A magician enters the room and you think he has good luck
For magic done with brooms doesn’t leave a dove plucked
But boy does magic exist you schnook, for when the clock tick-tocks two
You witness the wizard as a crook, and the dove turns cuckoo
And the disguised bird steals time, and the magic crook takes flight
To the kitchen in no time, he says “This magician found a quite
Piece of custard” and mustard he sneaks into his pocket
You’re flustered by what you just heard “Oh I’m so rusted”,
“How I forgot to my powers explain” he blustered, taking out a… moppet?!
A moppet with tongs? Moppet lobster. Also with guns? Moppet lobster mobster!
And it croaked, Oh, a monster! A moppet lobster mobster monster!
Nevermind, it wasn’t croak it was burp,
While its owner food slurped the puppet silence broke
“As you can see I’m a gangster, gangster foody gangster they have called me,
And I’ll live in your cuisine, here I’ll live like I’m a queen”
Fool! you fell for the food magician crook,
For its bird the time croockoo
And for the lobster-mobster too
“And we’ll live together here in your cuisine,
Striking rhymes so strong ya won’t know what they mean
Hot move dances on the floor, while in bowl da milk we pour
And a living freezing frenzy, have no meat no time to rot
Since we are no full-time lazy, we then clean, clean all the spot
Join our spirit, cook with us!
Lotta meals, nutritious
Fire!”
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Thanks for reading! If you may, here is the first part of this series of burlesque rhymery:
About the Creator
Matt B.
He/Him
A romantic reader and an amateur writer who likes to write non-conventional stories and unusual plot lines.
I read romantic era fiction and find myself lost in the pages of Dumas' "The Count of Montecristo" and Shelley's "Frankenstein"
Comments (1)
This was so fantastic! Loved your poem!