roamingaround

She Hast Returned From Her Wand'rings, Thus
(by roamy)

It seems I have failed you
with topics unused,
so these trifles, I hope,
will leave readers amused.

Is h8ted still single?
Oh no, surely not.
I've procured him a planet:
round, red, fiery hott.

And scat for my Queenie...
ah, heavenly vice.
But since she's in Australia,
the word must suffice.

What are toes without pants?
Please consider this koan.
While the latter is static,
the cheese stands alone.

Noiseslut offers me children
or bacon, it seems,
though I'm not brave enough
for such frightening themes.

Anastasia and Bleeding
remind me of Proust:
"cheap whiskey" is my "madeleine,"
flashbacks duly induced.

Though attempt it, I did,
Dick Army's fast food quickie
amounted to little more
than my fingers all sticky.

And last, but not least,
Cheech and his insulation
(why he chose such a subject
defies explanation):

"Not a creature was stirring
inside of the ceiling--
It was chock full of foam,
and devoid of all feeling."

There, my rhymey poem:
silly, as was expected.

Your roamy did her best
to write verse, as directed.