03 June 2010

 

cont 2

He lives amidst the jungle dark,
Where snakes and tigers menace,
But not a single one of them's
A match for old KeesKennis.

So Eli wrote

Go and read the whole lot.
And see that.

A Afrikaan hick and a Yew tjie, from the USA can talk to each other.

It is a simple system of respect.
That particular Yew Boy of course stretches that system, big time.

"I suck at TENNIS"
What the F*ck is Tennis?

And I reply.

ALL WITHIN THE RULES OF THE CONTEST:
We go to a real artist to tell us about Eli

Biological Reflection - By Ogden nash
A girl whose cheeks are covered with paint
Has an advantage with me over one whose ain't

And keesie:

In The darkest of Atlanta
Live's Eli, who is a Dada
Who loves his girl
Who has a frill
A tiger in Atlanta
Gotta scare the pants of any papa
But Eli will not say Tata
To his girls in Atlanta
As the Tiger will not say "oy"





Comments:
My head isn't wired for poetry, but never let incompetence stand in the way of effort:

Nobody said it was easy,
writing a poem for Keesie.
My brain's just not wired
My mind's kind of tired,
And I don't want to post something sleezy.

MC
 
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