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I'm Huck

I’m Huck, and my last name is Finn. On the great Mississippi I’ve been playing hooky from school ‘cause there ain’t any rule that can keep Huckleberry caged in. I bet that you’ve already read about the fun life that I’ve led, how I got a bad foe that they called Injun Joe and how me and Tom one time played dead! I ain’t nothin’ special, just Huck. In my boyhood forever I’m stuck. Just one kid needs to look at the words in Twain’s book and I’ll stay alive - with any luck! *My character, of course, is Huckleberry Finn, taken from the novel of the same title, written by a very witty humorist, Samuel Clemens, AKA Mark Twain. Written 4/20/14 by Andrea Dietrich for the "Become a fictitious character taken from a book (or a movie) ! Free Poetry Contest" of Giorgio A.V.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Words of Whiskey

McGee’s Tall Tale

I first saw McGee with his back facing me
sitting in the Pub with a pint
When Finn, asked him "Tell us a Tale"
So, he stood up and said "I just might"

His face looked grim, as I studied him
and his eyes were fixed and glistened 
"Boys,  This will blow your moorings away, 
with a tale, if you just, sit and listen"

"On a stormy night, all the hatches were tight,
and our cargo was lashed with strong ropes
With my years spent at sea, never thought it'd be me
Who was finding it hard just to cope"

Mcgee's voice became weak, as he started to seek
something to drink from his mug
"Quick,  buy him a beer, No, take mine, it's right here" 
As Finn pulled out a stout jug

Then McGee took as sip, held the jug by his hip
And proceeded to render his tale
“There was a monster you see, as big as could be,
One that could eat a large whale”

Now, the men were all tense, and the monster immense
Growing bigger, with each pull of the plug
And the waves got much taller while the poor ship grew smaller
Each time McGee sipped from the jug  
“ This monster you see”, said half drunken McGee
“Was a Kraken, attacking the ship,
 took one look at me, pulled me down in the sea
With a lethal and almighty grip”

From out of the blue, Finn yelled “ What did you do ” ?
As McGee let loose with a laugh
With the free drinks all through, McGee said, “You Fool,

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015

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There Is Bad And There Is Very Bad

McGee walks in, looking for Finn
Through the door of the local pub
His head hanging down, with the saddest of frowns
Put his hand on Finn's shoulder, and rubbed

As McGee then sat down, Finn notice his frown
And asked him why he's so sad
"I have some bad news I have to tell you
and some I'm afraid's, very bad"

"What could it be, tell it to me
And start with the bad new" Finn said
"Your Doctor told me, it'd be better you see
If it's from a close friend, instead

This Is the note, your Doctor has wrote
That I'm cursed with having to give
It comes as a pain, but I'll just say it plain
You have 24 hours to live

"You don't say said Finn", and he spoke out again
"And you claim you have worse news to say
"What could be worst ?" McGee had to burst'

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2016

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Finn Mcgee and Me part3

MacJock looked uptight

When we said "That's not right,

We're not paying one pence you see" 

Den Finn swung and missed

With his powerful fist

And it landed on the jaw of McGee

MacJock grabbed a bottle

Intending to throttle

The closest poor sod in his way

And this caused a ruckus

McGee was so luckless

It certainly wasn't his day 

But when Macjock hit McGee

He went flying you see

And busted MacJock's new table

Then McGee tossed a chair

Clear through the air

Hoping MacJock to disable

The others ensued 

In this Hullaballoo 

Until, all I could see was the brawl

There were glasses and mugs

Bottles and jugs 

Smashing against every wall

The place was a mess

I sure can attest

When the fightin' came to its end

Not an eye was still blinking

So I started thinking

Dat its tyme to go 'ome un mend

Just one more part will end it

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

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Back Then (Prime)

       Wood stove
                     One big room
                           Teacher, six grades, love
                                         Chaos, respect, learning, fun
                      Dodge Ball, lunch box, blue crayons, Huckleberry Finn

For Nigel's contest, sigh...way back when...

