“We are looking for a talented and energetic individual whose writing will inspire young and old,” Borough President Helen Marshall said at a press conference yesterday. Plus, “He or she must be proud to live here in Queens.” Yes, that would be nice.
Poetry fit for a Queensborough
How's this for an entry:
There once was a mascot named Crappy
Who found his borough unhappy
With elected boobs
Who let it go down the tubes
And architecture that is quite scrappy!
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I love Queens.
Queens loves me.
I'm as happy as I can be.
A happier Man nowhere exists...
I think I'll go and
slash my Wrists.
That's a great spirited and descriptive rhyme composed in Limerick form. I'll vote for that. Let's put it to music!
A tycoon, who was once full of wit
Fell into some financial shit
He was forced, without means
To move into Queens
Now he's in a hysterical fit!
How 'bout this one:
There once was a bastard named Pinkey
Who treated his constituents stinky
He sold out our land
With money in his hand
And did some things that were quite kinky.
Sometimes I say what's the use
Stopping Katz's continued abuse
With builders "canoodling"?
As the Council keeps doodling
'Til D.O.I. comes to cook their goose!
Our Beep's busy seeking a bard
Spouting couplets for Queens will be hard
In a borough this boring
My mind can't go soaring
I'm trapped in my little backyard!
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