HEAD RUSH
I have a craggy face,Even my tongue.
Has no taste,
With a crankie soul.
A button down mouth,
With a nose that would,
Put Durante to shame.
With a head screwed up,
An escalator for a brain.
My train of thoughts,
Has taken the bus.
My double chin wrinkled and
old, Looks covered in mould.
I have more hairs up my nose.
Then on my flat head.
My ears would put,
Dumbo to shame.
My nose whistles like a
Gun fight at the alamo,
Better stand clear,
When it needs a blow.
As for my chattering teeth,
I only wind them, When
It's time to eat.
My brain has a dimmer switch,
A crooked smile wrinkled skin.
With eyes that constantly twitch,
A wart on the end of my nose,
And with all that she still says,
She loves me so.
They say love is blind,
So off to the opticians we go.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-01-17 at 01:39
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