Best Boll Weevil Poems
Long ago, when I was young,
Before my hearing began to fail,
Why, I could hear a boll weevil
Tiptoe across a cotton bale.
But many years have come and gone;
The ghetto blaster took its toll.
Now I couldn't hear an elephant
Dance in clogs with wooden soles.
Form:
Photo: RIVERVIEW AMUSEMENT PARK
~POSTED BY MY GUARDIAN ANGEL~
We were just kids in silken ribbons and braids,
Playing cut-outs in Chicago's summers toasty shade.
The clanging streetcars ran in front of our homes.
Who cared, we were licking delicious ice cream cones!
There was no such scare as " sugar is evil."
Anymore than the chance, that we'd find an intrepid boll weevil.
There was no TV till we were a tad older.
But we went to movies every Saturday and laughed so hard that
we cried on each others shoulders.
We shopped at Woolworth's Dime Stores.
Bought "Blue Waltz" cologne and little lockets, girls our age adored.
The big treat was going to magical Riverview Amusement Park,
The alchemy of the stars made it totally magic.....after dark.
Swimming back in the oceans of my heart's time,
I see how God blessed me to read books and learn how to rhyme.
Mom and Dad bought me many books.
I had a roll top desk, such a lovely, bright wooden look.
We loved saddle shoes, boy were they cool.
We'd sit and polish them,so lovely,we would drool.
We sat on the stoops and watched men in uniform, go to war.
Some sadly, with our tears, we saw their blue eyes no more.
On your back porch we sat on the great family swing.
Hearing songs and stories-the essence of my past,is so overpowering!
10/31/2020
Tribute to Joanie, my best friend since age seven!
Thanks for decades of memories!
Love, Panagiota
super boll
boll weevil twin brothers: one was great, one the lesser of two weevils
you killed my father, prepare to die
three-legged dog in a saloon: "looking for the man who shot my paw"
a news headline i'd like to see
buddhist avoids novocain wants to transcend dental medication
somewhere in the middle
she once told me i was average i said she was just being mean
that would be a real night-mare
he tries to not talk like a horse doesn't want to be a neigh sayer
what's a particle like you doing in a place like this?
neutron asks "how much for a beer?" the bartender says, "for you, no charge"
eleventh one's the charm?
i entered ten pun contests hoping one would win
no pun in ten did
Happy New Year to all... may your 2023 be filled with smiles
pure and white as snow
cotton stands waiting in field
boll weevil munchies
The Ballad of Stinking Mick
Now Mick hung close to a Butt verbose,
And the cheese it ran like treacle,
Some said it was on the bloody nose,
That he lived, was thought unbelievable,
For he was a hairy Wombat Louse,
Hitchhiking on a vehicle,
He tried sucking up to a Mouse,
got dislodged by a Gay Boll Weevil,
There came a blast, hot and sticky cast,
Aroma, most unpleasant,
With bowel movement, he was passed,
Hot an steamy, flavoured, masked?
Mick thought it effervescent,
He’d spring and slide upon the tide,
His gumboots trickled full, (Kiwi slippers)
On a passing Rat he snagged a ride,
High speed, for a Wombat Louse,
I aint being snide, no bloody Bull,
On a Tom-Tit sure he’d been before,
The Wren had flown him high,
Caught by a Cat, he did attack,
with some ten thousands more,
Puddy left with an open jaw,
Thought and pondered bloody sure,
Perplexed with thoughts of why?
The food was flapping high,
The itch stuck in his craw?
Poor puddy bloody paw,
Was reduced to sigh
Should I this underscore,
apply?
This part I will deny,
No lice no bloody moer….( new aussie slang)
Don Johnson
Nobody here is God. However, we are to do good, not evil.
We save lives of animals, even the boll weevil!
Oh, how we weep over dead elephants!
But to save a baby from death, we say, I can’t !
Putin is a killer, what about you?
Afraid to be pro-life, what might others think of you?
One must fit in and say not a word?
Because the screams of a newborn will not be heard?
Murder is paid for in the USA.
Saddest of all, it need not be this way.
Hitler’s ideas are from Margaret Sanger.
Millions of Jews and now babies dead, from fear or anger.
And we think we are so innocent?
Watching from poetry texts?
Who are we, and what have we become?
When the value of an innocent human life we shun?
Catholics at Mass, on Mother’s Day, will be attacked.?
While free speech, is now in a DHS sack!
Americans who love God, have courage and speak up!
Stop fearing no popularity from the poetry cup.
God help us to be totally courageous!
Not supporting human life is so disingenuous.
5/6/2022
boll weevil, be evil
gotten, wotton
wrought in, brough in
rotten, cotton
5/21/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Copyright © 2018
The mayfly hated the caddis fly.
Although she was not quite sure why
All she knew was that she was supposed to hate caddis flies,
and so she hated him, with all his sneaking and his lies.
Despised him with all of her might.
Hated him morning, noon and night.
The handsome Caddis Fly was rather taken with the Mayfly.
Had no knowledge of her hatred, and she had caught his eye.
He baked her a fresh-water cobbler, and took it right over.
Luckily, her axe was dull from cutting today’s pink clover.
She softened a bit, when she saw Caddis Fly was not evil.
Was not sure why she had hated him as much as a Boll weevil.
She and he started dating, and they decided to give each other a fresh start.
Caddis Fly had truthfully stolen Mayfly’s hardening nonsensical heart.
Moral of this tale: How can you hate who you do not know?
Second Moral: Mayflies are Caddis Flies, and Caddis Flies are Mayflies.