This week's writing
prompt was a ring that looked a little like this:
Pic courtesy
pdsthal, Flickr
When
you write a poem, try not to make it poncey
For
some reason right now, I’m thinking of Beyonce
She
sang about her finger, and how I should put a ring on it
And I
probably would, but I’m busy writing limericks
If I
did get the chance, I would keep her all for me
With a
close eye on her, and keep her under lock and key
Please
don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t do her any harm,
But
I’ve thought she was great since she sang Ring the Alarm
The
woman is a beauty, like a rare porclain vase,
A face
to drop jaws an a frankly awesome arse
If I
was to date her I’d have to dress dapper
But
it’s a shame that she’s already with a gangster rapper
All
the glitz and glam would never phase me
But if
only I made a paycheck as good as Jay Z.
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