General Poetry posted August 17, 2024


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No Rules

by kiwisteveh

 
No rules?
You fools!
Why, we have schools
to grant these mules
who sit on stools
some better tools.
 
To spare the rod
is odd
by  God!
How will we prod
the slothsome squad,
this peevish pod
who line the quad?
 
As crimes increase
the wheels we grease.
release police
to bring us peace
(the golden fleece)
from mad caprice.
 
 
Or maybe hounds,
gadzooks and zounds!
could do the rounds
to keep in bounds
these callous clowns
and ease our frowns.
 
Oh, balderdash!
We're in a hash;
our teeth we gnash,
so let's be brash.
Bring back the lash
and watch them crash
who'd have our cash.
 
We weep, we wail
to no avail.
We thrash and flail
but know that they'll
from bail set sail.
The Holy Grail?
Throw them in jail.
 
It's doublespeak
I hear you squeak.
Though you may shriek,
there's no mystique.
My rhyme's oblique, 
it's tongue in cheek.
And all I seek?
 
                                           A winning streak.
 
 

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