Cutting Room Floor Poems - 9
Lumping the bad ones, and ouch, some of these are pretty bad.
My Thought on Endicott
My name is Chevy Endicott
I am Chevy, you are not.
Endicott Peabody is my backward brother,
and there is no other.
We make these statements, tongue in cheek,
just because we are unique,
and that's all I have to say
about Endicott today.
Quantum Brain
She suffered depression, postpartum.
Her kids, she didn't even want 'em,
The doc looked into her head,
and cleared things up when he said
her brain was entangled and quantum.
Ovoid, Pedagogic Creature
An ovoid creature, intoned, pedagogic,
a speech which left the students catatonic.
In reasoning that eluded me
he abruptly concluded, "See -
that's logic!"
Coming Out
The Grimms were academic sages,
locking souls in yellowed pages,
till two of them came out
as Wolf to Red would gayly shout,
"I haven't seen you in ages".
Netanyahu
Netanyahu,
I question you
and your use of might,
and I'm not an antisemite.
Grumpy
Grumpy,
he was, and why? Disney's dwarf was stumpy.
At birth, he was dwarfened,
only to be orphaned.
Mammy
Mammy, mammy don't you know me?
No, I don't believe we've met.
Perhaps, there's something you can show me.
to prove you're not all wet.
Could it be that she'd forgot?
Let's listen in, let's hear
the would be mother, the sniveling snot,
to see if he's one she held dear.
Mammy, mammy, I've walked many a mile
just so I could see your smile.
Just keep talkin', talkin's free,
while I place a call to security.
Probability of Blow Up
Mercury that rises
bumps the odds,
and tweaks the ire of the gods,
that I may blow up and dies-es,
but when the weather's cool or fair,
there is no reason to despair.
The probability then decreases,
that I will be in pieces.
A Vegetarian Heard
A vegetarian heard the rant
coming from a plant.
Don't you understand, it is no good,
I wasn't born to be your food.
Kentucky
I know I've got to try
before my soul and spirit fly
to make it to Kentucky before I die
where the music of eternity
is the best and it is free.
Price of Oil
For what ideals shall we strive -
for what must we work and toil?
Is the reason that we shall live
to be the price of oil?
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