The Last but One Steve

The Last but One Steve

A Poem by Infamous Real

A nonsensical poem meant to invoke an emotion. Inspired by Lewis Carroll's The Jabberwocky.

Feel the stain of mustard love

Bleeding on my blunder dove

As I tickle the moles above

In time to bite a crimson glove

Catch my hand of endless breath

And ring me not you timeless death

For not for I, but you do bequeath

Eternal sorrow sold my Mr. Seth

The candy man does ware his wares

In forever tones of dare on dares

As peanuts continue to stare at stairs

And turtles plant the hair on hares

Mourn you wretched thunder toes

I sling thy apple from yonder nose

For all pies are bake by witches foes

And celebrate dread joyful woes

Tis not the blue sun do I believe

To rhyme the green moon to leave

Lost red earth pour from sleeve

The last yellow clue found by Steve

© 2011 Infamous Real

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Added on November 21, 2011
Last Updated on November 21, 2011


Infamous Real
Infamous Real

Columbia, MD

Combine humor with imagination and what do you get? How about one twisted mind. I am a firm believer that God has a sense of humor and I have proof. After all, he put me on this earth didn't He? A.. more..