Disconjoined Rhymes :: jochrispenzerr :: Original Poetry

Disconjoined Rhymes

Roses are red, but so cliché.

Why not get bread instead today?

Violets are blue—oh so true!

Is there no end to what amuses you?

Cheese is yellow; that is a fact.

Moldy and stale, it sits on your rack.

The grass is green and your floors so clean!

And there’s the worst mess you’ve ever seen.

Such useless rhymes I’ve made,

but they were worth a try.

My words may fade,

but my imagination will never die.

And the stanzas are not related,

whether or not you feel elated.

You must feel constipated

from reading all these overrated

lines.

And here’s the end.

“End.”