Tried something new.
Every third line rhymes with the same sound,
all throughout the poem, but each word
has to be different.
Went to the shack
Our local watering hole
Looking for a fight
Hoping some locals
Would make fun of me
Just because I’m white
Sat at the bar
Ordered a beer
Sitting on my right
Not a bad looking girl
Nursing something green
Probably was there all night
Sitting on my left
Talking to his drink
A guy of average height
Thought he looked
Just a little drunk
When he ordered another Sprite
Nobody even looked at me
No wonder with the light
In the bar not being very bright
I tried to stir up trouble
Yelling at a complete stranger
“Why don’t you fly a kite!”
He turned around
Looked hard at me
Giving me quite the fright
I offered him
Some free drink
And everything was allright
The girl behind the bar
Décolleté and mini skirt
She was quite a sight
Tried to pick her up
The timing was really bad
She was off only past midnight
So I went back home
Couldn’t sleep
Went to have a bite
Finally in bed
Still couldn’t sleep
Pulled the covers real tight