I Once Lived A Very Eeyore-ian Life. Now I Am Tickled Pink At The Absurdity Of It All. The Contradictions

City lights,

so unique.

sidewalks,

mostly the same.

Six Word Story

Last one alive, closes the door.

I loved how the universe manifested itself as her. And for that brief moment in billions of years, I was there for it.

She has phases like the moon,

each wax and wane equally predictable.

I live by a lunar calendar.

I suck at rhymes but here it is...

I don't know when, but at a later date.

There won't be any more cookies to bake.

No love to make,

No earth to quake,

No hands to shake,

And no lives to take.

When that day comes, I hope to find.

A larger species of Clementine?

Or many more words without a rhyme?

Or climb-ier vines,

Or softer crimes,

Or smellier pines,

With straighter lines.

But until then it's up to you,

To find many more lines that rhyme with blue.

Find prettier views,

Find me lefty-er shoes,

And truer trues that speak just for vous.

Ah! But here I am taking all the

S P A C E,

And haven't left you a chance to grace,

This page with words you want to create.

Careful now it's not a race.

There isn't any first to place,

Only yummier taste,

Only bass-ier bass,

Only ever yourself,

No rules to place.

But before I do,

I realize-es,

I've gone and wrote this on

Electronic devices!

I hope this version

Lives to suffice-es!

Or will it be gone and sacrifices?!

I should have taken other advices!

Been nice-ier nices!

Tried creamier ices!

Tried dating girls with a little more spices!

😐🫴🏻🐉

Of number twos.

Some may not give a shit (or two).

Others may take a shit.

Me, I often have a shit,

when people sometimes lose their shit.

Pentameter Alexandrine

No one is beautiful,

Like she is beautiful.

My thoughts of her rise to the top,

like fizzy bubbles in my soda pop.

It just takes too much energy to keep you lit up little one. This is not sustainable, post renewable (Wait there's a poem here I think).