Free Verse Fridays

Blorpus: A funny little poem

The Blorpus of Porpoise

Of course is a corpus that

Fills us with purpose

Describing the forces of

Insurmountable benign

The furnaces of fragrances

Where the Cherubim bakes

Raisin cakes and graces them

With unscrupulous design

Where freckled white ponies

Eat dandelions and peonies

Deigned to frain on a one way train

To places of unimaginable refine

Where McHuck and McGhee

Two mighty smithers of Slee

Furnish the ingots of rhine

To unwavering crowds of decline

In bright woolen meadows

That handsome young fellows

Chase cool dreams that bellow

Their heartwarming thoughts of affine

In sleepy glass hollows

That all of tomorrow’s woes

Brilliantly cascade to wades

Of scoreless woe-eating bovine

Please keep to your steep

Of unmerited bleep where

Angels doth creep to take

Over such ridiculous rhymes

And to a pen book sitting

Here in the nook of the palm

Where words swan like

Flocks of prawns on coal hot lawns

And imagination can be pawned for such

Words that flow forth like wine