April 21st, 2014

  • roybot

The Ballad of Dallas Swonger

his pants were made of cumulus
his rhymes were voluminous
polyrhythm dactylpencil
hexhammiter ruinin' us

the ultimate in thyme
cotton sweater lemon-lime
tweed pants twill the sun go down
cisterns on your dime

he said:

"i peed on the fucking wall!
how many times do i have to tell you all?
birds die in there all the time
you've galled me into this fucking rhyme"

but the county water man wouldn't play ball,
insisting that,
in this teacup,
there would be a squall.

so though his pants may be cumulus,
and his rhymes are voluminous,
the press continues to call.

heed this warning so,
before thy let it flow.
urination under one god,
so don't do it anywhere he wouldn't want you to.

now be a good lad and fetch me another one

Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker