There’s that thing floating out of the dark
The locals call it the land shark
It can smell blood from miles away
It’s the most vicious thing in this suburban bay
It hunts to kill
And rarely fits the bill
It floats on land but walks on water
Searching for the easiest slaughter
It doesn’t eat humans
It eats land
Smoking fat Cubans
And gobbling up sand
It doesn’t famine it feasts
It’s one of the biggest baddest beasts
Get in the way of his hungry bite
And be prepared to see the light
Once it gets its dinner
It’s back to its house
Call him a winner
And take off her blouse
The land shark is as happy as can be
He’s king of the suburban sea
Got no troubles
Just keeps blowin’ his bubbles
love the humor and the pacing in this poem. The end is also good- leaves the reader satisfied. try mixing up your rhyme schemes or not even rhyming at all to give your pieces some variety. but well done, I really like this one. keep pennin tom
ReplyDeleteIf John Lennon were still alive this poem would have inspired me to kill him.........just kidding, this was sick.
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