Poetic License goes American Idol

When you read my poems for this month's Poetic License, there will be little doubt what I was doing just prior to writing them.

There's plenty of time for you to write yours and link it--CLICK HERE for everything you need to know about this month's form and theme.  Non-bloggers are welcome to leave their clerihews in comments; I'll post them below if you do :).

Get this...AFTER I wrote mine, I remembered there WAS a theme!  I forgot to follow it!  Geezaroni--guess I'm adhering to the "No rules.  Just write" mantra of Pensieve's Poetic License.

The judge Miss Paula Abdul
Bless her heart, sometimes looks like a fool.
She's nice but she doesn't make sense
Is she drunk or really that dense?

Jason Castro sang like Bob Marley
His dreads were even more gnarly.
Simon became homicidal--
When he forgot words on American Idol.

My favorites are two boys named Dave
When they sing, I rant, yes, I rave.
I can't decide who I like best
With 'em both, I'm a little obsessed.

Okay, okay....here's one in honor of National Hamburger Month:

Do you remember J. Wellington Wimpy?
His girth was hardly skimpy!
"I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today."
Is the only line I ever heard him say.

Photocredit:  The Dessert Years

If Poetic License isn't your style, how 'bout trying Friday's 40-or-less Photo Challenge? Last week's inaugural challenge was delightful--I was honestly impressed with how much can be said in less than 40 words!  Join us?