to tosh in times of blight. As for you, don't
forget to email me with comments.
We read Blake’s a yokel.
(Lord knows
he’s a hick --
tho' able to author
“O Rose thou
art sick.”)
I’d proffer you
quatrains --
composed
with a Bic --
which
incorporate William’s
“O Rose thou
art sick.”
Pound -- on occasion --
arose (he
was quick)
to remark,
as did William:
“O Rose thou
art sick.”
You can
pick your poison.
Your nose
you can pick.
You can’t
pick your parents.
O Rose thou
art sick.
“Ahoy!” holler'd Ahab.
“Thar blows
Moby Dick.”
All perish'd save one.
O Rose thou
art sick.
Which bishop
grabb'd hold of
his crozier
(his stick)
and attack'd three agnostics…?
O Rose thou
art sick.
The mouse
targets Krazy
and throws a
large brick,
having never
consider'd
“O Rose thou
art sick.”
The Disney flick “Dumbo”
shows crows
doing schtick.
I fear Walt’s
a racist.
O Rose thou
art sick.
That guy is
Keith Richards.
Keith poses
with Mick.
Stones...? No
longer vital.
O Rose thou
art sick.
There’s short
shrift for amateurs.
Pros get
their pick
of sneaker endorsements.
O Rose thou
art sick.
Which are
smaller…? His hands…
or his
nose…or his dick…?
‘Fraid the
POTUS won’t own up.
O Rose thou
art sick...
...art awfully, dreadfully,
terribly, recklessly,
rudely, psychotic'lly,
wildly, unstably...
...maniacally, rabidly,
shamefully, wickedly,
brutally, viciously
big-leaguely sick.
rudely, psychotic'lly,
wildly, unstably...
...maniacally, rabidly,
shamefully, wickedly,
brutally, viciously
big-leaguely sick.
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