Des' Calvinist Love-In

From all appearance
Grandpa must be
Just like Desdichado
A drunken Presby

Afraid to stand alone
Packed up like yapping hyenas
When the music breaks out
They do the macarena

Next time you choose sides
Better choose wiser
Go for the Baptist
Not the Budweiser

I don't drink too often.

But when I do it is good beer. Not that junk that Budweiser sells.

A good Double Chocolate Stout or a Guinness when the choices are slim.

As far as Baptist or Presby? I just follow Him.

Duel in the street
Pistol vs rifle
One must die
Because of a silly trifle

Grandpa grabs for his gun
SovereignGrace plays it calm
Grandpa struggles mightily
His gun's in his palm

The rifle sight get caught in the holster
SovereignGrace clears leather
His confidence bolsters
Gon turn Grandpa into a pile of feathers

Grandpa finally get the rifle freed
Just a little too late
He's down on his knees
He's now staring at the Pearly Gates

SovereignGrace blows the smoke from his gun
Walks over to his fallen foe
Grandpa is gone, Grandpa is done
Spraddled out like a year old doe

The moral of this poem is this
Be sure to know who's right
Never bring a rifle
To a pistol fight

It's high noon
SG's on Main Street
What a goon
What a piece of meat

Eyes on the horizon
Look'n for Grandpa
His prize to be one
To put his own brand on

What that he sees
A glint in the sun?
300 away
SG's done

Now if he only listened to his pal Des and borrowed an AR. Maybe throw a ninja out to draw fire.

Des was fooled
As eye as pie
The guy he thought
Truly was not I

I slipped up behind
Squeezed the trigger really easy
Out came Des' brains
They looked rather greasy

That was ninja
Used as a decoy
Des got schooled
See ya later boy

Des thinks he's smart
That's easy to see
But he'll never smart enough
To one up me


WORD!!!

I put in a period
Where I should have placed a comma
Let me add by
Sayin' yo momma!!!

WORD!!!

Des looks dumb
They say it's his disguise
But I know better
I see it in his eyes

I know he's dumb
It's easy to see
He can't count to 4
Unless you give him 1, 2, 3

WORD!!!

I mean this in jest
I mean thee no harm
If I hurt your feelings
I'll buy you a farm...not literally buy it, just to rhyme it

Who said I was there
In that old western town?
Don't give me that stare
Or a surly frown

Mr. Miyagi taught me
It's foolish to fight
But when you do
Hook a good right

The trick is my absence
I'm not among you
Which doesn't make sense
Where is the Jew?

I'm miles away
A fine meal I dine
What is that click?
You stepped on my mine

BOOM!!!!

The Baptist stands there
He thinks himself wise
But my planted mine
Caused his demise

I triggered that mine
With a rock on the hill
Hope you don't choke
On that poison pill

The meal that you eat
Will be your last
When your brains on your plate
Hit from that gigantic blast

The hit man I hired
He loves his job
He assasinates ppl
For corn on the cob

The meal you ate
The wine you drank
Was the last thing tasted
Before to the ground you sank

I know I got you
No need to go further
I chased you down
With fiery fervor

I knew you was dead
When I went to your church
A fifth of liquor
And you never tried to slurp

WORD!!

I've noticed one thing
Not trying to be trite
BUT I give way more
Than Des does with likes.

What's up that
You silly little boy
I'll ground you from your Barbies
And make you play with boys

On the shoals of Araby
Grows a fine substance
A weed they say
Of amazing circumference

What use for this weed
The Hashashin said
If I put it in drink
It'll make people dead

He guarded the secret
For two hundred years
If any told
He'd cut of their ears

Captured it was though
On a wreck close to Cyprus
Satan's recipe
Writ on papyrus

Taken to Engand
Taken to to France
The crowns of both countries
Stopped many a dance

Tasteless in wine
Highly potent
Fit to exterminate
More than a rodent

Your substance insane
Made me not croon
For to iocane powder
I am immune

You should smile
You shouldn't revel
I laugh all the while
In the face of your devil

As sure as my eyes
Are a hue of azure
You were torn up in bed
By my hidden badger

Have you not heard
The word on this forum?
A "Radical Gracer"
I lack all decorum

But I love you, man!!!

Love Tis just words
If not acompanied by action
I love you as a Brother
But there's no attraction

No attraction
No real unity
All faction
No impunity

How do breathe?
How do you live?
You Baptists hold grudged
Presby's forgive

Balrog the Baptist
Versus Glass Joe the Presby
In a few minutes
Things gon get messy

Bell is rung
Signals round one
Balrog's left hook
That's knockdown # 1

Glass Joe gets up
Shakes the cobwebs out
A jab comes his way
And busts him in the mouth

He throws a right
But horribly misses
A boxer he's not
He fights like a sissy

Balrog throws a left
Right hook and uppercut
This fight is over
Desdichado, buttercup

The ref counts 10
Waves his arms in the air
The Baptist vs Presby
Just was not fair

They take Glass Joe out
On to the bar he goes
Just like Presbys and booze
They just can't say no

it was the mention of single malt, wasn't it. lol

what lady drinks that?

as a punitive measure, i have spammed everyone with 'likes'.

Des does his best
To be the poet
But he's not as good as SG
All on here know it

His choice of words is impressive
His sentence structure superb
He does not sadly know
The difference in a noun and a verb

Next time he goes to battle
He need not be alarmed
In the battle of wits with SG
Des was clearly unarmed