The Rhyming Ribald Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Rhyming Ribald



Night in gabardine
Stuck his fist in
The prom queen.
Until Chanticleer
Screamed this dawn
Came near riding
Butt naked on the sun.
Thus night dispersed
In tendrils fled
Streaming into his crypt
Like a bannered warlord.
The prom queen blushed,
On night she crushed,
But she married the sun
Because her parents said
He had a respectable job;
But every eve while he
Sank to work in the sea’s factory,
Night came scratching on
The backdoor.
She let him in,
Thus gave to sin
As his shadow fist-f! cked
Her on the floor.
Until dawn came riding
Butt naked on the sun once more.
Minced in a pie,
Chanticleer could not cry,
Thus the sun found night
Elbow deep in his wife,
And with daylight
Revealed her a whore.

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Robert Rorabeck

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