Doggerel In Rhyme

On a night like this, under a moonless sky,  when  nothing seems to be going right with your head and overhead, and writer's block is at its worst, I don't want to be trapped into a useless inactivity.  There's a drizzle, and some words popped out of my head regardless.  I hope you're able to make sense of what I wrote.

 

Poetry of fake meter,

lacklustre sepulcher.

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A verse rhymed in pain,

it elicits tears as rain.

 

I greet, you fair sonnets,

eyeballs caught in nets.

 

Let's shake in laughter,

let's weep thereafter.

 

Cook me a dire spell,

come sink into a well.

 

A song I dream of you,

Sing I you tender blue.

 

In wine I tell you truth,

swines girdle my youth.

 

By luck, my serendipity,

here am I in stupidity.

 

Speak you in bald Greek,

kiss me, computer geek.

 

Leave me a mark a kiss,

on my groin, a near miss.

 

In verse I'm a scoundrel,

rhymed is my doggerel.:-)

 

June 23, 2012

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