Wreck It, Ralph
I tried so hard and got so far but in the end
It was just like Linkin Park.
Line by line I write the rhymes sublimely
Word by word, both near and far, and far and near (a Bridgerton reference mid poem, gasp)
And why won’t this idea appear?!
No. Tiempo.
I wrecked the correct check with ink -
What did you expect?
Heck, it’s direct when he inspects my neck.
A taser? No electric to select and elect the speck and trek the gecko and shrek all the way to saving 15 percent or more on car insurance.
Redirect the sound to your ears
For some perfect iambic pentameter.
The waves of words he writes today expect
The use of words he’s used in lines before.
Blank verse. I never said it’d rhyme.
I did in line 3? I must be a liar
or McGyver to fire survivor contestants
out a canon straight into the ocean
to save the damsel in distress
while wearing a dress,
in make up, ready to impress
with a mess in less time
than a rapping slap happy grandpappy
Theme? None.