With a shawl thrown about his shoulders,Jay Cutler stares into a bowl of alphabet soup,Pondering the word 'XAJKVIOLK'Then he smiles.
Dressed in aWhite Tuxedo,Jay Cutler entersAn AA MeetingAnd begins handing outBottles of Scotch.
YEA, these are funny, but isn't poetry supposed to rhyme?And what do you call this 'poetry' which really isn't funny but makes you laugh. Is there a name for it?Good job, J.
Deep in a stormy night,With the wind howling,Jay Cutler sendsA text messageTo himself,He waits,His phoneVibrates,And he isShockedAt what he reads.
Jay Cutler stares directly intoThe bright Noon SunTrying to outmuscle itUntil his retinas burn outAnd his life becomes a Sea Of DarknessIn which he laughingly swims.