Left With Tina Turners Album

Background on this poem/freestyle/rhyme

I woke up this morning and thought it would be a good idea if i tried to make a freestyle poem before i had even left my bed to see if it would make my brain function better throughout the day and make the poetry i write later on that bit better! I woke up in a funny mood so this is more of a comedy freestyle, so don’t get offended by anything it’s just some fun, this is wrote down with no changes it’s exactly how it came out of my little clown brain 😀

Left With Tina Turners Album

This rhyme has not got a meaning,
Like a woman, stick to the cleaning,
Screaming, like I’m on a roller coaster,
Or little girls seeing a Justin Bieber poster,
If your big I’ll toast ya,
If you’re a chicken I’ll roast ya,
Then ill feed you to my kittens,
They have cold paws, can’t find their mittens,
Good riddance, Gadaffi’s dead,
Found him in a tube, he made his own bed,
I enter a tube with lube,
I don’t want to be crude its rude,
Like running into a care home nude,
So I get naked,
Then get a kitten and shake it,
Irritate it,
Find a blackboard and with my finger nails scrape it,
Damn, now my middle nail I have injured it,
Disfigured it,
It’s now an emergency,
Really needing a shit adds to the urgency
So I found a donkey who gave me surgery,
Then he kicked me in the face and nicked my phone, burglary,
So I lay on the floor and nearly got hit by a woman driver,
She got out and said “Ouch you look sore, you’re lucky to be a survivor,”
She offered to take me home, I had to guide her,
I whispered in her ear that I wanted to divide her,
She went crazy, scarier than a spider,
Rammed lip-gloss in my mouth and stabbed me with her eye liner,
Called me a disgrace then chucked me out of the car and spat in my face,
There was me thinking she thought I was handsome,
Left me there clutching to her Tina Turner album,
Remember Donkeys are a phantom,
This freestyle has been a lot more than random =/

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 21/10/11 🙂