A verse that’s unforgivable
by cricketjeff on November 23, 2010. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A badly played euphonium,
Constructed in zirconium,
Could lead to pandemonium –
I’ll learn to hum instead.
Around this condominium,
In pots of aluminium,
You’ll see the odd delphinium
Beside its flower bed.
This verse is not spectacular,
Nor written in vernacular;
Oh damn I’m left with Dracula,
The lord of the undead.
I love to rhyme and pun away
And if you take my fun away
I’m pretty sure to run away,
Or scream in fear and dread.
It would be foolish flattery
To call this aural battery
Less raucous than a cattery
Before the cats are fed.
My nurse is calling calmingly,
She smiles at me disarmingly,
Then knocks me out alarmingly
By hammering my head.
They say I’m mad to rhyme like this
And waste my reader’s time like this
I’m writing awful crime like this
Because I’m badly led!
Author notes
Words like to run around inside my head at times, perhaps I shouldn’t let them.
English