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Warning: Poet Crossing
by Maria FrancescaDon't piss off the poet
Don't pester her right now
Dont' piss off the poet
She's madder than a cow
She's irratic and hormonal
She's a fright on days like these
Don't piss off the poet
or she'll kick you in the knees
Don't piss off the poet
She's wordy and intense
Don't piss off the poet
It just makes no earthly sense
She'll irk you with her irony
She'll riddle you with rhyme
Don't piss off the poet
She just hasn't got the time
Don't piss off the poet
She is mentally unstable
Don't piss off the poet
Best to leave if you're still able
There's a dictionary in her hand
A glint is in her eye
Don't piss off the poet
or you'll make the poet cry
Don't piss off the poet
in the current mood she's in
Don't piss off the poet
for her sanity's worn thin
and murder's on her mind right now
Cheap liquor's on her breath
Don't piss off the poet
or she'll poem you to death 10/10/2005 Posted on 02/26/2007
Copyright © 2025 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 02/26/07 at 10:55 AM HA! Good one, Maria. There's nothing worse than a hormonal poet. ;) Being poemed to death sounds like a very painful way to go. |
| Posted by Michael Anthony on 02/27/07 at 01:47 AM cheap liquor, insanity, and a dictionary, can there be a more lethal combination?
no.
nicely done |
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