If I were a star I'd shine just for you If I were a blade of grass I'd hold your morning dew If I were at rainbow's end There a pot of gold would wait But you and I are no more Alas, it is too late My star no longer Shines for you Barren is the field Where grass once grew Nothing waits At the rainbow's end Not even the chance To call me friend Simona A. Brinson
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The frog is my nemesis I say that with grimace There is no other beast I loathe more than this And I would certainly never kiss A frog, NOT EVER! Not even if he were a prince I'd forgo the crown And my change to be queen I would rather get frostbite And lose a leg to gangrene Simona A. Brinson
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Now Bill is an unassuming dog. He plays with lizards and licks on frogs. The thing he likes to do for fun, Is lie on his back and bask in the sun. If one didn’t know better, they'd think he was dead And go grab a shovel from inside the shed. Now ole Bill doesn’t do much these days, Besides sleep and watch the cows graze. At night he retires to his cozy den And only comes out when that cackling hen, Who is without a cock Falls under the guise of the sly little fox. Simona A. Brinson
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The little red fox said to the hen, "Where are all the women and men?" The hen said, "They are off to the dance." The fox replied, "Well, this is my chance." "Your chance for what?" asked the hen without pause. The fox smiled as he unfurled his paws. He licked his lips and smacked his chops. But the hen didn’t notice cause she was clucking nonstop. The fox steadied himself to go in for the kill And then jumped right into the mouth of Bill. That ole hound had come out from his den, To save the life of that unwitting hen. Simona A. Brinson
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How many words Can I rhyme with orange Well Paul preached In the city of Corinth I am not Goldilocks I do not like porridge I am not a nurse No Nightingale, Florence I would wrestle a bear If I could muscle up the courage I have a dear friend named Lauren Laurence And a nephew named Mehki Warren Last night I woke myself With heavy snorin' I live in an RV Without much storage I've never shot heroine In my arm with a syringe For the practice of slavery I have complete abhorrence I didn’t find this challenge Completely borin' How many words can You rhyme with orange Simona A. Brinson
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What am I gonna Write about today My mind is a wreck In complete melee This thought says that That thought says this A mind in chaos At the same time bliss Its everything And nothing at all It's as heavy As a medicine ball It is full And it's empty Not it's thinking of Patrick Dempsey McDreamy McSteamy And all their anatomy I must confess I blush with modesty I still have no idea What I am going to write So, I'll lay down my pen And call it a night Simona A. Brinson
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I have walked amid giants And dwelled among trolls I have counted their fingers And smelled their toes I have heard their laughter And wiped their tears I have done my best To calm their fears You see, it is man alone That they fear most Not goblins or ghouls Nor Blackbeard's ghost Because man is the killer Of all perceived beasts For God's sake will kill apes Just for their hands and feet So, it is understandable why They choose to hide from the light And find pleasure In the cover of night What I wish I could get you to comprehend Is they are just like us Women and men With desires and dreams Of fanciful things They like to play Especially on swings They have children Who go to school They are pacifists So, there's never a duel They are kind and considerate And unselfish at heart When they eat beans They toot and they fart They are storytellers About the days of old When giants and men And even trolls Broke bread together In merriment and peace In a time when There were no perceived beasts Only fellow companions In an unblemished world Where friendship was more prized Than rubies and pearls Simona A. Brinson
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In the quiet of night When her mind is at rest During this time Is the real test Will her mind wander To life's most beautiful things Will rainbows and kittens Fill her dreams Will her dreams be Full of love and laughter And the most precious Happily-ever-after Or will that demon Creep into her soul And lead her down The devil's hole Where yesterday's memories Are plagued by the horror Of his barbaric savagery And blackened aura Simona A. Brinson
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She looked into his eyes And much to her surprise She saw every lie He never spoke All of her will, it took Though she trembled and shook, To release her hand from the crook Of his neck as he choked Simona A. Brinson
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There's this crazy cat lady Who lives down the street If you look closely She has paws for feet She has many cats Too numerous to count They need spay and neutering The matter is paramount You see cats over here And cats over there Cats on the roof And kittens every where And I probably shouldn’t mention But the odor is quite strenuous I'd offer to help But my constitution is tenuous Simona A. Brinson
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