Laurence Welk's own bubble machine
Blew airheads inside the pop scene
So puffed up with air
That they did not care
A needle delivers vaccine
College students today are a professor's worst nightmare
They come to class late, with ripped jeans and purple hair
Without a word of apology for interrupting what's going on
They proceed to bury their heads in their infernal smartphones
Texting and tweeting and checking out Facebook
They don't give a soul in the room so much as a look
While if asked to participate in an activity or discussion
They grumble under their breath and commence a-cussin'
As far as breaks go, if they're given fifteen minutes
The classroom's still empty after thirty; no one'll be in it
They regard homework assignments as affronts to their dignity
A test or an exam --- Why, that's a cancerous malignity
These arrogant airheads of asininity
Shout down those not of their affinity
But come the end of every semester
They all expect "A's" for their sanguininity
December 16, 2018
Entry in "Let 'Er Rip #2 Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: John Lawless
We were a group of Nerds, there was Kit Kat,
Mike and Ike, I'll never forget handsome Heath ;
and Slo Poke and I was Lemonhead cause I had,
blonde hair, and there was Whatchamacallit who always;
had Goobers.
One Pay Day we won 100 Grand gambling,
at a casino machine called, Milky Way and went on a Spree;
it was a Marathon and we were spending Mounds,
of Skittles until I said, Take 5 before we have;
like Zero.
So me and those Airheads each took our own paths,
for me it was a Rocky Road to happiness until Henry;
O Henry is my Starburst and dream,
he loves me Now and Later and not just because of the;
big money Skor.
_______________________________
October 5, 2018
Poetry/Verse/A Candy Wrapper Story
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1069-313-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
It seemed that poor Candy was doomed
Always looking for Mr. Good Bar
Every Mike and Ike in the book
She had dated yet none would go far
Indeed, she finds only Airheads
Like that old Jolly Rancher last week
She wouldn’t know the Three Musketeers
If they came up and kissed her on the cheek
She’s not shopping on 5th Avenue
If you really know what I mean
Hangin’ round with the Hot Tamales
And night clubs are just not her scene
This Marathon of a man hunt
Searching all of the known Milky Way
Has lead her to nothing but Goobers
Oh, when will she have her Pay Day
Her friends have been her Lifesavers
And one day we know she will Skor
She should Take5, let love come to her
Now and Later, for evermore
Finally it was PAY DAY,
and I felt like a 100 GRAND.
Even though you don't make MOUNDS of money,
selling HOT TAMALES from a stand.
I headed to the JOLLY RANCHER,
over on 5TH AVENUE and DOVE.
To grab some beers with MIKE AND IKE,
a couple of GOOBERS, whose company I love.
We may not be a bunch of SMARTIES,
but AIRHEADS we are not.
We know all about sports and WHATCHAMACALLIT,
just ask HEATH the bartender, he quizzes us a lot.
The THREE MUSKETEERS is what they call us,
we are the best of friends, BAR NONE.
The stories we tell are WHOPPERS,
they may hold ZERO truth, but still a lot of fun.
9/24/2018
We're the class of sweet '16! We're not tender vittles... we're Skittles! We're shooting Starbursts, reaching for the Milky Way. We aren't always Nerds-- we can be Airheads, too! :) We're on top of the world, even if we get the occasional Snickers! We may have to Crunch down on time once in a while, but you don't have to be the Three Musketeers to have Mounds of fun and Almond Joy! We do get the Snickers sometimes, huh?
*snicker
Reach out
Beyond the clouds
Reach out
Into the stars
THIS IS YOU
Part of it all
Stretch your imagination
Into the reality
Hold the galaxies
See them
Feel them
All
UNIVERSAL
THIS IS YOU
Push yourself
Past
The confines
Of your gravity
Beyond the clouds
And into eternity
Do you see it
Do you
THIS IS YOU
Lurking with its unbidden ghost
Behind every smile
We know
“ Let go ”
There was something
Somewhere
Once long ago
That even now we all remember
It call to us
From deep, so deep
Within the memories of our soul
“Let go ”
And we ache with the longing
So whispered
Within the ageless rivers of our lives
To be once more
That which we knew
You know
Yes you do
We all do
“ Let go ”
This is why so many seek
Alternate ways to fill the question of
And why so many
Of the fleeting answers
Offer them no cause or satisfaction
And this is why
They hunger for the world
When the world is right there before them
They cannot hear the answer
“ Let go ”
Even though it rings like a monumental BELL !
Through them
They reject the very idea
That anything
So profound
In all its implication
Could ever be
So simple
“ LET GO ”
I'm in the candy store, and man, i feel like a little boy,
Wanting to taste everything, but i should settle for some Almond Joy,
But who can focus on one, when there's so much,
My body gets weak, at the slightest of touch,
Of some Baby Ruth,
Man I'm telling y'all the truth,
I have an unstoppable candy addiction,
Airheads on my skin, surely causing some friction,
My favorite type of gum, is some sour Bubbalicious,
Butterfingers in my mouth, God, it taste so delicious,
Cherry Pop, Candy Cane, and some Candy Lipstick,
Jawbreakers, Red Hots, which ones do i pick,
Milk Duds, Mike & Ike, or how about some Twix,
Sweet candy everywhere, cant resist those Pixy Stix,
Jelly Belly, Jelly Nougat, i love those Jelly Beans,
Put my mom on the phone, get me a candy machine,
'Cause when i taste just one, it makes me want so much more,
Its like an orgy in my mouth, it makes me roll wild on the floor,
Sugar rushing all through my system,
My mom says enough, but heck, do i listen?
'Cause you cant stop me when i'm eating my treat,
Nothing can defeat me and those delectable heavenly sweets.
Waking up on Saturday morning as a kid
I did,
Playing hide-and-go-seek with my parents
I hid.
Watching early morning looney toons
on the tube,
It was funny seeing Wiley Coyote blow a fuse
too cool.
I Miss That Stuff ----
I used to go to my friend's house when
Nintendo came out,
We'd play Street Fighter 'till the sun
went down.
I'd go back home and eat mom's
fried chicken,
the little wings and on the side string
green beans.
I Miss That Stuff----
I remember frozen flavored ice, we called
them flips,
Either my mom would make them, or spend
.25 cents.
Remember those huge pickels, I do but
never did eat one,
Airheads are still my favorite, I'd love to
stretch each one.
I Miss That Stuff----
I miss the old days when no big
rims exsisted,
The city bus was useful, I'd love to
get in them.
Spending the night at grandma's house
was always something fun,
If I could go back now, I'd take each day
one by one.
I Miss That Stuff----
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