One day at a pie shop,
I met a man selling cakes,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some heartbreaks.
"Got any heartbreaks?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No heartbreaks here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely bricks,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some shikse."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally cute,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call acute,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit beautiful.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty dutiful.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the pie shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."
So to Camden Market I decided to go,
In search of the heartbreaks I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather beautiful
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all dutiful.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some heartbreaks!"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Incoherent Poetry
PoesíaPoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective that a new tone, genre, or coherency (some semblance of sense at all) can be made from throwing different ideas together in a bizarre gathering of words.
