See the running of the king,
I think he’s angry at the swing.
He finds it hard to see the lion,
Overshadowed by the funny ion.
Who is that skipping near the bear?
I think she’d like to eat the gear.
She is but a silly woman,
Admired as she sits upon a Trueman.
Her thoughtful car is just an ache,
It needs no gas, it runs on shake.
She’s not alone, she brings a pen,
a pet bear, and lots of hen.
The bear likes to chase a horse,
Especially one that’s in the course.
The king shudders at the gorgeous girlfriend
He wants to leave but she wants the bend.
P.S. Nah, I am not high. I am just writing shitty poems now! Bless you.

10 thoughts on “The King and the Woman”

        1. Hahaha…I am totally relaxed doing poems too. Hence, the result. Jokes apart, it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy.
          Why publish only the good and polished stuff all the time? It’s time to take a break and be a little free flowing and fun. 🙂

  1. Lovey, I see what you are doing. I have been a reader of your previous poems and you are brilliant, gurrrlll. Is it some kind of series that you are doing for fun?

    1. You caught me, Jenny. Thanks for paying attention and catching me live in action. It was a little bleh at the end of the last year so we are going to keep it a little light-hearted and fun as we approach towards the end of 2017 this time. Enjoy upcoming shittier poems, Jenny. I would sleep gleaming if I could you make smile.

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