I received a harangue about my lemon meringue,
The critic sang and licked his yellow fangs,
"Too much tang and not enough bang,
That is not the way to do lemon meringue..."
And on and on he went with his harangue,
Until his insults finally stang,
And my pie met his head with a clang.
Out of all of your clever poems, this is my favorite-- simply because of the imagery!
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks Jess! Even though I used "stang" instead of "stung" just for the sake of rhyming?
ReplyDeleteHaha! Yes! Clever poetry allows for creative license!
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