NaPoWriMo 2017 Day Twenty Eight

DAY TWENTY EIGHT

THE RHYMES GET WORSE

Eating my way back into your life

Said Oversize Lisa Mabel

As she stuck the machete deep

Into the cheesecake on the table

The sands of time shifted sideways

And covered a multitude of sins

He was blind in the one eye

With telescopic vision in his shins

The asphalt stars are made from stone

The chewing gum scars the pavement clone

The cycle lanes stream like rivulets

With cyclists screaming down the phone

The rhymes get worse than Oscar’s ballad

So stick that in your chicken stew

Cucumber sandwiches all round

And another round or two too few

Bicyclettes and Penny Farthings

All the old bikes made for romancing

Like the ballroom in the tower

Roll on the happy hour dancing

Loving this the way it goes

Eating cake under her nose forever

The prison mentality

Sitting outside on the street together

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