For under sun, I e’er shrank
As fungus plucked from dark and dank
And, oh, with sorrow, worries sank
For drive I not a tank

But ‘lo am I of lesser lank
And pitched as those with sharpened shank
Whose wrists are jeweled of iron clank
For chose to rob a bank

Aloft, am I, as Schrader, Hank
For drugs are bad, M’kay, and thanks
So by thy merit made me blank
And now to walk the plank

For here, you see, with verbal swank
You’ve got a chain just made to yank
And not all words need depth or rank
To firmly turn your crank

this is what happens when I don’t know what to do with a daily prompt but feel compelled to write one anyway

you’re welcome…


About A. P. Christopher

I'm a cynic, a nihilist, and a pessimist. I'm a hermit filling the interior walls of my empty cavern with the words and pictures of a mind adrift in disparity. I also like lifting weights.
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6 Responses to Crank

  1. Nathi says:

    Brilliant play of words! Keep it up!

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Hahaha! Well, you pulled it off nicely. I thought it was pretty fun.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. It’s really hard to find a word with so many rhymes (that can be used), great poem!

    Liked by 1 person

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