THE WIZARD
Maxwell is a jolly old wizard
One day he got caught in a blizzard
never again will he go
to a place where there's snow
Prefers to lie in the sun like a lizard
SAT AT AN ANGLE
Perhaps this story I should not be sharing
Nothing under his shorts was he wearing
when he sat at an angle
from his shorts it would dangle
Not bothered not a sign he was caring
BLADDERWRACK
A group climbed up a high haystack
Then consumed a plate of fresh bladderwrack
constipation relieved
expected outcome achieved
They are now all feeling quite laid-back
DAISY
There's a myth surrounding old Daisy
reputed she was always quite lazy
always dux of her class
every subject she'd pass
The evidence seems to be hazy
A FULL BLADDER
Decided she'd climb a five metre ladder
Thirteen rungs up !! Bursting!! She's got a full bladder
peed from way above ground
many ants they got drowned
Job done she's now feeling much gladder
On one of the myriad bays
along the Maine coast. Keep the holocaust
at bay I said to Dave because
you’ll spend all day gathering
2,000 calories and still be miserable hungry.
An undiminished population of humans is risible.
Black spruce and balsam fir,
you can eat the inner bark
in a starvation emergency.
There’s plenty of Cornus—bunchberry—
each orange pith around the stone
worth maybe a quarter calorie.
Lots of sarsparilla but the fruits
not out yet and to date I have not
savored one. Let’s see—dandelion
of course and huckleberry but
the most important source of sustenance
would be seaweed.
Learn your mushrooms! for the protein.
Accept the situation
come the apocalypse.
I struggle against my insignificance
but it would be better to struggle
against my ignorance.
Less effortlessness, more fishermanliness.
That’s the lesson of this Maine vacation
there’s a lot you can eat when in need—
the hips of roses and the pips of grasses.
And an endless supply of seaweed—
bladderwrack, dulse, kelp and thin green lettuce.
Early morn, the shore I walked
Bladderwrack lay strewn.
Rockpools, there to be explored
Adorned with windblown spume.
High above seagulls cried
Plaintive, their refrain
Echoing far across the sky,
As though a soul in pain.
Out on the horizon
The sun began to rise,
Vermillion hues of many shades
Appeared before my eyes.
A crystal mass on the shore
The man'o'war lay dying,
Laments above, I heard for it
For seagulls still, were crying.
PREMIERE CONTEST NO 105,any theme,
Any form,max of 25 lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
17/10/2017
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