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009

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Fishing Buy The Pound

Finn and Mcgee
went fishing once more
With the money they saved up all year

They rented a cabin 
up by the lake
And filled it with fish bate and beer

For two weeks of fishing
They made it their mission 
To wake up and start at first light

With poles in their hands
They hardly could wait
For a big fish to come up and bit

Day after day
They fished and they fished
but barely got even a nibble

Then on the last day
McGee caught a trout
That apparently wasn't so fickle

Now on the way Home
Finn said " McGee
You Know what this fish, has cost you----

---A thousand Quid"
"Well Finn, if it did
Then I glad I didn't catch two"

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

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Boreas God of the North Wind

Boreas, God of the North Wind Wind god Boreas…god Of Winter and North Wind Swept down from cold northern mountains of Thrake He blew Cold icy gusts Of breath from bloated cheeks Hair and beard spiked with ice, wide mouth Howling Sometimes Seen as horse-shaped Purple-winged swift stallion He swept down on mares early spring To sire Horses For King of Troy Mated with Trojan mares Fathered the swift, wind-shaped stallions For him He found King of Athens’ Daughter, Oreithyia In riverside meadow, playing, Dancing Enthralled by her dancing And struck with mad desire He abducted her to the sky To wed Hid her In soft white clouds Their love seeded daughter Khione, beautiful goddess Of Snow Sons, the Boreades, Chased away the Harpies That threatened the King Phineus Of Thrake Athens Celebrated Boreas Festivals Praising him, the god of the cold North Wind © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved ~1st Place~ Contest: Gods of Winds Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Judged: 01/02/2015 Website used for research: http://www.theoi.com/Titan/AnemosBoreas.html _________________________________________________________________ Pronunciations: Boreas (vaw reh aas) Thrack (thrak) Oreithyia (aw ree thee aa) Khione (key own knee) Boreades (vaw reh ad es) Phineus (finn ee us)

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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A remembered innocence

The taste of a mid summers rain on my tongue,
drenching my clothes and tickling my unsullied skin,
from dawn to dusk those days seemed so long,
pulling luscious apples from trees imitating original sin,
contemplating the forever stars and staring into infinity,
my innocent soul searching for truth and affinity.
The feeling of freedom riding my first bicycle,
those eerie shadows cast by dim street lights,
puffing and panting running up a nearby hill,
exhaling breath on cold and forlorn wintry nights
the aromas of a Sunday roast from a homely kitchen,
one of my hero's was a boy named Huckleberry Finn.
Climbing trees is always a boyhood adventure,
flying a kite on the calming breeze of a lazy afternoon,
running home from school was a real thirst quencher,
daring each other to enter a cemetery during a full moon,
teasing each other to knock on the door of the haunted house,
sneaking out of the back door quiet as a church mouse,
mocking the wobbly men coming out the local pub,
excitedly waiting for the doors to open at the youth club.
Listening to pop songs under the blankets,
sitting on the stairs and eavesdropping on adult talk,
my friends and I were a mischievous crew of cheeky bandits,
playing hopscotch crudely designed with colored chalk,
sneaking downstairs to peak inside our Christmas presents,
stifling excitement as we nervously realized some contents.
All our worries and fears were vanquished by mums and dads,
from boyhood to manhood were magical in between days,
with hindsight and learned wisdom my naivety was just a phase, 
girls were girls and boys were boys just innocent lasses and lads.

Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2016

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Happy Heat

Happy Heat

I had no Huck Finn
sort of existence except
for summertimes
at the lake.  

Walking the state road,
tar melting like licorice
as I worked it with my shoes.
air shimmered ahead.

Sure I saw puddles, 
I was always fooled.
Upon approaching the enigmatic sizzle, 
it was dry as a bone.

Now I step back into youth’s
mirages where life was glucose,
easily digested, and I never looked
behind except to see how far I’d come.

In my place of distance,
the simple sound of leaves 
in the wind flailing to escape
undulating branches brings me back.

Oh I am happy now
…. Yet…,
forward was limitless.

Today the future is slightly bound.
Pretend puddles puzzle me still. 

Copyright © kathryn collins | Year Posted 2012

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Good Old Clean X-Rated Fun

bastard file
a file of the commercial grade of coarseness between coarse and second-cut.

