I Mean, Why Not
gibberish for the sake of gibberish
swagger dagger
fashion kills
pitter patter
passing thrills
chitter chatter
words with skill
what's the matter
take a pill
climb the ladder
fit the bill
flatter blabber
ease the guilt
bar-room stagger
standing still
carpetbagger
selling swill
wallets fatter
feeling ill
raise the wager
seal the deal
nail and hammer
real appeal
poisonous viper
nerves of steel
candy striper
time to kill
cyclone rider
with training wheels
cigarette lighters
on window sills
out all nighters
late night chills
second chancers
motives concealed
questions answered
plots revealed
par substandard
inviting squeals
honor slandered
and squeaky wheels
if you've wandered
through these gibberish feels
no need to wonder
I give no guarantees
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Comments (7)
Never have, never will
So how many drinks had you had Kelli? 😉 When I was little my sister and I used to walk along a wall at the beach yabbering absolute gibberish to one another. Brought back memories thank you.
Neither do I. Got none to give, lol.
Ha. That was fun!
Snappy, sharp, and sly—feels like a ride through chaos with a grin. Loved the rhythm.
There are some great lines in here that would be excellent for the Tattoo challenge!
Gibber”ish” .. meaning it’s sort of like gibber … In the neighborhood thereof.. This kind of thing can be quite fun and entertaining. Ramble, scramble, bramble Dive on in Take a gamble Pull the arm Where’s the harm? Coin slot plot Just a jot Spinning pics Dixie Chicks Country song Redneck hicks Twist the turn Feel the burn This here poem Most will spurn 😉😂😎😂