goodluck!Write a poem with the words...star, gasoline, beauty, raccoon?
A MATTER OF TASTE
Is beauty the moon o'er a castle with moat,
Or a naked blond on an old raccoon coat?
Or is it a star shining down on the green,
Or a '68 Mustang with high test gasoline?
Beauty is a matter of taste, and you see
None of these things really do it for me.
No, I'd rather stay home and drink Genessee
With a Rams and Colts game on hi-def TV.Write a poem with the words...star, gasoline, beauty, raccoon?
Here's a bad one but one nonetheless. You never mentioned that it had to have any literary value, hehe.
Where鈥檇 you acquire such beauty?
Asked the night to the prideful star.
Tonight's sleep seemed to be fleeting
While dreaming you up from afar.
Your beauty seems to creep on me
Much as a sneaky raccoon
Hiding behind the mask
Of the opalescent moon.
Show yourself to me each day
Without you I simply can鈥檛 run.
Like a car without gasoline
Or a morning devoid of caffeine.
If I lack your presence my power鈥檚 undone
I鈥檇 lack the strength to tackle the sun.
Beauty twinkles overhead.
the raccoon constellation.
the heavens it's bed.
Orion stretches, across the sky,
his mighty belt
of hope for many 'tis a sign.
No more can we see the heavens
blotted out my the orange dim
of the gasoline stars
and the electric hymn.
A poem by La Kias
Gasoline stars form in the center of your eyes
With one look, it's no surprise
The beauty they hold comes to soon.
Oh look! Its that damn racoon, actin' a bahfooon.
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