Best Sidekick Poems
The Sonnet Man really needs a side kick,
But not a side kick that wants to fight crime.
I need one to come in at the right time,
And shatter things like a very wide brick.
Just like a witch, who knows how to ride sticks,
I need a chick who knows how to write slime,
Not expecting to get paid a bright dime,
Like someone who wants to be my pride pick.
I need a side kick who can kick some butt,
Or at least can kick up a little ink.
One who is not afraid, no matter what,
Of what anyone could possibly think.
One with words that will hit you in the gut,
Before you are even able to blink.
This is my companion
to the left of me.
Everlong by my side
in lifes travail
and heart to heart
in worlds apart.
This is my guardian
and my servant dearest
whatever his size.
This is my watcher
by the windowpane
foretelling the visitors
and mocking the postman
in his luminesce apparel.
This is my nights last seen face
and my mornings first pace.
This is my companion,
my dog.
If I had to choose a partner in crime,
Why on earth would I choose another guy?
I would rather have a girl any time,
And you really do not have to ask why.
Which friend with benefits would I employ?
Wonder Woman can fly across the world,
But a Superwoman I could enjoy,
Or someone like Catwoman or Batgirl.
I need someone who proves their relevance,
Displaying powers I have not seen yet,
Or someone who controls the elements,
So I can see how wet a Storm can get.
With so many ways down time could be spent,
These crime fighting friends would be heaven sent.
Watson
“This is a definite, future champion,”
The breeder stated knowingly, as
He’d raised a few. So, we debated calling him
Sherlock, the royally-held-high detective of all
British literature. “See,” the breeder had added,
“His long ears, nearly touching down
To the ground! A standard for winning!”
But, what we saw in the small, perfectly shiny,
Entirely all-black ball, who lay in Jim’s cupped hands,
Was a character to join our lives, not for showing,
But for loving. So, we chose to call him
Watson, an endearing side-kick as he joined our home, barely
Even regarding the curiosity of our cats.
We lived on an off-street that led to a large park.
We’d sit on our front stoop while Watson enjoyed
Roaming the front yard on a long rope, then
Come back over to sit beside us, while so many of
The passing cars would pull over to a stop
To call out a statement about the stunning
Beauty of Watson, which we knew and agreed
And cherished as we stayed in dear witness to his every
Move, as he grew to celebrate his first year. Then,
As his cocker’ hair grew and fleas came, too, with
The coming of summer, he needed grooming.
So, we took him to the vet where they also did that.
But in that safe choice, destiny turned:
Watson took a hard bite of the groomer’s finger
At the start of a consuming seizure. At 14-month’s old,
Our sweet gift of living, flowing beauty passed.
The exquisite grace to see a masterwork alive
Still stays before our memories’ eyes
And endures in our hearts. Beauty,
Yet the dear beauty lives...
On with us.
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(C) sally Young eslinger 11/2020
A donkey, mule, sidekick and ass
Are they the same or does one have more class?
I wish I knew
It makes me blue
Whatever the answer, please let them pass.