with the lady.
(uh oh.)