Friday, January 2, 2009

Blind Review Friday

Blind Review Friday.

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This weeks submission comes from a Clevelandpoetics - The Blog reader.

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"You just objurgated me."
"What? What gated you?"
"You ass, you objurgated me."
"And what on earth would that be?
My sweet lime from Watakavi
What you just uttered cant be purely true.
Because if its English, you never have had a clue.
And a word this long, and jumbled I am afraid
has come out wrong or was never rightly said.
It seems you tried calling me an alligator
Or some kind vicious hater (more on that later)"

"Or did you say I purged you?
Well again, my smirks should tell you that is not true.
You are the one who calls influenza flu
and addressing me as gullible, call me goo"

"Your knowledge of the tongue sure has increased
In love you read a lot, as if reading diseased
I saw Hamlet and Henry on you thighs juxtaposed
the night before when you slept naked
both poeted and prosed"

"O my tangy tea from Watakavi
go to the language in which you are free
for the kings' tongue, it appears for you is not
You call pigeons 'bards' and generally mess up a lot"

"Take this not to be my reprimand or objurgation
mere babbling of a husband
in high pride and heightened elation"

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

this was great for a little chuckle :)


The poet doesn't invent. He listens. ~Jean Cocteau