Al's Gal
I think by Jove I've done it
For I set out to find
A gal friend for the poet Al
Before he blows my mind
For it seems in every second poem
He moans and groans you know
About how much he 'd like one
That won 't cost too much dough
Cause Al .. now he stopped his driving
Up and down the interstate
Just to make more time for loving..
Oh lord... I hope it 's not to late
See I met her in the supermart
Looking purty as you please
And I couldn't help but notice
She had big old knobby knees
She had buck teeth and frizzy hair
And tata's out to there
But poor old Al 's so lonesome
Perhaps he just wont care
She sure wears some real strange purfume
Smells like beer and onion paste
She tried to steal a kiss from me
And Lord I got a taste
She round around the middle
But Als arms are long you see
And once he sees her for himself
I know that he' ll love me
I just know he 'll want to thank me
But that's what friends are for
Hey Al... why you got that baseball bat...
Someone tell me where's the door
A election in free verse. Defined as poetry
having so set syllable count. No rhyme scheme
no particular pentameter ...can be either
rhymed or not.
By jollynoblefrog
© 2012 jollynoblefrog
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