Mary O'Connor
The church going kind
Needed to find a new job
But without some experience 
In most kinds of work
She just stood on the sidewalk and sobbed

Then along came McVey
In his usual way
Heading to open his store
When he saw our poor Mary
Crying away,
As he saw her there crying before

But this time he spoke
And asked "What's the trouble"
Her reply was "I need a position"
He invited her in, and gave he a job
But it came with one firm condition 

Dear Mary you know
About how things go
In a hardware store of this kind
The men are real tough
And talk kind of rough
Their speech is not very refined

Oh, Mister McVey, 
I'll be OK
Just give me a chance to show
So, with one eye, he winked and gave her a nod
Then said "We'll just see how things go"

Well, Her first day went find
When McGee stood in line
As he asked to look at some files
As he looked in the case
She asked without haste 
"Can I help you," while donning a smile

So he made his request
Now, here came the test
As he stated he needed a Bastard
Her face became red 
As her hands held her head
Embarrassment, something she mastered

She gave him what for
And showed him the door
Then ran to McVey
In the back
McVey asked "What's wrong"
Then she sung him a song
About how she was under attack

When she, had finished 
Her crying, diminished
McVey place his hand on her arm
Then simply explained
"That's just what it's named,
McGee didn't mean any harm"

"Oh now, I feel silly
I'm such a dumb filly
I'll get back to work if I may"
But McVey gave permission
for a brief intermission
Until she was feeling OK

She went back on the Floor
As Finn waltzed through the door
And saying he needed a file
In a most pleasant way
She proceeded to say
We have Bastards, Right here in this isle 

Finn squinted both eyes
As he looked 'round and spied
His lips now formed a small pucker
He took from the bin
As he said with a grin
I tink I'll just take this wee F***er

Sorry Carol---This may explain why I get so many N/A's

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015

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X Marks The Spot

Once a year, it's the season, I fear
That lures us three, to the loch
Were we rent a boat, in earnest we hope
To catch all the fish, that they stock

McGee, he was rowing, I told him, "Start Slowing"
For here, looks like a good spot
The anchor cast in, by our big strong friend, Finn
I'm just glad he remembered the knot 

It didn't take long, we were hit by a throng
Seemed like, every dam fish in the lake
We all wore a grin, while we pulled them all in
'Cause we didn't have time to use bait

When the Day was done, so was our fun
As our boat was filled to the brim
I fumbled about, and pull up some stout
As the Sun was now getting dim

As we sat their all drinking, Finn started thinking
I wish we could find our way here
Or mark this grand hole, so we would all know
The place we should fish, come next year

That's when McGee, said "I know the key"
Then produced a piece of white chalk
"I'll mark on the bow, the place we are now
So next year we'll know we ought !

Finn then gave in, as he said with a grin
'It's your Genius, McGee that I fear
But how do you know, as rentals will go
We'll be getting the same boat next year" 

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

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The World Without the Self

Between conjecture and classification there is
observation, experiment, data (collection and analysis),
statistics, calculus, and a good guess
about God's intentions - probabilities, fractals, chaos and complexity.
This is the thunderous city.

The form of the poem, the rhyme.
 Form cannot be first if you want to reach high artistic levels, since
      you are then bound by form, and that form is very often a
      betrayal of reality.
Yet I find I am attracted all the time
to philosophies in short skirts, jewels and eyes lined with kohl.
I love where her legs lead, to her very soul.

Three women hike by under an umbrella in a winter rain. Two men side
      by side run in rhythm.
An oil truck takes the hill in low steady gear.
My old Marine, 89, died last night without anxiety or fear.
May I overcome my pain enough to reach the place  where the deer lay
      down their bones
and, like them, die alone.

 When making an axe handle, the pattern is not far off.
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world's innumerable
The periodic table, World Wars I and II, Huckleberry Finn and Jim.
      But soft,
what light through yonder window breaks?
It is a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second without which
      nothing can be done or faked.

 The temple bell stops, but the sound still comes out of the flowers.
Forests and the composite species will be nameless. Genetic prowess,
receiving the sacrament, performing Lohengrin from the Great American
the look of love in all the wrong places, facebook,
fakebooks, folios of old family photos on or in pianos.

