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I once had a gray cat that could clog
and was better than any old dog.
His feet work was fast
but stardom didn’t last
when he fell for this stunning tree frog.
My gray cat and tree frog was to wed
on night he was to dance for our bread.
He got very sick
when frog he did lick
was quiet toxic, now gray cat is dead.
When gray cat finally reached cloud nine
told gate keeper he was feeling fine.
Though he looked green
he captured the scene
when he clogged to the front of the line.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Nineth Place Winner ~ "Any Funny Poem” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Destroyer Poet
Aug. 14, 2011
~~~"You're Going To Break Your Neck ! " ~~~
I see red and orange amidst the green.
Occasionally faces can be seen
hiding in the branches there,
climbing trees without a care
and I order them down 'cause I'm just mean.
They're up above the ground, oh so high.
Any closer and they could touch the sky.
"Hey you, get your butt down!"
I bellow , with a frown
and they grudgingly climb down with a sigh.
Memories are short and they're up there again.
My nerves are starting to feel the strain.
"Get out of that tree right now!"
I holler like a mad cow.
Acting responsible is just a pain.
The sun is out and the kids are wild.
The poor trees out front are now defiled.
Beneath the tree is now found
broken branches all around,
but at least no broken bones of a child.
~~not 'the end,' I'm sure~~~
He really was as dumb as a tree stump
Carried all his weight in his big old rump
But I fell for his line
And made him all mine
'Cause he was as sweet as dear Forest Gump
P A L M T R E E D E L I G H T
Written by Catherine Reinke
In your arms, I lay behold ,
gentle winds and sea salt kiss.
Shade full arms from hot sun bold
coco milk sweet, lovers dish.
My naked skin, sun loves to play
lying under this palm tree day.
Listen to your arms wind sound.
No gentler tender song I’ve found.
Tension, grief, sorrow and more,
all left behind seaside’s door.
For here life’s origins, beget and made
ancient past lives, memories to fade.
But here in Tulum, my friendship sea
I find myself, in gentle palm tree.
And so from youth my memory serves
a poem that retold again deserves.
“that only God can make a tree and
…poems are written by fools like me”
Truly then and true today
That Godly art create tree play.
For made he did a vast array
charming comfort of trees I say.
Strong steadfast oaks.
Lilac purples for ones pillow.
Cedar pillars ancient.
Rain forest lush,
only the palm tree
makes me bush.
Round coco breasts filled with milk.
Erect pillar penetrating fronds of silk.
So, in your arms I want to be
naked, contentment, happy and free.
And so end my tree poetic attempt
of my love affair palm tree spent.
There once was a great man named Poet,
He sat, ‘neath a tree, with Bob- his pet.
He would wish all the time
That he could write a rhyme,
But instead settled for cigarette.