Clumsy

Slippery, flying, flow
Penguins flirting with death row
Gas tanks happily grow
Topped with fancy pink bows
Marginalize the cows skating in the rink
Hurtling through flippery toes
Hey where the hell  is my nose
Twice the bell rings out in the pudding
Ice never loses its footing
Nice fuses ignore annoying rose buds
True is never found in high fives
 outwit a mouse in a song of rounds
this poem just lost 45 pounds

Reviews

[Spiritwomyn]

I ponder the deeper meanings of each line knowing I will find nirvana in its prose. or not. I like the penguins.

[J.K. (Not Rowling)]

Did I lose any weight by reading it? Y'know, by osmosis? This was fun... I especially like the line about ice never losing its footing.