About Pastimes
To be a scatterbrain is a blessing and a curse;
Jumping from play to play, immaturity at its worse.
Painting is so gripping while it’s being done,
Reading takes its reader to serious or fun.
Writing verse as it comes and hope that it's enjoyed,
Is a past time to add to the past times employed.
And then there’s the canine that joins to watch the moon,
The flibbertigibbet pursuits all gone too soon.
Some folks ride the oceans and plan dreamy trips to space,
And then there are those who find their fun by just reshaping their face.
There are pastimes to ride horses and bungees to jump from mountains,
While others reach into waters to find coins in far off fountains.
Alas, though, my friend, methinks a pastime becomes past time in time.
Categories:
bungees, fun,
Form: Light Verse
I was a vampire that night.
My fangs were red and orange with candy corn.
My face was smeared white with sweat and paste
Causing a ghoulishly acrid taste to drip into my mouth.
My plan and curfew were quite clear, quite simple:
I needed to suck the mortality out of 4-7 9-year-old female virgins
And be back home in bed by 9:45. (It could be done.)
The week prior I had heard of an un-dead 3rd grader in Transylvania...
Sucked the blood of 100 10-year-old ex-girlfriends
And still made it home for apples and cheese.
Yet my own path of hallow'd terror
Could not commence unless I fixed the strap of my candy bucket.
I discarded the flimsy plastic strap for some frightfull-looking bungee cords,
For you see, I was not only the Ruler of the Night, winged and blood-thirsty,
I was also a genius! (I knew where the tiny bungees were kept.)
With deadened grace I floated slowly out the front door
And into the tar-colored world of shrieks and cries and moms.
I would show no mercy!
Vanquish all Truth and Light!
And always look both ways
Before crossing the Streets Of the Dead!
(And the Danged!)
Categories:
bungees, funnyhome, candy, home, ,
Form: Free verse