I, El Desdichado, Lord & Master of ConnectHook
DEMAND recognition as The Most Boring Poetry Blogger.
You’ll never touch me so don’t even TRY.
Don’t even bother dipping your quill again,
you mere drip on the mildewed scroll of antediluvian parchment,
you cuneiform Cunégonde, you proto-Canaanite pottery fragment,
you keyboarding clown-failure and archeological relic
unworthy of preservation in a third-rate underfunded Albanian museum…
I, and I alone, dragged myself up from the protoplasmic slime to BORE you.
I transitioned from amphibian to anthropoid before your mama even MET the postman.
I stood upright upon the bloody battleground of evolutionary struggle
and SELECTED MYSELF (naturally).
Now pass that banana right here.
Ha. You certainly met the prompt!!!
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Actually wrote it back a few years . . . glad you like it.
I need to work myself into a fit to write one fresh for today ha ha ha
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Perhaps better that you don’t. Enough to move us to rant in this world without forcing it upon ourselves.
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Problem is I LOVE ranting. One of the few things I do well and never get to let it out.
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So here’s your chance.
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I would certainly give you the banana! :)
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Ninapenda ndizi saana.
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Nitakutumia mkungu mzima!
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