Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that emotional scar? '
'The kids will all laugh at the rust.
When we race, I'll be left in the dust!
I will save up some cash
then we'll make a mad dash
to the car dealer surely you trust'.
'He will make us a wonderful deal
and I'm sure you will know how I feel.
I will love you so much,
My siblings... I won't touch.
Just get me behind a new wheel'!
Now she'll be cruisin in style.
She'll be happy for only awhile.
There will always be better
and we'll try hard to get her
a car that will make princess smile.
The Pancakes are ready to eat
My Granddaughter's help was so neat
The eggs she did crack
The smiles did not lack
As eggshells were part of the treat
© 2013 Rick Zablocki
My 4 year old granddaughter helped me make breakfast this am, pancakes from scratch. Lots of fun.
I cannot afford to miss
A school play such as this.
My son plays a big tall tree.
My daughter plays a bumble bee.
At the end a pig and a hippo kiss.
Hiding in mummy's tummy, kicking happily away
I'm kissing you warmly, clapping and singing in play
They say in a few weeks
I'll be able to kiss your new cheeks
I can't wait for the morning I'll lift you in a sway
Limericks croisés : Once a Mother Professor and Daughter
for Farid & Zafir
Once (a) Mother Professor and Daughter
Came to Paris to see a Poet Mister
He took them on a lope
From Opera* to Procope*
Till their feet got thicker with blister
He took them to see Doctor Goethe :
Said Devil was shooting thorns from Under
They went to Mephisto*
To calm down their sore toe
« Une belle épine du pied , Mister »
« Vous m’enlevez »,* said learned Mother.
« How can we repay you », said Daughter.
« Not a care, I dare hope,
I’ll take you to Procope. »
The bill for trout, veg-dish and butter
Came to more than what they could then pay.
« Don’t give us this ol’ Napoléon lay !
You’re not wearing Bicorne*! »
« Yes, but for Devil’s thorn ! »
« Leave us your Mephisto shoes or pray ! »
So Mind-Full Poet took them upstair(s)
To prostrate long at Table Voltaire*
Philosopher weighed plea
Said : « This Poet like Me ! »
Mephisto shoes freed from Procope lair !
• Opéra : The National Academy of Music in Paris where ballets are still performed ; opera performances having been moved to the new concert hall in the Place de la Bastille.
• Procope : One of the oldest cafés in Paris, founded in 1686 (and opened in 1689) by a Sicillian whose Frenchified name was « Procope », at 13, rue de la Comédie Française, Paris-75006.
• Mephisto(pheles) : In Goethe’s play : Faust, one of the principal devils. Happens to be a brand name for shoes under the pretexte that it is better to have the Devil under-foot rather than in the boudoir.
• « Vous m’enlevez une belle épine du pied » : French for, according to Collins (bi-lingue) Dictionary : « You have got
me out of a spot. » Literally means : « You have extracted a painful thorn from (the sole of) my foot. »
• Bicorne : two-cornered hat
• Napoléon lay : Napoléon as a young officer is supposed to have left his « bicorne » hat as a pledge for the meals he ate there and could not settle with cash. The hat is displayed in a glass case at the entrance till this day, for the future emperor had far more interesting things to do – like conquering a continent – and could not take the time off to reclaim it.
* Voltaire : The great French philosopher, author of the satirical
novel : Candide, became a Freemason just four months
before his demise. He was a frequent visitor to the Procope,
and his table is still displayed on the first floor of the
café-restaurant at the top of the ornate stairway.
The décor of the place is preserved exactly as it was realised in 1835.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
A cockney from over the water
Had a wife and a tasty young daughter
They would lead him a dance
And he stood not a chance
Cos they both never did what they oughta
A pretty colleen from Kilrea,
Went dancing on St. Patrick's Day.
Not asking permission
Was grievous omission.
Dad broke the dance up straight away.
