A Pair of Lighthearted Poems... That End with a Bang
"Noem" what I'm saying, huh, Stranger?
Before we get to the poems, check out my new official portrait. Pretty snazzy, huh?
And now the poetry…
What constitutes the meaning of stranger? How many times must you be near (six-feet or more of course! Can’t you read the floor signs?!) someone without communicating before that person is no longer a stranger?
The whole stranger/friend dynamic gave me an idea for a poem.
I decided to take a break from rhyme. It makes my heart rhythm climb. See? I can’t stop. I’m just a fop. I lack control… oh, I’m lucky not to be on the dole!
Anyway, friends, Romans, countrymen (and ladies!), enjoy this free verse offering…
I couldn’t resist the siren song of rhyming for this one…
Poem for Noem
Rules the Midwest with a sly, cunning smile
She has ambitions like a fierce yuppie
Bit fetching for a tax and spend-o-phile
A slick shark toying with a lil’ guppy
Stop, dear! Pet lovers you’ll never beguile
We’re fully conscious you shot that puppy!
THE END
And speaking of bloodshed, ClownWorld Shakespeare’s killing it on Instagram.
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Noem seems scary to me. . .and I'm not a puppy.