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My Tomahawk goes up, UP, AND AWAY! (Villanelle) by Jeremi B. Handrinos

Bugs Bunny really loved Elmer Fudd. And after sex came the question. "Were there chemicals in your SCUD?" Can you guess my favorite soap sud? Yep, Mr. Bubbles is germ prevention. Bugs Bunny scrubbed after Elmer Fudd. I clicked on the war, and smoked some bud. Praying for a doritos manifestation. I then pondered sex with Ashley Judd. "Were there chemicals in your SCUD?" That line was late due to masturbation. No one really ever liked Elmer Fudd. With a stupid laugh, he was no stud. A stoned artist's twisted creation. "Were there chemicals in his SCUD?" Cucumbers on my eyes, I call for more mud. But my wait-staff are all in detention. I pray what's in my mouth just isn't cud. "Were there chemicals in your SCUD?"

Jeremi B. Handrinos 21-Mar-03/7:55 AM
I have a compendium of quite a few poems. Over a thousand, Actually. I have been writing since I was a very young man. In the beginning, it was about perfect sentences, grammar, spelling, punctuation, and structure. Now, it's about bagging the chicks, brewsky, and not falling on sharp objects at three in the morning. After all's said and done though, most would find the majority of my work to be excruciatingly serious and dramaticaly scientific and theoretical, and that's why I like to break away as often as I can to name drop and be a pop sop, but mostly just to fucking laugh and relax. That, my friend, is all folks. My way of taking mental vacations at the surf and spa

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