Rhymes in the spirit of 'Rhyme Week'.
Apathetic Stupids
And to what?
Seemingly no end
A needy friend
To chew on the left overs
On the legs of cobras
An over-dissonant choir of stupids
Whispering to their own personal cupids
Humming in tune
To the rambling loon
Who asks what it is
That makes us all need futons
A kick in the face
Or
A delightful taste
In your mouth
Or
Something sailing south
Without which we would
Settle sinister sequestrations
Without a doubt.
To Summarise
I creased my jaw
In thought
Of what it is
That makes this
So sumptuous
Voluptuous
Contemptuous
And downright silly
The Dangers of Religion
I winked at an old hag
She hit me with her handbag
I gave her religion, money, and love
And she slapped me with her glove
I severed both her lungs
And sung
In the devil's tongue
And then I was hung
Oh what fun.
A delightful taste
In your mouth
Or
Something sailing south
Without which we would
Settle sinister sequestrations
Without a doubt.
To Summarise
I creased my jaw
In thought
Of what it is
That makes this
So sumptuous
Voluptuous
Contemptuous
And downright silly
The Dangers of Religion
I winked at an old hag
She hit me with her handbag
I gave her religion, money, and love
And she slapped me with her glove
I severed both her lungs
And sung
In the devil's tongue
And then I was hung
Oh what fun.
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