Out Of Gas Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

Out Of Gas



Out of fuel? That's cool
Won't start? Be smart!
It drank the tank
Now you'll ride-a mule…
I guess, unless
Your money, my honey
Will bide a ride
To school. How cruel!
If not you've got
The time to climb
A tree to see
The fool at the pool.
He swims? Not him
That's why the guy
Just stands with his hands
In his pocket. Don't knock it
That's better than wetter,
Soaked clothes. Who knows?
The guy is spry
He runs for fun
You crazy? Or lazy.
Go to work! Don't shirk
Your job. Or th'mob
Will getcha. You betcha
‘Snot funny, my honey
Get serious-you're furious
‘Cause ucan't rave&rant
So fellow, be mellow
By th'way, Jo-se
Who's that at bat?
Bob Bonds had brawn
One stroke and broke
The record…Star Trekker!
Ball raced in space
Not sharin' with Aaron
The glory, I'm sorry
But you? Not a-clue
Why ur-readin' and feedin' on
This rhyme. It's time
To stop, find-a cop
And arrest the pest
Who wrote this note
And throw'em and th'poem
In jail with-out bail
He's clev'r. But'll nev'r
Get out-No doubt!
Now guys, you try
To chuck this muck
Or verse (The worst)
In th'trash real fast
If not my tot
I bet you'll get
Very sick, real quick
Stay away okay?
From th' poem - Go home
Spend time-write a rhyme…
That means-something
Not th' words of nurds-
Go to bed airhead
Tomorrow you'll borrow
‘The Best of Guest'
Edgar A. they say
Wrote a bunch with punch!
Emerson's the one
I liked. You're right!
Get at it -fanatic
Grab a pen, it's in…
The study, my buddy
See ya later alligator
Come back at th' crack
Of dawn… I'll be gone
Are you sad? Too bad!
I gotta date-First rate!
Fine lass, got class
Outta here, my dear
I'll go-Real slow
So you can shoo
‘N catch up(catsup)buttercup
To the pickle, costs a nickel
Mustard I heard's
Even less. The best
Hot dogs & groundhogs
They went… were sent
Underground where they found
Some buns and tons
Of fries, large size
Let's eat the meat
Then bye! Small fry
I'm leavin'-You're greavin'
Don't cry-I'll try
‘N do better, I'm your debtor
See ya soon Baboon
But chao for now
I'm done-you've won
Adios, Carlos
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


c aaron

Out Of Gas
Friday, December 13, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: gasoline,humorous,nonsense
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written many years ago when I was motivated to write something humorous with this kind of meter and rhyme
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