NaPoWriMo #24: find a phrase
April 24, 2010A wee bit of drammie
Dropped in my Irish beer stein.
Hooligans practice shenanigans
As the sunrises and moonshines.
Hillbillies take the moonshine,
And put the bottle in front of me.
Like liquid fire in the whole shebang,
For the frontal lobotomy.
A mad scientist tries to break the ice
Before going on the warpath
Jesus H. Christ had a whale of a chance
But didn’t get the last laugh.
The laughing hyena full of vim and vigger
Laughed where the sun don’t shine.
Politics makes strange bedfellows
And a stitch in time saves nine.
We go to the dogs when pigs fly
And the cow jumps over the moon,
It’s as easy as pie when we bought the farm
And we write crazy as a loon.
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Mark,
You sound like my mom. Yikes! Great poem!
Pamela
Deliciously inconsequential and a clever blend of Irish and American.
Sound as a pound by my reckoning.
mad as a hatter
Brilliant Mark, you have a train of those phrases …
Awesome use of tons of phrases! Great work.
Thanks, Pamela. Now don’t forget to come home before midnight, dearie
~Mark
Thanks, Vivienne. I’m glad you have a mindful palette that appreciates the deliciously inconsequential. Looking forward to the next prompt on the menu.
~Mark
Thanks, Stan. I was trying to put a liter in the meter.
~Mark
Thanks, Dan. Putting the fun-age in the ton-age.
~Mark
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