How can I be both still and skilled?
When we took Pop-Pop off the ventilator, we put him in a refrigerator.
He stopped eating, he stopped breathing. Circle with a dot.
 He had his dream, he'd rowed his boat.
No single line can completely explain - or rhyme - or untie this knot.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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For this Turk Turku is a 1-horse
city but he has got to have horse
sense. He will not be as happy as a peacock in Turkey.
Hindi, the Turk word for turkey, is how we'll call this turkey.
Hindi, when living in Turkey, was a horse
dealer. Today he's no longer into horse
trading. He quit selling that drug. One morning
when he got up all his belongings were gone
He was shocked & almost started mourning
over this theft like a baby. His gun

gone too. Instead of going bananas
he sat down & thought: "That a lot of my country fellas have a monkey
on their backs is my bad! I won't cry over my pilfered pelf! No more monkey
business! From now on I decide to be a good egg!
I'm starting a new life! Today I cease being a yegg"
The Turk turkey put all his eggs
in one basket & wended his way to Turku!

He got a job in a Turkish bath as a front desk clerk. One noon he met a not
pigheaded porky from Alaska who told him had quit smoking blunt cold turkey
of late & was quite itching to relapse. Hindi didn't want to be a cold turkey
nowadays so he gave him advice on withdrawal. He jotted down some
notes for the porcupine to read & apply & didn't ask, at all, a sum
of money in exchange for the nice advice. The porky thanked him a lot & got
inside the bath. Finn tongue was Greek to Hindi
Whenever he had a chance, took a gander at

the phrasebook to learn Finnish.
At 5 pm he was glad to finish
his shift get the puck
out of that place
go home have duck
soup & plaice.
He wanted to invite the hake for supper. The latter
refused, didn't want to feel like a fish out of water.
Hindi, quite offended, told him off but it was like water
off a duck's back. He didn't want dinner alone, so
he thought who else could come. Bingo! The sow!
And she did. He did indeed bring home the bacon.
The food was very simple to prepare. It was duck
soup. He was cocksure the sow would love duck
soup & plaice. For dessert, a piece of cake
they'd have. Cooking all this was a piece of cake
without doubt. When nosh was ready, the sow
brooded over & said: "Wait a sec. This is so
weird. You invited the hake, a fish, to eat plaice.
You're eating duck & you're a turkey. In place
of eating explain. Are you a cannibal?" "Clam
up & pig out!" he said, not happy as a clam.

"O In a pig's eye I will! You are such a cold fish!
Horsefeathers! Besides, I am no longer hungry!
I've never seen anything like this in Hungary!"

"I eat duck soup and, if I want to, I cook my goose!"

The sow, horrified, at once did for sure vamoose.

Copyright © Ivo Cosentino | Year Posted 2014

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Magical Journey

Are you ready for a truly magical journey?
Pick up a book and dive into a magical world, where anything is possible.
In a book, you can go exploring the jungle with Tarzan and little Mowgli.
Dive underneath the sea with Captain Nemo or help find pirate treasure with young Jim Hawkins.
Help solve mysteries with Sherlock Holmes or help a secret garden come alive again with Mary, Colin and Dickon.
When you are reading a book, you can go anywhere & do anything.
You can explore faraway places, discover new things or learn something you never knew before.
So get ready for a magical journey, where you just might end up down a rabbit hole with Alice or float down a river with Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. 

Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2016

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Adventure Time

Adventure Time
come on, grab your friends
We'll go to very distant lands
Jake the dog and Finn the human
the fun never ends
Adventure Time'
I guess this is where I step in
Just a boy,14
A sense of adventure in my heart
while my brain is always a throw, a skip, a beat off
My life
I have really lived it up these past 14 years
with my best friend, with my brother
a magic dog who's also now a proud father
I became a legend by defeating 'The Farm'
I battled back and forth with death
I've rode crazy trains marked with a figure eight
close friends with a vampire queen from a sphere where no one can escape
What compels me
What forces me to follow through with the things I do
I guess I'm just living it up as a kid
but where I did I go
when I was doing everything I could to win the heart
of a princess of bubblegum
Where did I go
when I would sit huddled upon my treehouse floor
BMO trying to comfort me
while I held a lock of her hair in my hands
singing softly about my heart being in knots
Where did I go
right back into the fray
to chasing after the princess of flames
Man was she beautiful
Man was she out of this world
I...I never felt that way about anyone
I was peaked, I liked her
I was, I was curious but on edge
She made me forget how to breathe
yet she made me feel more intense
Was she dangerous
or was it my fear that she didn't know enough of the world
that someday she would set fire to everything
and I would have to combat the very beauty of disaster
I've fallen for
She made me forget how to breathe
and she made me forget how to speak
It took a cosmic owl to tell me
'You blew it'
for me to realize I really did
and I commenced my sense of being grey
but I've learned to pick myself back up, somehow
Still sometimes I wish I could carelessly
live a life like good ol' cinnamon bun
He just lives a life crazy antics
carefree life
while doing a front flip into a punch bowl
or attempting to learn acrobatics
being the lucky one to help flame princess run a kingdom
Adventure Time
it's my life
Adventure Time
come on, grab your friends
I always keep mine close
even Simon, the king of ice
even Simon, with his crazy crowny weirdness
We'll go to very distant lands
I've traveled all over Ooo
I've seen a lot of things
I've done some stupid things
but I'm a hero just the same
Jake the dog
well Jake is my brother, I couldn't ask for anyone better
Fin the Human
Well let me formerly introduce myself
I am Fin the Human
the fun will never end
Even with the random and crazy things
that happen to me
that happen in the land of Ooo
that exist in the world I live in
the fun never ends
I enjoy every single second
Adventure Time 
Welcome to my life

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

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What Might Have Been Grand by Wee Luck Mc Gee

Well, Finn and Mc Gee 
Were riding along
Headed back home
When something looked wrong

So, Finn off his horse
Now looked all around
He said, "We are lost
But, there's something we've found"

"Look at this massive 
Whole in this plain
We'll never get home
This is insane"

"A canyon like this
What an unlucky find
We can't ride around it
We haven't the time"

"And we can't ride down through it
There isn't a way
If even there was
We'd be dead in a day"

So Mc Gee very calmly
with shovel in hand
Said "Well, we'd better get crackin'
And fill it with sand"

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2014

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The Deep South

The deep South has a lot of swamp creatures. The South's got alligators, some frogs, live catfish, bugs (flies, e.g.), and stuff. These here parts have been a part of these Southern United States of America since the Civil War, especially when Abraham Lincoln had freed the African-American ancestors and ended slavery. Going to the deep South is like going to either the Florida Everglades, or a rural Alabama town called Summerdale on a Sunday afternoon. What's so great about the deep South is when he or she is laid back, relaxing for a little while, and drinking a glass of homemade lemonade or sweet iced tea on a hot afternoon. Sometimes, the South maybe a bit boring for some people, but the deep South has many life-changing adventures, especially that of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn" written by Mark Twain. Now, how good is that? Everybody is friendlier in these here Southern parts, that includes the locals who are residing in the deep South. Oh, if only the deep South were to come to the Central time zone. And if there's going to be a party in the deep South sometime soon, it'll be like a Mardi Gras in New Orleans, Louisiana, on a Saturday night during the summer time. Boy, do I love the south. And if the deep South and its rural towns in different Southern states like Alabama, Mississippi, South Carolina, and Georgia were to remain a part of these here United States, that would be great.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

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A Little Towns Secret Part 1 True Story

