Continue the Rhyme...

Not to comment with a poem is a horrendous crime
As bad as making guacamole without any lime

Honestly, I really must confess
I tend to be lacking in finesse

 

My workout routine, I must confess,
Nor pullups, pushups, curls, or bench press.

Instead, I admit, I spend my time,
Watching TV till twelve past nine.

((I tried.))

 

Steve, honey, get in line
My nights are spent with a yarn skein

Truth be told, I now come clean
I'm not very nice- actually, kinda mean

 

(SNIPED!)

The clown is back, you speak of mean?
Perhaps you would all do better in a team.

In terms of words, mine are the best.
You can't compare, nor can the rest.

This WAS my job, for a couple of years.
To rhyme, and joke, and play on your fears.

And so now we're here, the joke is done.
Because THIS clown, he kills for fun.

 

Oh, Jesus Christ, can I just run?
No thank you, I'm f**kin' done

The goddamn clown is back again
His creepiness is a full 10/10

 

I think I shall join in then,
Now that I'm awake again,

Though I must inquire of the clown,
Would you rather smile than frown?

 

Honestly, if you're feeling down,
Don't seek happiness in a clown

Painted grins and smiles aside,
They're just creepy at their core, on the inside

 

Now don't be rude, casting us aside.
We're warm and cuddly, deep inside.

With laughing grins And painted face,
Our humor surely sets the pace!

With jokes and gags, and puns galore!
It's easy to look past the Gore.

But cross us once, and you'll be done.
Not all clowns are quite this fun.

 

I swear, the first time I hear a pun
I promise you, I'll have won

Why? is the only question I have
But you've answered that for me and.., shit, what rhymes with have?

 

Once Upon a time,
In a quaint land of rhyme,

There lived a young calf,
Who loved to laugh.

She'd run and she'd play,
in the fields all day.

Through meadows of flowers,
for hours and hours!

 

Exploring tall towers
Through sun and rainy showers

She'd read many couplets,
From a book, with her siblings (quintuplets)

 

From reading the book, it was then that they took, to jumping over a fence, instead of a buttress, which ended in quite a mess, mixed with great distress.


(I tried, sorry- failed poet here, who happens to be queer) (it was too tempting not to rhyme this time, and no I happen not to be a mime, is that a good sign? Though being a mime is fine, I couldn't help but rhyme for you see this is the time for me to be in charge of the rhyme, so please don't fine me, would you like some tea?)

 

Is it peppermint tea?

If so pour some for me.

If not it may go down the drain

while I watch with disdain.

 

Oh my, peppermint tea is my bane.
Never-ending nights of death and pain
The blood stains the Earth as war reigns on sans any gain
That death that I had previously mentioned was also ensued by meth.
Cows that once grazed in merriment down the lane
Have become rotten to the core; one killed by Seth.

 

What the hell are you talking about?
You're as crazy as the people you've sought out

I'm sorry, dear, I love peppermint tea
Canter, darling, pour a cup for md

---------- Post added 24th Dec 2015 at 01:20 PM ----------

*me

 

Oh I see,
We're sticking with the sound of ee.
I think I'll have another cup of tea
Maybe with a slice of Brie
Or three
For me

 

Honey for your tea?
Or another slice of cheese?
Let me look at my truck
I see something rhyme with Yuck!

 

Do not kill thy duck, thou saucy boy oh my dear Holly.
Now perish and begone to the pit of whence thou hath emerged!
May friendship and light reign sans folly!