(after hearing an excerpt of a 60 Minutes interview with rapper Eminem, who explains to Anderson Cooper how one might find rhymes for "orange")

Flash, and the Plumes Crack



Poor Grinch
on a store-binge?
Paramours flinch.
I deplore this!




Forage for gorgeous
worn stitch. How my
sore itch warrants
a sweet glitch. Treat

this seat-twitch
on a neat cinch.



Couch a park bench,
stark wretch, make

my bright eyes dazed
by your brave plays,
throw some quaint shade
with your side-gaze.




Wreak a slow beat
with your crow-shriek,
dig it snow-deep,
don't you blow heat!




After he blathers
his twisted palaver
with Mr Mathers,
Sir George Smith,

former skinflint,
normal forger
of the split mint,
stores horrid porridge

in a Kenmore fridge
by the thorned hedge.




Make a sandwich
where the bones wedge

at the cliff's edge
as the stiffs rest,
pull a roped bell,
toll the hope-knell

(no, it's not swell,
you won't cope well),
tell a dope spell
for the cold dead.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-08-17 at 08:10

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This is dope.

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
If Eminem while eating M&Ms,
Had read my poetry.
He would have found haliborange,
Rhymes with orange.
Enjoying your rhymes,
Regards Alan.