     This is how it all started. My brother and me were watching Larry
King on CNN. It was his talk show. His special guest was Dr. Ellen
Crystall. She had written a book called Silent Invasion. It was about
UFO's in a little Township called Pinebush. His topic of discussion 
was about her book, and UFO's.
     My brother and me felt the topic to be amusing, because we didn't
believe in little green men or UFO's. We sat there thinking how 
crazy people are to buy this fairy tale book of Dr. Crystall's.
     She claimed that in this little Town of Pinebush, nestled in the
Catskill Mountains of NY State, there were these aliens that were
mining the earth for Titanium, Beryilium, and Zirconium, metals.
     My brother and me could not believe the statement she was 
making. We were laughing so hard. That was until she looked 
straight at the camera and challenged us by saying. " If you don't
believe go to Pinebush and see for yourself."
     The show was over and I started thinking of what she had said.
I didn't believe. Her challenge weighed heavy on my mind. It kept
bothering me. I finally looked on the map to see where this Pinebush
place was. Unfortunately there were two Pinebushes  in NY State.
You guessed it, I had to order her book to find out which one it was.
      Her book was incredible. I could not put it down. She had
pictures in it of these Alien Crafts, that were in these specific fields
mining the earth. She had a map showing where all this activity was
taking place. After reading her book, I said to myself either this is
real, or it is fake. There is only one way to find out and that is by
going there.
      I was so excited I couldn't wait for the weekend. I had convinced
my brother to go to Pinebush with me over the weekend. It was
about a six hour drive, south east of where we lived. I packed early
and  couldn't wait for the weekend. The weekend had arrived and 
me and my brother were off like Huckleberry Finn on a wild goose
chase, looking for creatures from another world.
      The ride there was beautiful. The scenery was magnificent. We
stopped and got a bite to eat in a little village near where the famous
author Ernest Hemingway did some fishing. The landscape was 
forestry and there were thoroughbred farms surrounded by mountains.
       It started getting dark. I told my brother Gus, let's get settled in
and get a place for the night. We found a clean Hotel near the area we
were going to search.

Michael Tor Part 1

Copyright © michael tor | Year Posted 2015

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The Itemized Bill

The Itemized Bill

An elderly gentleman told me a story today
I just couldn't resist recreating it in rhyme
and share it with all of you. Thanks for reading

Patty loved his new Rolls Royce 
Like those he'd bought before
A grin he wore from cheeks to chin
While he made the engine roar

And each time, made his maiden drive
To his best friends home, named Finn
And honked the horn to beckon 
His dear old mate "Get in"

They rode along the country roads
With Patty at the wheel
And every turn, Finn discerned
"I like the way it feels"

But not so long, into the trip
There came a clicking noise
It steadily and readily 
Concerned both of our boys
"That's it, it's going back
to the dealer to be fixed"
But Finn said "Nigh, I know a Guy
He’s one that knows the tricks"

His name's McGee, and you'll soon see
He knows all there's to know
He's quite close by, and he don’t lie
It's there, we ought to go

They soon arrived, at McGee's
And they told him of the trouble
He said "Wait eer, an 'ave no fear
I'll fix it on the double"

McGee returned, with tool in hand
As Patty popped the bonnet
And there said Finn, wearing a grin
"You see,  he's got right on it"

McGee then turned a little screw
and the noise, then went away
Patty danced, reached in his pants
Asked "How much, I want to pay"

Five Hundred pounds , was the sound
That Patty heard so clear
"McGee you sure, I say what for"
Pat gazed at him and jeered

Would you like for me to itemize, I can do it now and here 
Patty said, holding his head, "It sure would make it clear" 
"It's a pound for me effort, to turn the little screw
And the four-nintynine, to know which one to do"

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015

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Steam Cleaned

I wrote in honor of my friend and 
lovely lady Mystic Rose
"Thanks for the inspiration"


Mike, Finn and McGee
Thought a day in the sauna would be
like heavenly bliss
To hear that steam hiss
And detoxing oneself, it's the key

Soon,  there sat all three boys
Then up popped a sudden wee noise
Mike said "Dat'd me phone"
"Yea, bot I  know dat ringtone"
Finn said while knocked off his poise

Then came a very loud sound
with such force, it knocked McGee down
Finn said "You old sods, 
Dats just me I Pod"
Said Mike " Yea, I've heard dem around"

Then suddenly there came a loud boom
"It's your tablet McGee we assume"
"You boys now relax
It's just me old fax"
And that's when the boys cleared the room

