Free verse № 33355
Just clubbing fur seals
She's the rash inside your old suit
A chimney clogged with clear soot -
The hooded oriflammed Inuit
That wished to be more then some burgomaster.
She was birthed in a see through igloo
But her lips could never just be blue -
For she controls your new and improved flue
With a hymen dyed hot pink remote device.
Now i bet you're thinking, "it's me"
While my squire head shoots your palfrey -
She's spreading dialectic facts from upstream
To escape a life of selling funky isinglass.
Behold, your very own gated south pole
A well melted and trendy ecumenical -
Because you wished to be their next great staple
As the saturated produce choked everyone's spine.
Just remember this old stuffed shad omen
From a drunk and tilting catechumen -
The truth is not some miracle vitamin
That you can purchase with a free suitcase from the Sears
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just go on and change this to free verse, and leave it be. there's a few picayunes, but i'll get back to you on those.
ta.
Oh, and by the way -
This aint Vilanelle!
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