Treasure Island

His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali III

(Reborn daily / America)

Number 13

His Homeynence (troubled by the recent breakdown in the Peace Talks) proclaims:

All parties need to grow up
Before you make me throw up
This juvenile blow up
Elevates my woe up

'Mama he called me names
Mama she just plays games
Mama I'm bad, he claims
Mama I'm sorry I came'

Drive away the talent
Behave less than gallant
Soon they'll be space to rent
Man's distress—we make no dent

Retire vicious cuts
No ifs, ands, or buts
No shots in the nuts
Have you got the guts?

Submitted: Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Edited: Tuesday, May 04, 2010

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  • His Homeynence Sir Peckerwood Ali (4/12/2005 5:40:00 AM)

    His Homeynence is pleased to be noticed by such a talent as yourself Mr. Nehrlich. Tell me is it sheep you prefer over all? His Homeynence thinks sheep are good for producing wool but unfortunately inclined to have same pulled over their eyes.


    P.S. you do have talent...use it appropriately...Peace out (Report) Reply

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (4/12/2005 4:27:00 AM)

    There once was a gaggle of geese
    they would stand up and flash their stained teeth
    but their stark halitosis
    and genetic phimosis
    was a hindrance to sought- after peace.

    They were hardly what one would call clever
    though they tried to backstab and to sever
    their opponents' brave heart
    but one needs to be smart
    to succeed in this world, they would never

    have the wits or the guts to be winners
    it is one thing that is not for sinners
    couldn't spell their own name
    and were looked on with shame
    as they'd lost the whole war 'gainst the grinners.

    You might ask how a gaggle of geese
    would behave like some rats seeking cheese
    well the answer my friend
    it is blown in the wind
    like the legend of oldentimes fleece.

    Well, what does your Homeynence think of my animal poem?
    It was the great Poet Chris who stated that he much prefers animals over people. I am inclined to agree with him.
    Best wishes
    H (Report) Reply

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