The Nonsensical Brain of an Evil MastermindA Poem by J. P. WickwireRandom, just as the title suggests. And dumb. Not at all what I usually write but, oh well :D
Hello! Peace now my good friend,
Have you been to Paris?
No? Well, neither have I
Though I hear the wheel is a ferris.
I took the guitar from it’s rack
Strung it up a bit,
Hung it out to dry
And then a candle became lit.
It’s flame a-flickered in the wind
Over the dusty sea--
It burnt the tail of a sea-gull bird
And licked the wings of a bee.
The cactus tree sent forth a bloom
The clouds like puffs of smoke
A hobbit hobbling in a scooter--
What an amiable bloke!
No one understands me now,
They say I speak in riddles.
Ah, so your cat sheds purple fur?
Mine can play the fiddle!
Roses and oranges are green and blue And of course, I love tomatoes
But carrots never were my thing,
Here, have a potato!
Maps can lead to east or west
A compass only north;
Here’s your walking stick, good sir,
On your journey set forth!
Hence forth my name is Bob the Duck
Instead of boring Jane.
And you shall be my sidekick, Tortilla!
We’ll garner fortune and fame!
Wait! Don’t go and walk away!
You aren’t making any sense! What do you mean by running off
And jumping over that fence?
Come back, come back!
I need a victim— Er, I mean a friend!
Can’t you tell without you
My world domination can’t begin?
Why is it that I’m destined to
Be lonesome ever more?
I need minions! I need subjects!
I cannot be folklore!
Hence, the diary of an evil mastermind Who’s only friend is luck.
I am that evil mastermind
Bob, the fearsome Duck!
© 2009 J. P. WickwireAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 12, 2009 AuthorJ. P. WickwireSomewhere In My MemoryAboutHi, I'm J. P. Wickwire, a fledgling author struggling to get her literary genre-works published in a very non-literary genre-oriented world. Have I been published? Not yet. One of my poems has bee.. more..Writing
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