Everyday she walks more than a mile,
Through the woods to live her dream for a while.
With friends, to enjoy, to play,
After school, longer her stay.
When she starts towards home, she loses her smile.
She walks on a path she has always known,
Still it seemed a nightmare, all alone.
Though Scared of what would befall,
Went on ahead,after all
She clutched in her hand , a sacred stone.
Clouded skies,everything seems a blur,
But beyond the field is a light, no err.
An end to tonight's worries,
To dream on mom's lap, hurries
Who is at the window, waiting for her.
No, Monopoly isn't too speedy
And the deals you make often are seedy.
Common sense then, forbids
Me to teach to my kids,
But I did, and it made their dad greedy.
Now, my daughters are sweet little dears,
They're eleven and nine (in earth years).
So we sat down on stools
And I taught them the rules,
An hour later, someone was in tears.
I was mean and I pushed and I bossed,
Played to win, didn't care what it cost.
But my kids are too smart.
Despite daddy's black heart,
The next thing I new, I had lost.
So a word to the wise from a guy
Who's afternoon plans went awry:
If you can't stand to lose
To your kids, then don't chose
Monopoly, they'll see you cry!
For "Monopoly the Game of Life" contest
by Jason Talbott
My daughter her name is Kim
For Indian curry often has a whim
She farts like firing a rifle
They smell more than just a trifle
As for her husband I’m sorry for him
The people who were still alive
Helped other survivors revive
All this didn’t bother
An excellent father
Who just taught his daughter to drive
Ms. Potter caught her daughter Lollipop
There dancing in the grocer’s parking lot
And scolded her profusely
‘Til someone cranked up “Juicy”…
Ms. Potter stopped and dropped it like it’s hot
How soon some forget that they were once young too. If the power of dance is ones
passion it is not the worst vice a child can have, in fact it is good exercise. One
You`ll always be my little girl.
You mean all the world to me.
And every night I pray to God.
Dear God please help her see.
Help her to remember.
All the strength she has inside.
Hold her in your loving arms.
Until all her fears and doubts subside.
So many times you saved me.
She and I are much the same.
I no that she believes in you.
And loves you just the same.
Let us fill her heart with gladness.
Shine down your holy light.
Get rid of all her sadness.
Until she`s strong enough to fight.
I believe she`ll find the courage.
When she`s back on her two feet.
And find the will to want to live.
Willing and able to compete.
Im finally a mother
I see the good and the bad
Ive been there for you
When i gave birth to you
was the happiest days of my life
Im never going leave you
Baby i just want you to know
how much your mommy loves
The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
I asked her to come down and take a saree from me
She asked wide-eyed the price of it
I said,”Sari, you’re a cute tweet”
She made faces, chirruped short, and flew to the next tree.
A saree is a South Asian female garment that consists of a drape varying from five to nine yards in length and two to four feet in breadth that is typically wrapped around the waist, with one end draped over the shoulder, baring the midriff.
Sari came down and sat on the bay window
‘Dad’, she said,’ you must chain the devil Frido’
“He is a gawky brute
Just now he ate up a coot
He needs your boot and a slap on his credo”.
Sari tweeted my wife” O mom, don’t pinch my behind”
My wife re-tweeted,” Sari, You are not of this kind”.
“Sorry to say you have no proper bum
So, Sari, how can I be a pinch bum?”
Sari re-re-tweeted, “Mom, a lie, my bum is twined.”
Sari came one day with his creaky husband Suk
“Dad, teach Suk a lesson, he must know how to cook"
"Sari, my darling, you’re a sweet fraud
Don’t crook Suk’s head with a teaching rod
Better teach him how to fly by hook or by crook"
Sari, my daughter, in mid September, gave birth to a girl
She was a ball of furry delight, eyes were pacific pearl
I said, "Sari ,you are now a mother
So you must not be antsy like other
Sari hugged her child,said”dad, no worry, she will be a whirl"