Best Such And Such Poems
The lack of a single-word inflammable
in our lanterns is what is killing me
this morpheme
A single workday for all
Inflammables is what God is doing tonight
This is just one of many adages
to have passed through the garments
Previously on this shriek they put
a peartree back together wrong
after its demise
Something
there was in the syphon
Poor tree could feel it in his bonsai
Lately I chide myself
For trying to much
And for doing such and such
All with such a fuss
With curses and stuff.
I'm trying hard breathlessly trying
To keep up with so and so
And such and such
Keeping up with the Jones
You know, they ain't slow
It's all to much
Just because such and such can afford plush and stuff
Have to stop trying to be like everybody else
Have to try and be more like me
Instead of like them or him you see.
Keeping up with the Jones ain't easy.
WE KNEAD SUCH & SUCH:
TO COME DOWN HERE
AND SERANDE THESE
DRIFTING LOVERS
MAYBE THE SWEET SOUNDS
OF MUSIC
MIGHT INSPIRE THEM
TO IRON OUT THERE
DIFFERANCES
BASSOONS
OBOE
FLUTES
DRUMS
GUITERS
KETTLERS
CONGO'S
CLARINETS
VIOLENS
CHELLOS
PIANO
SWEET RANGES OF BACKGROUND SINGERS
SUCH AND SUCH A PLACE
AT SUCH AND SUCH
A TIME
TWO WILLINGFUL LOVERS
WHO LOVE ONE ANOTHER
OOH OOH, OOH
SUCH AND SUCH A PLACE
AND SUCH AND SUCH A TIME
SUCH AND SUCH A PLACE
AND SUCH AND SUCH A TIME!
Here's to Johnny Such and Such
wandering up and down the streets
in his funny coat and hat
steering clear of those he meets
Compared to others whom you know
Johnny seems a little odd
A bit unkempt and somewhat distant
His story only known by God
The children point and laugh at him
and grown ups look the other way
never asking how he's been
nor giving him the time of day
But rest assured he has a soul
that yearns for something better still
To be accepted, even loved
his emptiness inside to fill
And for a time he's occupied
a place within our little town
He's never bothered anyone
or gave them cause to wear a frown
I haven't seen him for a while
I wondered where he'd gone until
I came across his grave and marker
high upon this grassy hill
His passing largely went unnoticed
like his presence often did
But he's ingrained within my memory
ever since I was a kid
Now looking up and down the streets
I get the strangest feeling that
If I try, I still might see him
in his funny coat and hat
So here lies Johnny Such and Such
who passed away at sixty seven
He once graced our little town
and now he walks the streets in Heaven
© Mike Wise
11-12-23
BASS CLEFT SIGN HOLDER....RATTIA TAT, RATTA TAT TAT!
I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE'S AT.
tREBLE CLEFT SIGN HOLDER........rOUX BULL SAY YE. OF LOVE TO SUPPER.
DOES SAY SHE IN LOVE WITH HER LOVER
TO MOON THE HONEYS OF OTHERS.
fRENCH HORN PLAYER... WHUR, WHUR, WHURR! SPEAKS THE LOVE OF LOVERS
BASSOON PLAYERS SAY....LOVE OH LOVE OH LOVER,
WHICH CONCERNS US IS LOVE!
pERCUSSIANING AND AND WAITING FOR THE FLUTER, TO START THE SECOND VERSE. SHE MUST ADMIT SHE'S UNDER THE INFLUENCE, OF SOMEONE WHO WISHES SHE'D LOVE. SHE ACTS FOOLISH AND SIMPLE, TO MAKE HIM WISH FOR HER TOUCH. HER GREETINGS ARE SHORT AND SPEAKS RARELY TO HIM, BUT ASK FOR MONEY AND SUPPER STILL. HE MUST ADMIT HE'S BEING RUNG THROUGH THE THRASHER. BUT HE REALLY LIKES BEING IN LOVE.
tHE FLUTIST....DAMNDEST THEE WHO KNOWEST, i PLAY HIM FOR A FOOL. HIS BROTHER, COUSINS AND UNCLES, ARE MY LOVERS, DON'T ACT LIKE THAT AIN'T COOL. HE'S ANGERED AND IN FRUSTRATION, SHE APPEAZZES THOSE WHO WILL HEAR. THAN SLEEPS WITH THERE LOVERS TO DIVIDE THEM, AND SUDDENLY DIS APPEARS. YA'LL KNOW TRICKIN AINT THAT SIMPLE, YOU GOT FIND FAULT TO EXPLOIT. BUY HEELS TO MAKE YOU LOOK TALLER, TAKE THEM OFF WHEN YOU NEED TO BE SHORT. LOOK MAN i DON'T NEED TO BE BEGGING, THE OTHERS WILL GET THINGS FOR ME, I JUST WANT YOU TO BE MY SUCKA, SO THE STORY TELLER CAN EXPLAIN IT SIMPLY. WHY YA'LL ASK HIM THE QUESTION, i AM THE STAR IN EVERY VERSE. TAKE MY DIRECTION IT'S THAT SIMPLE, i AM WHO CAME LAST AND WHO THAT COMES FIRST.
CLEAR THE NETS FROM THE AND TRUMPET THE FLUTER, SHE ALL SUCH AND SUCH. SHE MAKE WAVES IN THE SAND, AND HOLDS STONES IN HER HAND, AND TURNS THESE STONES INTO GOLD. MAKING SUMTHANG OUTTA NUTHANG, BABY I DO MY CHORE, HE LACKS SUCH CONCERNS UNTIL IT'S HIS TURN, AND I WHINE UP LOOKING LIKE A WHORE. BUY THE RINGS AND ASK ME, i BREAK YOUR FOOLISH HEART, AINT NOTHINK LIKE THAT, i KNOW WHERE IT'S AT,
SOMETHING YA'LL FOOLISH PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW!