Brenda Warren seems determined to make things ever more difficult for me to keep to my personal challenge of all words used in order and with rhyme. Now there is a double dose!
No angel, but some feathered jinx
That on this planet such shallow, hollow
Doctrines implanted with their stinks,
Expecting us to follow!
With a sigh, we decide to leave each cult to bleed or spin
Shamelessly into the news with their friends in sin;
Even a cat may laugh out loud at their fiction so deep,
While they sit polluting earth, yet to ‘yakult diet’ keep,
To lead, a clot is what they choose
For guiding them … but they will lose!
© February 2017 Colonialist
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Doctrines implanted with their stinks,
Expecting us to follow!
One does his own thing! To each his own. That is the right policy to follow!
Hank
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Stinks are, indeed, relative. A dog believes that rolling in a mixture of dead fish and excrement gives irresistible sex appeal.
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Now I wonder who that brings to mind? Congratulations on economic use of all words.
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One simply can’t imagine!
Thanks!
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Sounds like they’ve already lost! Nice one.
My first Whirl….
My second Whirl!
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Soon, I hope. And now to whirl in your direction …
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You sir, are a complete, and utter, masochist. I have no sympathy for you whatsoever!
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Well, if I got it to work it is worth the self-flagellation!
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