If ever your write,
A poem so grand
And can't find a word
To rhyme farband
Just make up a word,
To end the stanza
People think you're good
When really, you're blandza.
Just like last week
When I ate a large bagel
It had lots of cream cheese
but tasted like crabel.
I told me wife,
that she cooks the best
I couldn't have asked
For a better spousest.
If you even come across
A void to do nothing
Just write a poem or two
And end with rhymes, pardothing.
Making up words only works if you OWN them. Blandza is like a fat child, reaching for an ice cream treat which they covet, only to see the scoops fall from the cone, into the dirt of their own shame.
ReplyDeleteRhyme with REAL words, okay? Kindergarden is THAT way. You can't see it, but I'm pointing elsewhere, a long way away. F minus minus MINUS.