Number 13 Poem by His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III

Number 13

Rating: 2.4


His Homeynence (troubled by the recent breakdown in the Peace Talks) proclaims:

All parties need to grow up
Before you make me throw up
This juvenile blow up
Elevates my woe up

'Mama he called me names
Mama she just plays games
Mama I'm bad, he claims
Mama I'm sorry I came'

Drive away the talent
Behave less than gallant
Soon they'll be space to rent
Man's distress—we make no dent

Retire vicious cuts
No ifs, ands, or buts
No shots in the nuts
Have you got the guts?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

His Homeynence is pleased to be noticed by such a talent as yourself Mr. Nehrlich. Tell me is it sheep you prefer over all? His Homeynence thinks sheep are good for producing wool but unfortunately inclined to have same pulled over their eyes. peck P.S. you do have talent...use it appropriately...Peace out

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Herbert Nehrlich1 12 April 2005

There once was a gaggle of geese they would stand up and flash their stained teeth but their stark halitosis and genetic phimosis was a hindrance to sought- after peace. They were hardly what one would call clever though they tried to backstab and to sever their opponents' brave heart but one needs to be smart to succeed in this world, they would never have the wits or the guts to be winners it is one thing that is not for sinners couldn't spell their own name and were looked on with shame as they'd lost the whole war 'gainst the grinners. You might ask how a gaggle of geese would behave like some rats seeking cheese well the answer my friend it is blown in the wind like the legend of oldentimes fleece. Well, what does your Homeynence think of my animal poem? It was the great Poet Chris who stated that he much prefers animals over people. I am inclined to agree with him. Best wishes H

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