And here it is, another page of my poetry! These aren't angst-driven, though ... they were a couple I had to do for a creative writing portfolio and am proud of mostly because I wrote them in about 5 minutes.
Pretty BoyDillinger went down in a hail of bullets--Public Enemy Number One was gone. Hoover, in frustration, raised his Imagined nemesis above the rest: He had a pretty face, and even The bulls admitted he was a "Nice fella", And regretted having to bring him in. Big Carl gave him advice, Lulu Ash gave him love, Jeff City gave him maturity, And through it all he carried In his heart The everlasting picture Of Ruby and Dempsey-- His patient, loving wife and Loyal, happy son. Beulah Baird loved him, And hated Ruby for having his heart.... Folks 'round his hometown called him "Robin Hood, cause he was good to People that was good to him." In the end, though, his Pretty face couldn't save him from J. Edgar and his Bureau, And from bulls determined To bring him down. Twenty thousand people came to his Funeral--even more than came to the Governor's--to see the pretty face. |