O my gawd I’m about to come…
…to the conclusion that breaking lines is not necessary
But rather a misleading prompt to deflect
And though minds are invited imaginations can vary
be wary…
Of how a verse can have the worse vernacular defect
Sometimes
it looks like a diarrhea of uncontrollable onomatopoeias
(eww)
It feels like loose vowels are all over the page left unchecked
-a-
But I, I have the need to expel these wild and wacky ideas
It looks messy…
…with lots of rhyme and no reason to direct
There is no rigid structure or solid proper form here to gild…
…or adorn…
Other than just the ornery corny porny puns spun to build…
…or erect…
But these ellipses may just be getting way too out of hand…
…I feel the scorn…
From classical scholars when they may holler at such insolence…
…or disrespect…
I like me a poem with word play and alliteration in abundance
Full of insinuations…
….and innuendo to ambiguously project
Like a shapely dreamy wet silhouette with a fat assonance
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in intrigue and theatre so that my dear reader won’t object
All this was…
…was an exercise in laughs and gaffes with poetic faux pas
Needless gaps may make for some bad grammar it doesn’t add to the intellect
I may have been drawing at straws simply because I like to pause…
…looking for some of that erratic but dramatic effect
