by
Robert Paul Weston
“I don’t mean to sound petty,”
said Fred to the Yeti,
“but would you mind moving your foot?
It’s dusty and smelly,
and there on my belly,
my suit gets all sullied with soot.”
“I regret,” said the Yeti.
“My leg is so sweaty,
so filthy and dripping with slime.
But my toes are sooo grungy,
and your shirt is sooo spongy.
It’s perfect for wiping my grime!”
“Well, I wish you’d remove it!
I quite disapprove it,
and someone should give you the news:
You would cut that aroma
putting me in a coma
if you just started wearing some shoes!”
©Robert Paul Weston. All rights reserved.
If you don't know Robert Paul Weston - and you should, I say to you - just go now and find a copy of Zorgamazoo. (Heck, listen to Alan Cumming perform a bit of it if you somehow doubt my idea). It's a novel, yes... and a novel entirely in rhyming couplets! Funny, a little dark, and with a strong story, it's amazing as a read-aloud or read-alone.
I'm excited to see that there's a new novel on the way in November (The Creature Department from Razorbill), and I look forward to seeing what comes after that, too. In the meantime, I'm thrilled to have Robert Paul Weston here today as part of 30 Poets/30 Days.
Yesterday Laurel Snyder brought us Bluster. For more on 30 Poets/30 Days and ways to follow along, please click here.
2 comments:
This is laughably gross in all the right ways.
Oh VERY nice indeed. Nice wordplay, with a tasty O'Henry ending!
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