A sonnet, regarding my marriage to the sea.

I once loved a girl, a sweet maiden fair

If we'd have met, then she might have loved me;

But she's wed to a dip shit with over-styled hair

And so I must marry the sea.

The sea's an old salt, she's dark and fermented

And like me, her soul's deep and blue

But as a bald Irish woman once lamented,

Nothing compares 2 U.

But, oh, I must cast my great pain to one side

So into the ocean, knee-deep I shall wade

Be mine, briny waters, til the day that I die!

(I wonder, though, will I get laid?)

My sweet maiden fair, betrothed to a douche

And I, with my salty blue bride

Our love has extinguished, an almighty whoosh

As I get swept away with the sea's tide.

I'm so full of anguish, eyes bleary and bawling

More angst than a song by James Blunt

I hate to resort to petty name-calling

But jeez, Russell Brand, you're a really nasty guy for stealing the girl of my dreams away from me.

By Angry Puppet

Katy's Theme

Raven-haired is my dear Katy,

I want take her on a datey

Her make-up's thick and kinda cakey,

Yet when she smiles, my heart goes breaky.

Although she's deep and contemplatey,

Lyrically, her songs aren't weighty

Her hobo boyfriend's rather flakey

I fear her standards may be shaky.

Her clothes inspire in me some hatey

If she were mine, I'd suggest, "Katy,

Ditch those jumpsuits in a lakey,

You're not a child, for goodness' sakey."

I think beneath the glitz and fakey,

A natural beauty lies in wakey

One day our paths will cross; it's fatey

And we'll be married, me and Katy.

by Angry Puppet

Just an aside on my poetry:

I am aware that a lot of my poetry is quite cryptic and experimental. It is okay if you don't understand my poems straight away. Some people aren't very sharp; I have come to terms with this, and so should you.
But persevere nonetheless; much like Angry Puppet himself, growing to understand Angry Puppet's poetry is a deeply rewarding and nourishing experience.

\m/

angry puppet has a lot of feelings

if i were a sound, i would be a sigh
if i were a tree, i would be a bonsai (bound, trapped, oppressed)
if i were a bodily fluid, i would be a tear, rolling down your face
if i were a social networking site, i would be myspace (desolate, abandonned)
if i were a serial killer, i'd be john wayne gacy, the crying clown
if i were a hand gesture, i would be a thumbs down (or maybe devil horns \m/)

sigh.

by aa puppet.

Angry Puppet: A haiku

Me, Angry Puppet
Stinking ugly beast am I
Get off my web page

Poem

Angry puppet

Perplexed puppet

Ugly puppet

Frazzled puppet

Caught-in-the-rain puppet

Don't-fuck-with-me puppet

Disillusioned puppet

Needs-a-Pimms puppet

by Angry Puppet