Best Hangers Poems
Sorry ,
My friend and confident of days old
Do not fret
Regret is wasted until the cost is met
I still hold you in high regard
I still remember you covered in your mothers make-up
And sitting on the naughty step
Until
Fame and success took hold of you
Before
Everybody grew through you
Not beside or along with you
You lifted while those around you stole
1 piece at a time a part of your soul
Hanging on to your coattails tooth and nail
Riding the gravy train for all it's worth
What on earth happened to you my friend
Fame and success has been unkind to you
And this is written not in pursuit of envy or jealousy
Rather than to remind you 1 day
When all is said and done
Down in the dumps out of luck
And your so called friends have abandoned you
You will realize I never gave up or left you
Cast aspersions or judged you
All I ever wanted was my best friend back
And to go back to having Sleep Over's
When we used to tell and share everything
I didn't loose a friend
I lost my sister
Monkey Hangers
(A little historical factoid from your Uncle Mike)
According to local folklore
In England, there at Hartlepool
A monkey was hanged from a yardarm
A monkey that wasn’t a ghoul
It happened way back in a war time
Napoleonic to be exact
A French ship was wrecked of the coast there
That much we can say is a fact
The only survivor a monkey
Wearing a French uniform
It probably was just for amusement
And probably was not the norm
The locals had feared an invasion
This “sailor” they thought was a spy
Dressed in the garb of a Frenchman
The locals did not question why
On finding the “sailor”, some locals
Decided an impromptu trial
Was need to handle the prisoner
Right there on the beach on that isle
Most locals had never seen Frenchmen
They figured the monkey was one
When he wouldn’t answer their questions
The fate of the monkey was done
This “sailor” (the monkey), found guilty
Was sentenced to death on the spot
From the vertical part of the ship mast
This monkey was hung there to rot
They say on this beach there in Hartlepool
The mast of that ship guards the beach
And when the wind howls on the coastline
It sounds like a dead monkey’s screech
“Monkey Hanger”, a term Hartlepoolieans
Are called due to this local folklore
Having never been there or seen it
I guess I can’t add anymore.
Rondelet: Cliff hangers
In the name of
Our party let other half cry
In the name of
Our safety sever one half off
For mere two per cents let's all die
The chosen people never lie
In the name of
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012
Boys and girls
These are hangers
Especially for you
Please don't simply throw your jackets
On the bed or chair
Please hang them up for airing
For the laundry worker
For your eyes too
Out of sight out of mind
Hangers will remind you
To wear them regularly
And also remind you
The love of mother
Buying them for you
Coat Hangers
My coat hangers in
my walk-in closet have yet to
pass my
harsh and severe and
strict bringing to
an end doubt test of
worth.