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015

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Can I ever return

Reborn, a Christian fallacy
dreams that have haunted me
left handed, what a shame
someone has to bear the blame

a teddy bear that never speaks
guards the child from attic squeaks
goulish figures of a mothers glow
a fallen angel I never did know

applesauce and mustard bread
free cheese, the government said
mice dined, making it swiss
tasty morsels of sweet bliss

the susquehanna, we dove in
reliving Huckleberry Finn
pirates of pennies, poor as hell
rich in imagination, an everflowing well

milk crated wagons, with skate wheels
coats of reds, and hubbed teals
discarded paint, the color of choice
a smooth ride with a rugged voice

raiding gardens, tomato fights
the guilty exposed, under the lights
pasted innocent faces shook with fear
only to plot again the following year

camping trips in mountains so vast
became tented bedrooms shadows cast
but the stories told, will remain history
because for many of us, that was family

and those were the days...............

Copyright © Bob shank | Year Posted 2006

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Things Could Have Been Worse

McGee walked in the pub
When he saw ole' Finn
Just sitting there, bottle in hand
Then he noticed the bandage
Wrapped 'round his foot 
And said "what happened to you
my dear man"

Finn was reluctant at first, to give way
But when McGee sat down, Finn explained
"Remember last week when the wind, how it howled
and the horrendous pounding of the rain"

McGee nodded gently, prompting Finn to proceed
Acknowledging it was a wee billow
"You know McGee, how I sleep at night,
With a gun right under me pillow"

"I awoke that night to a noise I thought
was coming from the foot of me bed
So, I pulled out me gun and shot off me toe"
McGee with a smile then said

'Tis a good thing you were sleeping that way
and not the other way 'round
You could have been dead, with a shot to the head
when eventually your body was found

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2016

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Timothy rarely laughed but had a certain wicked grin,
not that grin when one smiles too widely:
his untrustworthy looks were very scary:
why couldn't he act like the happy Huckleberry Finn?

Unforgiving, rebellious, arrogant and insane
were the many attributions to his character;
everybody hated his attitude and colored hair:
they avoided him when he swung his cane.

He had no friends, except his mom offering spoils;
his attire was not trendy, he had a long, red beard 
which he never trimmed to look attractive to girls:
they saw his dark side and wouldn't mutter a word.

Children were horrified of his gaunt body, they thought
he was another Jesse Poneroy who tortured little boys
and killed girls, but fear was as compelling as doubt:
his reputation got tarnished by rumors, not actual facts.

Timothy rarely laughed but had a certain wicked grin,
until now nobody has figured out what had built inside of him:
rejection, hostility, animosity increased his acute pain,
but he defied them by wearing a hat with a turned-down brim.   

Entered in Broken Wings contest,
" Deep And Dark "
Written on 12/ 27/2015

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015

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The Perils Of Porcelain

I wrote this, because of an incident that happened to me yesterday. I went into a men's room at a store. The design was deceiving, a hand sink was place between the partitions in line with the urinals, I confess, I didn't wash my hands   

The Perils Of Porcelain    by JT Curtis   Feb 17  2015

McGee had a few to many
And stood up to go to the loo  
As Finn chugged his drink
Then said "Yes, I tink 
dat I gonna 'ave to go too"

Now, McGee looked a bit unsteady
Finn said "Kin you walk on your own"
"Finn, It may take a while
To get down the isle
Bot, I've been doing it 
for YEARS on me own"

Well they entered the gents together
And each of them chose their own stall
But after a while McGee with a smile
Said "I tink dis urinal's a bit tall"

So Finn glanced around the partition 
And gave McGee a quick wink
"I know you have done dis forever
but I hope it's not been in dat sink"

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis | Year Posted 2015

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Aquatic Version 2

Zanthalous was one time his name On the shores where his parents dwelt Endings came with the hurricane April storms ravaged his pelt Under stormy seas he was swept Going south even as he slept Until the icy lands Shoals above rock sands This sea's fish he came to accept Alone so long, he finally saw them New Mates. For this, by the bull he was condemned One male attacked him Rushed, and lost a limb Made Zanthalous king in land by sea hemmed And so ends the tale of the Finn-like Sea Lion None else so well follows the path of Orion

Copyright © Grace Williams | Year Posted 2012