09-22-2024, 06:20 AM
Inspired and ceded by What about (pigpenpoetry.com)
Ow-oo
Why get wound
around the axle, hound?
The sound you’ve found
and met with a bound
was my coming around
to the pound
of aches after I downed
many whiskeys and drowned
my sorrows. Unwound
I may be, and beclowned
you can see. This will not redound
to my credit, they said it:
best look underground
where sovereigns abound
for where bank rates compound
Jack, you’ve suffered
a wound
finely tuned
your limbs are all pruned
you’re washed up, marooned
in September, they crooned,
out of luck,
harvest mooned.
Ow-oo
Why get wound
around the axle, hound?
The sound you’ve found
and met with a bound
was my coming around
to the pound
of aches after I downed
many whiskeys and drowned
my sorrows. Unwound
I may be, and beclowned
you can see. This will not redound
to my credit, they said it:
best look underground
where sovereigns abound
for where bank rates compound
Jack, you’ve suffered
a wound
finely tuned
your limbs are all pruned
you’re washed up, marooned
in September, they crooned,
out of luck,
harvest mooned.
Non-practicing atheist


