Three corners to a square

Come and meet a smiling stranger
Down a highway of laughter
Ears ringing with surprises
No forced decisions
My favorite colour is blue she said
With a faraway look in her eye
And not only she knew what it meant
To look up and see the sky
Poor Oscar is Reading gaol
Did also like the blue
Of which he wrote in pathetic poem
An so I digress says the digressor
Who makes no apology
Except to the lady who brought the tea
And he accidentally dropped ash on her shoe
Give me a man says she and oh what a snob
Phew! could you bear it
One who reads books on etiquette
And binds her daughters in a prison of guilt
Craves for company does Uncle Jack
Never had enough so long as he can hold the floor
No audience is rewarding when they are chained
By conventions or good manners or even inertia
Grudges are like fertilizer
They keep on adding to the strength of the stem
Smiling never hurt anyone but smirking or grinning did
That drove Keith Ayling to murder would you believe?
She was only twenty six milk skinned and soft
Where are they going to put him safely
He cannot undo his wrath
He told his lawyer
Whom we hate because he was born with a silver spoon
Somewhere on his person
And the world turns beneath the sun again
We all make noises about the weather and whether and never
But still come back to the trough to eat the swill
Then curse the farmer who filled it

MacroCarper

Thats not poetry!
He said
With timbre in his voice
That crude street doggerel
Fails
I will not give it voice

I have a reputation
People need my claim
I’m on the side of tick a boo
I’ll ne’er give a damn

Dransfield was rejected
By the very best Ed crit
When writing to the Australian
For years and years to whit

So what! we”re not historians
I could’nt give a shit
Just learn to write like WE do
And then I may … just may
Give in a little bit