Whimsy
Humour is not always fun
Sometimes it’s out of place
But when it strikes it could just put
A smile upon your face.
While walking barefoot on the sand
And contemplating woe,
The muse of humour happened by
And this I did compose:
I am a small and tiny toe
And of the colour pink
I complement my foot so well -
Just love to walk in sync.
I am a large and funny bone
I do my best to charm
And with my bendy sense of fun
My humour can disarm.
I am a nose, a nosy thing
I lead us here and there
Smelling smoke from far-off fires
Just watch my nostrils flare.
Three verses will suffice for now
My muse she has grown tired
I have run out of body parts
That seem to be inspired.
Have I gained from making up
Some humour in this way?
I have not thought of woe at all,
That’s all that I can say.
wiry wily
snakily snake
like a load of spaghetti
all coily not straight
roundy and writhy
curly with flow
like stringy all knotty
and cotton to sew
a scribble of dribble
all longy in length
and bendy and turny
beginning to end
spirally spiralled
wriggly and roll
wiggled and wavy
like a zigzaggy pole
snakey and snakile
like an old twisty loop
sinewed and mazy
or ouroboros hoop
so anyway a snake
a snake anyway
did I mention a snake
I think I did say
It's awfully untrendy
to be slender, long and bendy
but it helps to have reach
when seeking the peach,
chuckled Sebastian to Wendy
On looking through the window
A humorous sight I'd seen,
A quartet of lively ewes
Were playing Tag on the green.
Leaping over twisted logs,
Around the rocks they skipped,
Sweeping round the bendy field.
Down and up they dipped.
Butting heads and locking horns,
Bumping each other in the side -
( I think if I was one of them
I'd be terrified! )
At times it looked violent.
But it's their way of having fun.
What a joy to watch these adult sheep
Baa and play and run!
The foxglove Summer has tripped away
I am farmed out far from home
Alone, with strange tongues
Winter slips quietly into
The far corner of my comfort
While the Mouse size room sleeps
Night has stolen days short hours
Pulling at the rare white light
It tip toes past in a dust stream
Cold glass holed, and damp cardboard
Subdue the pin-pointed reflections of me
And darkness has side stepped itself
Slowly daylight drips itself into
Watery, blurred, sleep filled eyes and
A jig-sawed dawn arrives in pieces
Blue chilled noses appear from itchy blankets
From Winter pressing heavy down
Frosted Jack the Cat slips on grey slate
Frozen breath particles float upward
The shy Sun, mixes stiff scary shadows
Cold toes string like pegs too the floor
Ah, smell hot tea, drifting in a saucer
It snakes up bendy in the stairwell
Its heady scent sweet too the senses
Yawning and hot, a pot black Stove
The thin day slides in under the front door
A letter arrives, accompanied by voices carrying tears.
Did I plant bamboo for the green?
Did I plant bamboo for the white?
When snow suggests that it
lean,
it's tippy-tops aren't at heavenward height
but, rather curled and frozen
somewhere between
the snow-clouds and snowdrifts.
These icicly moments of serene
are not only moments but rites;
snow-gifts.
So, green or white
white or green
it's bendy Kung Fu
serenes this milieu.
If a dainty pink flower I would be,
I would choose the delicate peony.
Anteater friendly,
Really bendy,
Encouraging him to lick ants off me.
It was ridiculous
Maniculous, fradiculous, arithmodus, calcrickulous.
A form of math I had never seen.
A counting in a way quite mean
Not algebra, not palgebra.
Something weirdly salgabra.
The newest new new math the teacher bragged
It was so slimey and sneaky,
So algebra-creaky
So non-user friendly
It had no parts bendy
I called up my doctor, I called up a priest
A lawyer, a dentist, a baker with yeast
Beats me they all said
As they scurried away
Never saw anything like it
Back in the day
Years ago, the straws we used
Were paper ones, some striped.
Then plastic ones took over,
Since their sturdiness was hyped.
My grandkids love the bendy-types
In neon-colored hues,
Especially when from the box
Their favorites they can choose.
But it has been discovered
That these plastic straws pollute
And injure many animals
And human beings, to boot.
So Starbucks just announced that they
Won’t serve them anymore
And other corporations plan
To even up the score.
They’ll all revert to paper,
So old-fashioned and iconic;
Seems some “retro” things were better,
Which is just a bit ironic.
'Being me' #EDS #chronicillness #Chiari #pain #fatigue
No rest in day, cant sleep at night
I've even lost my appetite
No fix for me, no cure in sight
No help towards my daily fight
The pain runs deep, too tired to weep
Fall back to bed in restless heap
"Stop being down, don't show your frown"
"Get outside, don't slip that crown"
"Keep on smiling, just fight through"
I hope you'll never have a clue
"It can't be that bad, it's just the stress"
That drives me mad I must confess
Don't tell me what I know's a lie
Torn body is my alibi
Just coz you never heard of this
Don't think it's fine to be remiss
Genetic joints and bendy brain
I'd prefer it if you did refrain
From making out its in my head
You think I love a life in bed?
I pretend 'I'm fine' most every day
It's better for all of you that way
But on days like these I must confess
The act does slip, I look a mess
Some days I rest and be myself
Like scattered dust on ageing shelf
Sorry it doesn't suit your mood
Or makes me sound in constant brood
I know that if you felt this way
"So sorry love" I'd hear you say
"I had no idea, not one clue"
"At how you cope with being you".
Hot cheese pizza
four slices, mmm.
Square table at
Round Table.
Diet Pepsi
bendy straw
sports channel on wall TV
palm trees outside
must be Florida
oh wait, no:
California.
Along the road I wandered
Without knowing what would be
As I turned the corner
There was something I could see
I saw a glimpse of something
A memory from my past
Suddenly my eyes were open
My mouth was set aghast
For when I turned the corner
I realised it was strife
You never know what's round there
On the bendy road of life
Now I steer quite freely
Through every twist and peak
Whatever things may come my way
Could change in just one week
Manipulation
Doctrines, Orders, at times, Education
Aim to accomplish manipulation!!
Message permanently caged in store;
Is a hand working puppet from the core!!
You either learn to change your mind
Or learn to change your humankind!!
Civilisations that we blindly receive
Humanities will permanently bereave!!
Claptrap compels you to avidly learn:
“Boy, good Titles are a thing to earn,”
On split boots, bendy legs then stagger
Weighed down by on-the-job blabber!!
Nay, clever and lively children we bear
Till by controls at School learn to fear!!
And, many cartoons that on TV feature
Educate infantile minds to fear nature!!
For, with a villain’s loud, eerie growl
Tells minds that evils are on the prowl!!
Invariable evils, minds they manipulate
To fear Good and Villains to emulate!!!
JM
13th March 2014
A tree house built with love and care
Things are scattered everywhere
A tire swing hung on a chain
For getting dizzy and insane
A pool filled up with lots of toys
Water fun and happy joys
Flowers growing in a row
Sun showers to help them grow
A puppy with some muddy paws
Icy drinks with bendy straws
Hoses make a waterfall
Filling up a big beach ball
Kites so pretty flying high
Along with birds and butterflies
A rainbow in the sky so bright
Sparkly stars light up the night
Bouncing on a trampoline
Music for a dancing scene
Burgers and hot dogs are grilling
Lots of food for tummy filling
Months of summer fun to be
Enjoyed by friends and family
There once was a sweet thing named Cindy
Who tripped and went end over endy
She showed off her ass
To the delight of this lass
But alas, she's so straight she won't bendy.
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