RE: Great Poetry
June 15, 2017 at 4:28 am
(This post was last modified: June 15, 2017 at 4:38 am by Mr.Obvious.)
Kiss the cook
A knight in white with a lid for a shield
and a steel spatula serving as a sword.
Regard his apron on the battlefield
as a cloak and his toque a helmet of sorts.
His blade chops and dices and cuts
all in his path for his maiden's love.
And slowly he gets covered in guts
though they're pumpkins' sure enough.
The metal in hand, where strength lies
should spread to his mind and in his head
yet the journey demands that he cries
when he faces an ominous onion threat.
And when at long last the quest is complete
and he has fulfilled all his princess' wishes
he still does not get the rest you think he'd need
for beyond lies an eternal realm of dishes.
A knight in white with a lid for a shield
and a steel spatula serving as a sword.
Regard his apron on the battlefield
as a cloak and his toque a helmet of sorts.
His blade chops and dices and cuts
all in his path for his maiden's love.
And slowly he gets covered in guts
though they're pumpkins' sure enough.
The metal in hand, where strength lies
should spread to his mind and in his head
yet the journey demands that he cries
when he faces an ominous onion threat.
And when at long last the quest is complete
and he has fulfilled all his princess' wishes
he still does not get the rest you think he'd need
for beyond lies an eternal realm of dishes.
"If we go down, we go down together!"
- Your mum, last night, suggesting 69.
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- Your mum, last night, suggesting 69.
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