FredPeyer

A Different Kind of Poem

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