Horn Olympics Haiku
Olympics theme song;
When I would have a hammer,
This was what we need.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Hope this will humor you and USA
ends up with a clean sweep.
Wonder who out there are
curling fans. I remember
a Carling beer that probably
no longer exists.
high atop a hill
it stood there
a bastion of memories
fortress tired and disheveled
standing in solemn silence
keeper of our secrets
complicit our love
not meant to be
doomed from the start
one day the verdict handed down
guilty by association
imploded and in a blink
there it was gone
all but the memories
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on February 26, 2021 for contest VANISHING sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 2ND
and September 21, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (14) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
A little backward Glance
Daddy painting plain
the porcelain pots
For the flower plants
Mammy cooking cookies
By the kitchen corner drinking clover
Peggy flaunting her new flabby fitting dress
Jubilant like a fermenting foam fauntain
Uncle Tamu tapping on the dinning table like a tamporine
Belowing like a trumpet
Taf tip toeing from the toilet
Sneaking to take a teast of the tasty mutetsu
I am watching comic cartoons
Carling on a single sofar
Wishing it was a couch
I still wonder how mummy could stay humble handling all of our hudles
A Tune in Troon
In the Scottish village of Troon
To the lilt of a Western tune,
A man dressed in black
With the sun at his back
Created the scene from High Noon.
A man mysterious and cool,
A man who was nobody's fool,
Mirror shades hid his eyes
And were just a disguise
Which he wore every day as a rule.
They covered the view of his soul
While he continued his stroll,
Past the church and the Minister
Who thought him quite sinister
And best to avoid on the whole.
From the pub came sounds of a tune,
The familiar lilt of High Noon
So he drank down his Carling,
Embraced his own darling,
Then faced his opponent in Troon.
By seven o'clock it was done,
He'd acted his part and he'd won,
The game had been played
And still wearing his shades
He said that the golf had been fun.
But the men of Shane or High Noon
Weren't the sort to be found in Troon,
No golf clubs, no fun
And when all's said and done,
Mirror shades were only .....
..... invented in the nineteen-sixties
Squirrels lurking on my Sheds
And in my plants and shrubs
Chewing at my Sunflower heads
And digging in my tubs
Chasing up and down my lawn
With every leap and bound
Morale is low, my hope forlorn
To see them scratching on my ground
The agile tricks that they perform
Like in that ‘Carling’ Ad
For them are natural and the norm
But make us gardeners mad
I Peanut baited my device
And caught them in a cage
They’re not so fluffy, cute or nice
When trapped and full of rage
I took my captives for a ride
Then set them free to roam
Releasing them in the countryside
A mile from my home
So thinking I’d gained peace of mind
I slept sound in my bed
Next morning, I looked out to find
More Squirrels on my Shed!!
You made a life of one I love so dear
Your not to be the one for him to fear
You all condemn him for all what he has done
For a young lad the bad things were nothing but fun
Your not maternal, you ring no more
The lad is awaiting for you at his door
Never come round to visit your son
What he wants is his only mum
Putting him down makes you feel so relieved
I tell him what you say is never to be believed
You announce “fairy legs and carling cup ears”
Your son has a complex from all his childhood years
How dare you lady, for what have you got
A massive stomach and that’s the whole lot
So you and your special children can all go wild
Whilst we sit in love awaiting our first beautiful child