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There once was a poet extraordinaire,
Who composed sweet poetry with great care.
She wanted to find true love.
So, she prayed to God above.
He swiftly answered, “Sweetheart, you must forbear.”
Forbearance was her lonely heart’s nightmare.
She was a passionate woman with flare.
Singing in a high octave.
Counting petals of foxglove.
She drank martinis alone in her lair.
A brilliant mind with hope and a prayer,
Resting her head on a lonely armchair.
Praising spirits up above,
She heard Ron’s voice, cute white dove.
Alas, she found him…marriage…love so fair.
(Linda-Marie, I used your profile picture for inspiration for this contest entry.)
© March 31, 2011
There once was this girl who was pretty
Who resided in New York City
Got mugged Friday night
Weak attempt at a fight
Life as a harlot is such a pity
the weather outside is cold
and without someone to hold
the nights are long
i sing this song
i feel like i am old
Staring at the shy pale moon*
I came to realize rather soon
That without you on my side
My sorrow wasn’t able to hide
That bright night of month June!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 MARCH 2014
*Inspired by a Limerick written
by Mystic Rose!
There once was a man that was lackluster
Who's life was one giant cluster
Writes a suicide note
He slits his throat
Blank stares are all his family can muster
Once long ago on a school visit to the zoo
My little one had just begun elementary school
High up on a tree branch sat a lonely owl
With his huge eyes shut, he could pass for any old fowl
Suddenly, he opened them and questioned, “Who? Who?”
When I look around... I See that It's abound
Whatever it Is... It wants Peace
Peace of mind... An everlastingly Bind
No racketeering... It isn't Blind
It Sees More than what you see.
Limerick : Once a Lonely Grand-Dad in a Log-Jam
Once a Lonely Grand-Dad in a Log-Jam
Paid an urgent visit to a Grande-Dame*
She lifted the stuck log
During Pea-Souper smog
Damn ! Got carried down Grand-Dad Rapids – Wham !
* Dame : pronounced as in French
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Francine is nothing but a little skin and a bit of bone.
She works from her house and she lives all alone.
The old gal eats just a little;
Plays the violin, not the fiddle;
And she speaks to herself on the phone.
Wally Johns was a very jolly fella.
He slipped into a very fancy gala.
Immediately Wally lit up a smoke.
Then he told an insensitive tasteless joke.
Now Wally Johns is a sad toothless fella.