Rhymes

And the rhyme says,
all the long haired rhyming people, must go,
so I put on a short wig,
and went in to ask why.
I'm a fine young rhymer,
please let me show.
Took off my wig,
and asked him to give me a try.
Rhymes, rhymes, everywhere rhymes,
filling up the pages,
blowing all your minds.
And the rhyme says,
anyone caught not rhyming,
will be shot on sight,
I jumped the fence and gave a yell,
hey, I know how to rhyme right.
Non rhymers won't let mother nature in,
they say not to rhyme is considered a sin.
Rhymes, rhymes, everywhere rhymes,
filling up the pages,
blowing all your minds.
Hey man mister, can you read,
my rhymes are all that you'll ever need.
Must have a paper and pen to rhyme,
watch me write as I enter my prime.
I don't need a membership card,
my rhymes will keep you on guard.
And the rhyme says,
everyone down here is welcome to stay,
but when Lucifer passed the plate,
I had no money to pay.
So I got my own pen and paper,
and made up my own little rhyme,
So I decided to sell my soul,
the Devil will make me feel fine.
Rhymes, rhymes, everywhere rhymes,
filling up the pages,
blowing all your minds.
Sorry for you, but I'm out of time,
do this, do that, cant you read the rhyme.

Spring

It's a beautiful Spring day,
soaking feet in the bay.
Flowers blooming as I speak,
the stems are no longer weak.
Slight breeze from the west,
not a reason, to even be dressed.
All the leaves turning green,
it sure is quite the scene.
Birds chirping so quietly,
Winter ended so violently.
Baseball season about to begin,
every team had a chance to win.
Ah, the smell of freshly mowed grass,
making lemonade, pour me a glass.
Feel the love that's in the air,
Spring and Summer make quite the pair.
Everyday the temperature is rising,
the sun so beautifully shining.
Children playing in the streets,
no need for any heavy sheets,
Windows open, feel the breeze,
the pollen makes me wanna sneeze.
Go outside and pull some weeds,
how I love planting garden seeds.
Feel the air as it begins to warm,
viewing life as it will transform.
Nothing like the perfect Spring day,
sitting on the back porch, with noting to say.

Two Words

Wolves howl
cats meow
people prowl.
Cigarette smoke
Facebook poke
me broke.
Blonde hair
blank stare
better beware.
Phone rings,
bee stings
needless things.
Darkened rooms
evil looms
life zooms.
Authors write
feeling light
future bright.
Forget past
never last
happens fast.
Bloods red,
damaged head
you're dead.

Hairy Woman

Begging and pleading,
and wanting more,
her body is all I adore.
Hair down to her knees,
me asking pretty please.
Kissing her head to toe,
her hair will always grow.
Her body, I love to massage,
it deserves an entourage.
Lips so red and juicy,
me just a local groupie.
Eyes are a perfect blue,
I'm sticky, just like glue.
Running my fingers, through hair,
takes over an hour,
how the hell, does she even shower.
More hair than cousin It,
I wipe your *** when you ****.
Don't shave legs or arm pits,
hair even grows from her ****.
Need a **** whacker for that bush,
it's me around, you like to push.
How I love her hairy ***,
you hold the title for passing gas.
Dandruff, you have plenty of,
but yet, I'm still in love.
Prettiest face you'll ever see,
in her hair is plenty of old ***.
Big Foot is alive and white,
she's so big, she blocks the light.
It's all good, I don't care,
she's so hot, this I swear.
When I go out, she must stay home,
must brush her hair, can't use a comb.
When she leaves the house, people laugh,
her neck is the size of a giant giraffe.
The *** drives me so wild,
she's a left over 60's flower child.
Not even sure if she is human,
how I love my hairy woman.

You and I

I have love, you have hate,
I love ice, you have skate.
I have pen, you have paper,
I have Keystone, you have Kaper.
I have base, you have ball,
I have Peter and Mary, you have Paul.
I have air, you have plane,
I have snow, you have rain.
I have car, you have keys,
may I borrow them please.
You have picture, I have frame,
you have guilt, I have shame.
You have Donkey, I have Kong,
you have ****, I have ****.
You have Garfunkel, I have Simon,
you have words, I have rhyming.
You have tv, I have remote,
You have Billy, I have goat.
You have me, I have you,
our love is tried and true.
We have everything, we have need,
we have flower, we have seed.
We have continuity, we have chemistry,
we have fate, we have destiny.
We have ***, we have cuddles,
we have bed, we have puddles.
We have money, we have none,
we have laughter, we have fun.
We have air, we have condition,
together we have a mission,
I have cigarette, you have lighter,
I have future, you have brighter.
I have ceiling, you have fan,
I have floor, you have plan.
I have gun, you have hole,
always hated that ******* mole.

LE/DC

There's a lady we all know,
her ****, she loves to show.
She's buying the highway to heaven,
she only has a money account of seven.
Living hard, living tough,
loves *** that is rough.
Ain't nowhere she'd rather be,
she's living to be set free.
There's a note on the wall,
it's for her name to call.
In a bush by the swamp,
that's where she loves to romp.
She has no rhyme or reasons,
cause you know words have four meanings.
She's now on the stairway to hell,
she didn't fall, she fell.
No red lights, no school zone,
just a giant hole surrounded by stone.
A weird feeling she gets,
when she looks to the south,
no longer can she use her juicy mouth.
Ooh, it makes her wonder,
ooh, it makes her really ponder.
Nothing will slow her down,
her ******* have turned brown.
The devil's calling her to join him,
she starts singing her favorite hymn.
She could't afford the highway to heaven,
she barely had enough for a Slurpie from 7-11.
And as she zooms down the stairway road,
slow motion she wishes was her mode.
She's on the stairway to hell,
her soul she had to sell.
She's on the stairway to hell,
no stopping at that famous California hotel.

On Schedule

Went through the tunnel, to find the light,
wore sunglasses, future was so bright.
Things sure are going my way,
on schedule with no delay.
Everyone gave me a smile,
that only happens, once in awhile.
Nothing today is gonna go wrong,
on the radio is my favorite song.
Around me the world will revolve,
not a problem, I can't solve.
I know the answer to your question,
just using the power of suggestion.
I sure feel like a winner,
even had my favorite dinner.
Squeezing by every road block,
on schedule according to my clock.
Knowing soon I'll crash and burn,
up ahead will be a wrong turn.
That's when ecstasy becomes reality,
part of my unusual mentality.
Can only be so high, for so long,
I just have to play along.
Feeling like a gutter ball bowler,
on schedule is my bi-polar.
Setting in is a dark depression,
these episodes happen in succession.
Afraid to leave the house,
feeling lower that a baby mouse.
Then again I see that shinning light,
on schedule is again becomes bright.