Meet The Dick Headsmature
Mr and Mrs Head
are so tangled
they can’t sleep in a bed.
Dick’s in charge
so he says but
permissions go through Marge.
He’s whip-master
she gallops
faster and faster.
They’re both twisters
always turning
circling the casters.
Chasing tail
like dogs in heat
but their bones are frail.
They fuse together
puzzle pieces
made for pleasure.
But they can dance
put on a show
Dick-heads Entrance.
The End
RATE THIS CHAPTER!
Please login to rate this chapter!
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
18 COMMENTS ABOUT THIS POEM Feed
Author guidance for This poem
This is a collaborative poetry experiment.the previous author will supple the character name as the title of the next chapter.
For example: Meet Thunder. the next author would right a poem based on a member of the Freek Show called Thunder.
The poems can be long,short,gory,or funny. any form, style or rhyme scheme is ok.
All I ask is you keep to the theme of The Freek Show and the chapter title provided by the previous Author.
Have Fun!!
5 PARTICIPANTS IN THIS POEM
POEM TAGS
THE GOODS
You're currently reading a chapter in the poem
The Freek Show. This chapter
was posted on Jul 7, 2011 by
ireneintheworld.
This is a collaborative poem.
About this poem
"You have stepped into a world of darkness and violence. Fresh gore litters the h..."
This poem is filed under:
Abstract, Character, Just for Fun
POST A COMMENT
Wanna say something? Make yourself heard!
We reserve the right to delete spam, flames, or other nasty stuff.