Wicked Rhyme

2.19pm

My rhyme failed to titillate as he cremated my draft whilst glaring with menace in my direction.  Temporarily he vacated, now incensed he advised his fidgety flock to collectively heap vengeance on yours truly....pronto.  The now perplexed stallion was excused of original obligation to charter.   Then bolted with some rancid, intoxicated clown agglutinated to its girth, now allied and hysterically guffaw they evaparated into the transient sunset.  Suddenly my tenuous canister tremored viciously,  accompanied by their confoundingly sincere decomposing chants.  These clowns seemed deficient of my sense of humour and where's a copper when you need one.  I discarded all poetry at their sprawling size eighteens hoping one may allay my tenebrous situation.

Just Passing

Oh no!  I don't think so
what would the neighbours say?
young well educated village girl with her 
                        ringpiece on display
I don't believe it woman
where did YOU go wrong?
I noticed a change on holiday while
                        visiting Hong Kong
Tut! Tut! Tut!  Oh deary me, gather
                            round and view
she's donned herself with ball and chain
she must have had a few
Get upstairs redeem yourself show decency and grace
ask the Lords forgiveness before you show your face
Straight out the bedroom window
dressed in that vile attire
how did she descend thirty feet
she used a circus wire
She's out gallivanting, we just scratch our heads
walking round in circles see our empty beds
Our postman can't stop laughing
keeps flicking our bedroom lights
disturbing our midnight cocoa
and our marital delights
No news for a fortnight
dead body found in ditch
suspect apprehended with a stammer and a twitch.

2.44pm

That did the trick as they ceased their stark presentation and methodically staggered away up the garden path, laughing hysterically as they creased up systematically and independently dispersed.  But then some boisterous juveniles unceremoniously engaged the scene, pilfering my scripts and then scampering to their homes or lairs.  I  gave chase momentarily to a couple of strays of no fixed abode no doubt, when a manhole sanctimoniously agaped, as dense dusk decorated murder alley and some giant sinister hand breached the altercating fissure and dragged their tiny frames beneath the terra firma, disregarding their futile screams with its own noteworthy gruesome roulade.   I decided not to pursue the chase as my mind's a chamber and there's more rhyme awaiting display......

Lights Out

Arise young man
for you're sat in my chair
it's a black and tan fact that I always sit there
My body feels weak.....I'm beginning to fall
your tepid response isn't helping at all
you're blocking the doorway
you're cluttering the room
you'll be claiming for physical damages soon
Who gave you permission?
who gave you the gall?
your seats in the corner I seem to recall
you're dropping your litter all over the place
I'm brewing up big time to fart in your face
don't sit there ignoring my structured advice
for sure I'm apparantly trying to be nice
you bugger's  got rhythm
you bugger's  got stance
us buggers are stuck with the Floral Dance
I'm standing, you're sitting, debating reform
reciting us Shakespeare and Pinter and more
You're eating my dinner
you're supping my tea
you're obviously taking advantage of me
is that your car parked at the foot of my drive?
that's it mate, you're finished,  I'll skin you alive
my futile persistence has made me uptight
to regain pole position I'll stand here all night
........Get up I say
that's my bloody chair
it's a black and tan fact.....that I always sit there.

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