Away stinky pee!
JB, please leave me
And my family!
Nothing is for free —
Not even from me!
Get up from your knee
Stop your begging plea
There’s no guarantee
Business bourgeoisie
Run far away – flee!
New divorcé tee
Lied to us crazed glee!
Per cousins agree
‘Orge’ mother — banshee
Momma’s little flea
To get rich quick snob
By troublesome hob
A middle ground blob
Low interest rob
Vile profits of glob
Get a real job
Or your license, SOB!
Living at home slob!
Pay your mother, gob!
Don’t mess with the mob.
Another pathetic poem of five, five-lined stanzas with five syllables in monorhyme.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…