Template Poems #2: For that long awaited meet-up

I happened to see a vessel,
far out in the sea;
it queerly caught my attention,
for reasons I couldn't decree.
Its presence though distanced,
like a spirit it roamed free…
finally reached ashore one day;
then I heard a cry "Yippee!"
for when I saw its name,
it all made sense to me.

"Friendship".

Template Poems #1: Long and pretty locks

I once saw a girl
with really long hair;
Till her knees it stretched
No kidding I swear!

Like banks of rivers,
Like stems of vine,
Like skilled work of weavers,
Her pony tail did intertwine.

When she took a stride
like a wave did it bounce...
her mane flaunted pride,
and others gaped in trance.

The Hypocrite

He held his pipe,

For the usual smoke.

Out came no puff,

He gave a long sulk.

The shank was blocked-

out came the filter;

with a stick he probed,

the mass causing halter.

The bowl was filled,

with lots of black goo.

With disgust he cringed;

(And) disposed it without ado.

A stench it possessed,

that ceased leaving the room.

So nauseating it felt

he plunged into gloom.

"'Dis what I smoke?"

Popped his angel and demon;

"I warned you so!!!"
The angel gave a sermon.

He nodded obedient, and

a promise was to constitute.

"I will never smoke!

And others will follow suit!"

He polished the pipe,

for one last while.

On looked the demon,

not causing any rile.

"I deserve one puff,

for old times' sake."

The angel scowled in vain,

unable to prevent his take.

He put the tobacco,

and lit it slowly;

Took one long drag,

that hit him instantly.

He reclined in bliss,

the angel broke his halo;

the demon gave a smirk

who made an exit, mellow.