Tony Lane Poet Light Verse

Balloons

I love to watch the bulging balloons go floating by on Thanksgiving Day,
Filled with gas and bloated it’s hard to guess how much they must weigh.

It’s a tradition at our house to watch them parade as they go bounding by,
Look at that one wobble as he makes his way for a piece of pumpkin pie.

But all too soon the consumption parade comes to a crashing end,
As to the couches to watch the game the balloons will sleepily descend.

And into the clear blue November sky each of them dreamily soars,
The heights to which they rise are measured by the timber of their snores.

And when they awake an invisible rope guides them as if by fate,
To the microwave to heat up a second helping before it gets too late.

This time of year the only way they know that it’s time to stop,
Is when they hear an unnerving sound as one of them goes pop.

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Kj Hooten November 17, 2011 at 2:21 PM The only time I became that balloonful was while eating my father-in-law's barbecued chicken. Mesmerized by the flavor, I didn't stop until I did nearly pop. You describe it well. KJ Tony Lane November 17, 2011 at 3:17 PM You're my kind of people KJ.

Laura Breidenthal November 15, 2011 at 6:57 PM Beautiful imagery! You've really painted us quite a picture. Thanks for that. Always, Laura

John Freeman November 15, 2011 at 4:45 PM Great job Tony, and so true on Thankgiving and Christmas day. HAAAAAA! Love that pumpkin pie, tho Strawberry cheese cake is my favorite. Have a nice one tony. Agape, Moses

Carolyn Devonshire November 15, 2011 at 1:38 PM Hilarious, but this describes the Thanksgivings I recall from childhood, Tony. Dad always fell asleep watching the games as my mother chided, "If I had a ball, you'd look at me too." Thanks also for your comment. That video-game-addicted son really is a "run don't walk sign." Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich November 14, 2011 at 11:49 PM You are just too good at these kinds of poems, Tony!

Lizzie Treetop November 14, 2011 at 4:35 PM Absolutely delightful...Wish i was there enjoying those balloons with you! X Lizzie

Don Johnson November 14, 2011 at 2:05 PM loonie baloonies a passing high, in the novemeber sky, great poetry Tony of the Lane, johnsons stonkered for refraim, yes says i

Nette Onclaud November 14, 2011 at 2:03 PM i sure hope some of these balloons pop for great thanksgiving wishes, tony... a wow write!.:) huggs!

Gwendolen Song November 14, 2011 at 8:31 AM great parallels laced throughout this inflated write....do u send notes up to heaven on these balloons? Great idea. ....our contest is half filled....recruit entries if u need...lol.

Sara Kendrick November 14, 2011 at 8:30 AM Enjoyed reading your work..Glad that I chose this one..Got a chuckle or two from the creative work..Good luck if for a contest..Reads like a winner to me..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and leaving a kind review..Sara

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl November 14, 2011 at 5:05 AM I could almost see you on the end of that string Tony, well done. x

Suzanne C. Goudreau November 14, 2011 at 5:03 AM An excellently crafted piece of fine poetry. Your rhyming and rhythm are superbly done as well as your diction. The imagery is outstanding. Million thx for sharing!