Hi! Its me again. I've decided to try and do a little series based on Monty Python. I don't think this is as cute (or morbid) as my last poem, but tell me what you think. The story of Patsy's horse.
Journey of a Coconut. Or Two.
Plucked from wavering plumes
Lifted to wavering heights,
Plummeting over oceans,
Traveling in sporadic flights.
Not one but two hairy nuts.
Wild coconuts in the air,
Climbing to new heights.
Searching for the strange and rare,
Hanging from beaks and talons,
Without a wing-flap to spare.
If tropical food could speak,
They would curse, "Dang
From the Caribbean heat we wanted
To chill, but now we hang!"
Over democratic peasants,
And Camelot so tall,
They stopped at Castle Anthrax
And survived a bunny so small.
But Patsy scared them witless
And they began to fall.
They land in English Forests,
After journeying across the sea,
After being carried by swallows,
Numbering not one, not two, but three!
Any suggestions on the next poem? The professor? Castle Anthrax? The democratic peasant? The dead collector? The knights who say Ni? The shrubbery guy? "I'm not dead yet!" . . . "It's only a flesh wound!" Vote!
Hurlekain: Thanks:sniff: You gave me the greatest praise!
Lady Croww: Awesome. Glad to brighten your day. Anything for a laugh. lol
Cambion: My first ever flame. Wohoo! Ahem. So . . care to expand upon that and explain why you think so and how I can improve?
Alex Hemming: Hehehe! It was really fun to write too. It was midnight and was fueled up on caffeine and avoiding my homework.
Thank you all who are reading this. Will you do me another favor? Reviewplease? It doesn't take long, just tell me what you think. I don't bite! Promise.
