I fear that my poems will always be crudah
Than that dead famous poet named Pablo Neruda
His verses were plentiful and surrealistic
And his imagery haunting and somnambulistic
An ambassador once to the United Nations
He must surely have sampled a hundred libations
And eaten of figs and sang with the moon
And danced with the ladies from midnight to noon
Well the poet is dead now and not soon forgotten
And his poetry lives though his body is rotten
And the earth drinks the soul of the Chilean Buddah
That dead famous poet named Pablo Neruda
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Neil McKay
February 13, 2013
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Well done! My mind is
Well done! My mind is reeling with all the words that rhyme with Neruda now. Gouda, intruda, Doo Dah.
Clayton Medeiros
February 13, 2013
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Well done!
A rap song might be in the offing.
Michael Mayhew
February 13, 2013
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I shall offer some praise, though I usually am rudah
Of your h'brastic* rhymes for Pablo Neruda.
* hudibrastic