What the hell is Cabrito?

For the Creative Bad Poetry contest

 

What the hell is Cabrito?

 

Somewhere behind the holographic goat image

plastered on the stucco façade of   “The Last Chance Cabrito Stand”

hides a wayward soul with lost lips and fevered brow,

attractive to some, but with a face only a second cousin could love

 

on an unrelated Eskimo’s side

 

Leaning on a metal container holding gallons of used brown paint,

he pulls a blade of grass from the parched earth and

finds the subliminal message extremely disheartening…

though he has no idea what it means

 

something to do with poetry an old Eddie Cantor movie

 

Tossing a stone at a plastic legless pink flamingo, (merely a wire holds the body upright)

this one time student of play-doh physics,

now lost in the dungeon of fiscal irresponsibility,

offers only apathy to any who might wander this same path

  

and his cardboard sign reads: “What the hell is Cabrito?”

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Written for the Creative Bad Poetry contest

Words required:
1. Holographic
2. Attractive
3. Brown
4. Paint
5. Apathy
6. Flamingo
7. Student
8. Fiscal
9. Subliminal
10. Physics

Reviews

[KAOlmsted]

See what I've been missing? This is going into my favorites. (and I had to go all the way back to page 32 of my RRs to find it xD) I love this side of you, Jack...always have, always will. O! how I love thee *laugh*

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Kimmer. This was written for a bad poetry contest...didn't win. :(

[KAOlmsted]

It didn't win because it's not "bad poetry"...derr xD My pleasure, always.

[SarahLin]

........very creative .........

[Jack...]

Thank you so much.

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Hahaha, this contest is very challenging! And you've done a pretty hilarious piece here. Nice one, Jack!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Blue. It definitely was a challenge.

[Pryde Foltz]

Very funny ................

[Jack...]

Thank so much Pryde.

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Well, I've read about five of these pieces so far, and I have to say this is the most inventive of them all! I'm still chuckling to myself as I write this review; seriously, my friend, where do these things come from??? Your mind is a well of witt and humor, and then you can flip on a dime and write the language of love like Keats' second cousin once removed...truly a gift.

[Jack...]

Thank so much Sarah. It doesn't get any badder than this. :)

[Angel]

LOL...I'm still sitting here, looking at that string of words, wondering "what the...????"
Nothing....my muse has gone on strike...again...

But I have an excuse!!
Rags and I are both down with a virus...and I don't mean the rhyming kind...
We'll be spending the weekend in bed, I'm afraid!!

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my sweet friend. I hope bot you and rags are feeling better soon.

[Angel]

Oh, Sweetie...he's doing much better than I am. I am a sick, sick Angel today...
My white robes are all rumpled, and I think my wings are molting...

[Lydia Shutter]

An old Eddie Cantor movie? OMG....where'd you pull THAT one out of? "With a face only a second cousin would love" had me laughing out loud....really. I do think we are all stuck in a dungeon of fiscal irresponsibility....and those damned flamingoes are the prison guards! :) You did a great job incorporating those words. Kudos! Lydi**

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Lydi, happy I could make you laugh and smile this day. I truly appreciate your kind words

[s y e]

Good luck with the contest.

there is no way I could do this so hats off to you.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend.

[Will Neill]

Jack, Nice one-there is no way I could string all those words together, good luck with the competition I think your in with a chance.
Will

[Jack...]

Thanks Will, but you should give it a go my friend. It was fun.

[Dr. Wood ?]

Well this id just great my friend..I miss all these competitions..I may have a bash at this myself....Mind you...I doubt I could top this

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. Happy you enjoyed this.