i don't want to go back, i want to go forward
see more, do more
i am going to apply for that butler position
the dressing gown is out of retirement
my daughter's contribution today was a banana biff
and brrssssshcwhir, brrssssshcwhir, brrssssshcwhir, brshcwhir, pounck
there are no oranges left
my son slams the fridge door; cold turkey
exponential eggs and cardboard cheerios
feet up on the desk Hindu mythology
the alarm goes off; i go off
find a book on magic
and lie awake at night not knowing the arthurian legend
a tropical island experience
when will IHOP open in Britain
i see a table of people with just ordered strawberry banana pancakes
i launch myself, jump on the table belly first
Lots of mindless prattle and giggles from Cindy’s room
She was sweet-talking our next-door-neighbor Biff on Zoom
Some future Saturday they may become bride and groom
At ten, they are happy to laugh about silly things on Zoom
A peculiar middle name, all my life I've been burdened with
Twas “Byard”, that's even worse than “Archibald” or “Biff”
What were Ma and Pa thinking
This name is still stinking
My name of Jack saved the day and made a big diff!
A sunflower stands tall, enthrall,
A hidden gem in an empty field,
High on its long unbranched, stem,
Plate size, hue yolk-yellow, full face,
With a mild, sweet, nutty scent.
A drop of red-berry jam on its hem.
Ruffled young dragonfly raced,
A wild attraction of folly feast.
Sherry, the little fairy sat in its place.
Dragonfly, raises its wings, weave, flit,
Stopped and hovered, got a sniff.
Biff, tiff, turned its nose and flew off.
12/16/2024
When I am old I shall be an acrobat Granny Fee said.
People will cheer and stomp their feet at me
The clapping will be thunderous
I may join Barnum and Bailey’s right now
I think they went out of business her grandson Joe said.
The rest of them almost laughed until they saw Granny Fee's face.
Don’t even think about eating one of my monster cookies she told Joe
His sister sneaked him two of them after supper
I am working on my sequined costume Granny Fee told her son.
“Not that again!” her doubtful son Biff said, rolling his left eye.
His children were silent.
Gram slapped Biff's left hand when it reached for a monster cookie.
In the summer the family went to the circus.
Granny Fee begged off at the last second.
“Hey! Isn’t that Granny Fee?
It sure was.
In costume, on the high wire, balancing her corpulence on a pink hippo.
The family clapped, cheered, hooted and whistled.
They loved Granny Fee's delicious chocolate chip monster cookies.
And they all knew that she had marvelous hearing.
Queen cat had a collar that was so stiff
It hurt my neck to see it said her cousin Biff
On her head she had a measly pearl crown
Poor, but her lips did not often curl into a frown
I am satisfied with my life Queen cat said.
Happy with whatever enters my poetic head.
When she came to visit, she slept in my bed.
I took the couch gratefully said her brother Jed.
I am the major general Hare said with a sniff
An ugly rumor had sauntered by with a whiff
He felt rage, consternation and a bit of miff
this gossip-y story came from his weird cousin Biff
The cause of the newlyweds' tiff
occurred when he told her, 'I'm stiff' -
he didn't explain
his neck was in pain
and sulking, she gave him a biff!
written 27th February for Tania's contest
Coronavirus, here to stay;
Rather unfortunate to say.
Lives have changed; things aren't the same.
Crowding of hospitals, a shame.
Complacency, life on the edge;
Flirting with disaster on ledge.
We're close to falling off a cliff
After withstanding hardship's biff.
Oh, when will this pandemic end?
Masks now drive me around the bend;
Quite the necessary evil!
Omicron surge cause upheaval.
Setbacks after progress does stink.
Ship of state teeters on the brink;
Soon, millions of lives will be lost,
Vaccinate and avoid the cost!
C-Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Cliff
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 01/17/2022
I had no idea that bears had a ceremony I said.
You are hilarious! Yelled my nature loving cousin Fred.
How do you think they get married? He asked with a sniff.
I didn’t know they did I said, which tickled Aunt Biff.
How do they have children then? She asked me Tuesday.
I guess, well, I think……………………….in the usual way?
Without marriage or preacher? You are a scoundrel she said.
So, I attended their wedding. Their colors were pink, honey and red.
Basher used to fight with all his might
Until he died, "poor thing".
He boxed four rounds and hit the ground
After taking one on the chin
From a boxer called Biff
Who made short thrift
Of anyone that he fought
He had a flair but didn't play fair
Like others thought, he ought
Basher was in a daze as on the canvas he laid
He realised he was over the hill.
He took a painful swallow
His stomach felt hollow
Trying to digest this bitter pill
Basher couldn't remember if it was in round three or four
He heard a bell
Was he going to Hell,
Or was he at Heavens door
The crowd roared
As Basher was floored and lay dying on the ground
No remorse expected of course as
A good time had all round
One legged evil brownie with a lopsided top hat
Was tired of crab legged crone thinking she was all that
Her feather and sword gave her instant jurisdiction
Her thought her followers fell under some addiction.
Her flag-waving ways were annoying to Buggy B Biff
She smelled like a cadaver for he had caught a whiff.
She was beyond ugly with twelve ruffled hideous boots
He put on his spurs, gun belts, and plaid bagpipe flutes.
She was stirring up the women. He saw his own wife!
Who was screeching and screaming, holding a silver knife.
He crept up slowly to Creelah, the crab-legged crone.
All he wanted her to do was to leave the women alone.
Bam! The trigger was pulled before he even realized.
He had shot the old skeleton dead, he quickly surmised.
The women stampeded the stage, and kicked him to death.
The last thought he had was, I should not have taken the meth.
At Ellis Island there were tons of lines
If you stood too long you were given fines
Your name easy if
It was Rose or Big Biff
Mine was misspelled about a hundred times
The problem is, Priscilla grew up
in a penthouse having parties while
Biff came of age under a bridge
fighting other trolls, he remembers.
When Pris calls his office and says
we're having guests tonight
the chasm in their marriage grows.
The guests go home sauced and smiling
but the chasm stays behind, snarling.
Biff can't make the leap to kiss Pris
and some day have 10 kids.
The next time she invites guests
he wants to be told at dawn.
Biff plans to skip feeding the pit bulls
and introduce them to her guests.
Donal Mahoney
Super hero’s are the best
I love to wear my superman vest
Pretend I’m saving all my friends
Fighting the enemy, battle to the end
Other kids try to make me frown
My superpowers take them down
BIFF, BOFF, BAM, ZAP
My moves so fast, they don’t see the SLAP!
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