Poetry Collection Vol.1: Ex Nihilo

Ode to Loquacious Laquiesha

Oh spritely is she in her divinely dark imagery;

A sightly queen in her own rights as she blithely screams.

They pray tell and inquire as to why she yells;

She with same volume as before retorts.

Proclaims she isn't or says they're deaf as a resort

Made well aware of her perceptions,

Though ne'er taking care of her speech of sheer incessance.

Heedless of the lesson, she pursues to dear detriment.

For see there are even spouted remarks by those of her cohorts.

Telling her to try keeping it short and not talk all the world's ear off,

But continously do her thick lips yet part.

She's been attributed a stereotype as it would likely so happen.

Feeling ever so slighted then,

She sees it as attempt only for her to be silenced again.

Distributed from tongue, pouring by the very mouth-full.

Words without pause to reflect or see doubt or if a fool.

Nevertheless a pity and still a buttercup.

Perhaps the affinity for her wide thighs nestling her supple butt

Yet steals her from rising above, but still dear, learn to shut up.