BARRY
A young man was called Barry Kirk
On our farm for a while he did work
taught me how to catch fish
for the big one I'd wish
He indicated where trout liked to lurk
GEORGE
George financially now on the skids
Has fathered way too many kids
many girlfriends and wives
kid twenty nine now arrives
States no more with a blink of both of his eyelids
SURNAME MAGUIRE
A man with surname Maguire
Some children he wanted to sire
took a woman to bed
let's do it she said
Satisfied his burning desire
ANOREXIC
Anorexic she's poorly and thin
No muscle strength found from within
bent in the middle
whilst playing the fiddle
Her sister an identical twin
TATTOO
This man a tattoo on his tummy
Looked like the face of his Mummy
he never grew up
remains a young pup
Age thirty eight still sucks on a dummy
MILLIE
An unfortunate madam called Millie
Stood on the end of Tom's willy
he cried out in pain
don't do that again
It'll shrink even more when it's chilly
encountered in the experiential
draft to drift and incidental
tangled shoelaces, untamed minds
delve and tease, see what we find
divine direction, you are the flow
gather me up, I wish to go
no back up if lose all trace
I'm unabashed by what we chase
curl and spiral, wrap me in reeds
submerge, nurture, sow the seeds
overcome and utterly entrance
thrill by thrill a delicate dance
I see your thoughts, you see through me
evaporation the lock and the key
I'm safe, you're sound, the code is stored
of tangents as yet unexplored
some absolutes as we lay spent
minds opened though nil bad intent
capacity is judge and jury
no will or blame or complex stories
who you are is who you might be
the disillusion is that we're free
If you think ants are busy, you should seek
Barry the beaver living down by Chesapeake
Gnawing down trees with every tooth in his head
Barry works twenty-four seven and will ‘til he’s dead.
~ To be read with an Irish brogue ~
Mary, please marry 'me merry Barry'
'Me merry Berry,' Mary, please marry
Don’t marry Matty
Don’t marry Moti
Marry 'me Barry,' ~ Be merry, Mary
Barry
What have you done
you dirty little boy?
Destroyed a country
like your hated toy.
The Father of Rock and Roll was not Elvis.
It was Chuck Barry, wild man from Chicago
He was the rhythm and blues king
His guitar solos and showmanship are legend.
Today we still hear some of his best songs on the radio.
Johnny Be Good, Nadine, Maybelline, Ding-a-Ling
Sweet Little Sixteen, Memphis Tennessee
He was amazingly talented, and marvelously fun to watch!
Incarcerated
Love for humanity? truth?
Breaking the net; soon !
Whistle... and I'll come to you...
Through the sea, across the land
And with my mittens,
Warm your hand
[Inspired by reading "S.O.S. Titanic" by Eve Bunting. Read it to see.
This is dedicated to them, it is not a poem from me to anyone else.]
Bouncy bountiful blustery buxom Babs
Brought Bossy Bonnie beautiful blueberries
Bonnie baked Babs’ brother blueberry bisque
Bashful Barry bet Babs that Bossy Bonnie believed
Barry could become her beleaguered boyfriend
Babs bellowed beautifully, because she believed it too.
Women know which men to marry
And Normal Woman won’t tarry;
To keep praising her Sir Barry
But it’s going to be Larry,
Barry to keep giving her Garri
To keep enjoying it Larry…
And she’d keep flirting with Harry,
Who her great burdens does carry;
Ceremonial thanks to Zorro
Who in her behalf would borrow,
Promising creditors morrow
But bed-time sleeping in sorrow…
Poor Zorro who does hard soils harrow
And watch over sows that farrow.
In Central Park, an owl lived
And Barry was her name,
So cute and charismatic
She attained a well-earned fame.
Arriving in October
To her favorite hemlock tree,
She preened and stretched and hunted
Every night, for all to see.
Her mere existence brought such joy
New Yorkers gathered ‘round
To photograph or just observe
This treasure they had found.
Her recent death, colliding with
A maintenance-crew truck,
Brought sorrow to so many
Who admired her looks and pluck.
A vigil for her drew a crowd
To bid a fond farewell
To a special creature who changed lives
By visiting a spell.
Barry Manilow,
where did you go?
You had so many hit records we got to know.
The ball started rolling with your recording of "Mandy"
That led to a career that proved dandy.
Along with your recorded music that was swell,
you composed famous commercial jingles as well.
You certainly earned a lot of admiration and praise.
Tell us, what have you been doing these days?
Sweet Lemmy’s a cute pussy cat,
bright coloured balls he loves to pat,
cat treats he adores,
he’s fast on his paws,
and pounces like an acrobat.
08/24/20
Sweet Sarah got ready to bake
A sticky rich dark ginger cake
Her flour was appaulin’ -
vile weevils were crawlin’
to use it would be a mistake!
Those weevils could make her cake sour
So Sarah gets rid of that flour
She emits a cus
Then hops on a bus…
She’s baking in less than an hour
For Barry with my love
08/20/20
As the Ghost of Gasperella watched from his perch
He was drenched from his pants to his shirt
But before the gridiron battle ended and the Knights still had the mission to be defended,
In the bowl game that was dealing with conditions that were a messing
There was one more question that needed a dressing,
On this day looking for talent at their best
At stake was the spread that determined who would go home with the treasure chest
Having one last chance the herd could steal the money
During a game where the weather was supposed to be warm and sunny,
Strategically sending a fling the herd threw a bomb that might have hit the King.
Only problem was there was a Knight there to intercept this act of might.
With nothing more to say
The knights added to the score which made them take home the gold before Christmas Day.
In conclusion when it does rain
Do as the Ghost of Gasperella did and enjoy the game
That was really a final exam for those searching for fortune and fame.
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