Monday, January 14, 2008
Six Days Of Hoe-etry. One Night Of Poetry.
as above, so below-etry
it must be hell reading my heavenly poetry
you've been bad so I spank your po-po-etry
give you a time-out for writing oh-no-etry
your rhymes are john doe-etry, I just tagged your toe-etry
dumped in an unmarked grave by my poetry
you ate the yellow snow-etry
Major Tetley in the incident at Ox-Bow-etry
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello-etry
I'm John, Paul and George, you're just Ringo-etry
check your pants, you've got camel-toe-etry
plus they're stained bright red from your heavy flow-etry
your gun won't shoot, you're out of ammo-etry
your ass got capped by my poetry
you're stuck in reverse; I've got the Big Mo'-etry
your rhymes die on the vine; I eat Miracle-Gro-etry
Got no proof your rhyme balance is sufficient; now you’re in escrow-etry*
your lines are so straight; I pick my afro-etry
I’ve read your work, it don’t suck, it blow-etry
You can't keep up; I think you might be slow-etry
I win; this is my place; you don’t even show-etry
how 'bout a little fire, scarecrow-etry?
I’m smooth like butter; you spread cheap oleo-etry
people love my lines, they say “wherefore art thou, Romeo-etry?”
I’m afraid I drifted off reading your clichéd old status-quo-etry
did my couplets burn you badly? Rub on some fresh aloe-etry
you guzzle Welch’s grape juice while I’m sipping Moet-try
Moe fingers in the eyes of your sub-Shemp Curly Joe-etry
try some Irish Spring, you stink, I think you’ve got severe B.O.-etry
I read you then throw up, just like when I drink cocoa-etry
I climb a tree and take a pee on your so-so-etry
jiggle the handle; you just got flushed by my poetry
you're amateur hour; make way for some pro-etry
I’ll put you in the doghouse with my Hi-Pro Glow-etry
I'm storming the beach at Anzio-etry
while you eat whale blubber in Oslo-etry
you plead "Don't tase me, bro-etry!"
too late--you got shocked--by my poetry!
*thanks to Dave for the clarification
it must be hell reading my heavenly poetry
you've been bad so I spank your po-po-etry
give you a time-out for writing oh-no-etry
your rhymes are john doe-etry, I just tagged your toe-etry
dumped in an unmarked grave by my poetry
you ate the yellow snow-etry
Major Tetley in the incident at Ox-Bow-etry
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello-etry
I'm John, Paul and George, you're just Ringo-etry
check your pants, you've got camel-toe-etry
plus they're stained bright red from your heavy flow-etry
your gun won't shoot, you're out of ammo-etry
your ass got capped by my poetry
you're stuck in reverse; I've got the Big Mo'-etry
your rhymes die on the vine; I eat Miracle-Gro-etry
Got no proof your rhyme balance is sufficient; now you’re in escrow-etry*
your lines are so straight; I pick my afro-etry
I’ve read your work, it don’t suck, it blow-etry
You can't keep up; I think you might be slow-etry
I win; this is my place; you don’t even show-etry
how 'bout a little fire, scarecrow-etry?
I’m smooth like butter; you spread cheap oleo-etry
people love my lines, they say “wherefore art thou, Romeo-etry?”
I’m afraid I drifted off reading your clichéd old status-quo-etry
did my couplets burn you badly? Rub on some fresh aloe-etry
you guzzle Welch’s grape juice while I’m sipping Moet-try
Moe fingers in the eyes of your sub-Shemp Curly Joe-etry
try some Irish Spring, you stink, I think you’ve got severe B.O.-etry
I read you then throw up, just like when I drink cocoa-etry
I climb a tree and take a pee on your so-so-etry
jiggle the handle; you just got flushed by my poetry
you're amateur hour; make way for some pro-etry
I’ll put you in the doghouse with my Hi-Pro Glow-etry
I'm storming the beach at Anzio-etry
while you eat whale blubber in Oslo-etry
you plead "Don't tase me, bro-etry!"
too late--you got shocked--by my poetry!
*thanks to Dave for the clarification
# posted by Cole Moore Odell @ 1/14/2008 
