Here's a couple of "bonus" poems I wrote today, not connected to either of the daily prompts. The first is what I call a "420 poem"; that is, a poem about or inspired by the world of cannabis, celebrated on this date every year. I don't actually partake or "celebrate" (those days are long gone) but know a few who do. The poem is four lines with a total of 20 syllables, with no set syllable count per line. So here's mine, and Happy 420 Day!
The Penguins of Heard and McDonald Islands Respond
What baked stoner
Thought people were here?
Tariffs? Wait till you see
The price of OUR eggs!
Thought people were here?
Tariffs? Wait till you see
The price of OUR eggs!
And here's my other bonus, just a short quatrain inspired by recent events. Oh yes, and Happy Easter!
Reckoning
He is risen,
And when he sees who you’ve sent to prison,
He’ll leave the mass
And flip the tables on your hypocrite ass.
And when he sees who you’ve sent to prison,
He’ll leave the mass
And flip the tables on your hypocrite ass.
1 comment:
I like them both, especially the second one.
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