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Pleasingly Plump

Pleasingly Plump

Obese, bloated, overwrought with contrition
Lainey hung a chart of each yoga position
Couldn’t deal with stretching
Mice she’s still fetching
She defies my lectures on nutrition

I Heart My Stool Chart

I have to admit I’ve got a confession
About my unhealthy obsession
Other kids love pop stars with all their heart
For me it’s the Bristol Stool chart

There’s seven different types of poo
With pictures that give me a clue
to how long the poo’s been in my bowel
Poos that’s both fresh and some that’s foul

Each morning once I get out of bed
For breakfast I’ll have brown bread
The chart is a handy tool
To identify your type of stool

Now I’ve decided to tell
You about the different poos that smell
Cos it’s clear that the Bristol stool chart
Can also indicate your type of fart

Type 1 is as hard as a nut
And stays longest in the gut
Type 2 is a sausagy lump
That’s hard to squeeze out your rump

Then there’s types 3 and type 4
These are the poos I adore
These are the poos I prefer to make
A cracked sausage or smooth like a snake

Types 5 and 6 are easier to pass
Blobby or fluffy ones from your ass
Type 7 is the worst of all
It gushes like a waterfall 
  
So now you’ve got all the scoop
On all the different types of poop
I love identifying my poo and type of fart
The Bristol Stool chart fills my heart

Lovestock Instock

                In our evolution

                we’re ever forced to chart,

                with compass and the Master’s rule,

                our lonely, needy heart.


                Biogenic engineers,

                legofederal bankoneers,

                psychologic auctioneers:

                WHO GOES IN THE STIRRUPS.


                By our constitution

                we’re challenged from above:

                the value of the sexes,

                the cost, the price of love.

Poor Justification For a New Seating Chart

new seat arrangement
focus on final exams
we will all get A's

The Wizards Chart

I dreamt a wizard gave me a chart
So, I could find my way back home
I read it twice and learned it by heart
So, when I awoke, I could start to roam

By midday the hillcrests are within reach
At nightfall I descend the hills
My house must be set down on the beach
I keep forging on with a will

Dark clouds gather in an ominous dome
Seagulls squawk their ancient call
Where is the house I thought was home?
It had never existed at all!

I dreamt a wizard gave me a chart
So, I could find my way back home

1/18/22

Mosquito On the Nautical Chart

An experienced ship's commander
         uses AIs similar transponder
         knows what the map blur is
         don't sink ship for quiz
         not blur of mosquito , i ponder

Vaccination

Vaccination Chart
1.BCG at birth dose 0.05ml.
2.Hep B at birth dose 0.5ml.
3.OPV at birth dose 2 drops.
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4.06 weeks baby Hep B dose 0.5ml.
5.06 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
6.06 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
7.06 weeks baby HIB  dose 0.5ml.
8.06 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
9.06 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
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10.10 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
11.10 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
12.10 weeks baby HIB  dose 0.5ml.
13.10 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
14.10 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
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15.14 weeks baby DTP dose 0.5ml.
16.14 weeks baby IPV dose 0.5ml.
17.14 weeks baby HIB  dose 0.5ml.
18.14 weeks baby Rota V dose 1ml.
19.14 weeks baby PCV dose 0.5ml.
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20.06 months baby Hep B dose 0.5ml.
21.06 months baby OPV dose 2 drops.
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22.09 months baby OPV dose 2 drops.
23.09 months baby MMR dose 0.5ml.
24.09 months baby Typhoid dose 0.5ml.
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25.12 months baby Hep A dose 0.5ml.
Note.Keep out of reach of children.
Lesson.Medicine is the worst thing after Poison.

Forgetfulness

Blessed is the gift of forgetfulness
Each generation shall surely refresh
With hoary optimism springing afresh
To chart again culture’s steady regress.

Silence accepts, absent solid discourse,
While eyes cower bitterly in remorse,
Birthing fearful looks of doubt scanning round
For a champion to argue high ground.

Tyranny offers only lies and force
To forge an iron path for culture’s course.
Liberty brings a lovely, lonesome light
That tyranny labors to snuff to night.

Blessed is the gift of forgetfulness
So, tyranny may shackle with darkness.

Chart For Destiny

It is with fleeting tears that
we get to say goodbye
as you expand your wings

Hearts full of pride
we watch you
set your sights on high

We wish you luck
and covet every success
on your lofty journey



AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020

A Flow Chart

"Oh that this too,too solid flesh would thaw
And resolve itself into a dew"
Water slips through our fingers ,so fresh and sweet
Yet a solid mass will smash all before it
Where scree sits,solid on the slopes,
Dislodged it will sweep down,wave after wave,
A sea of stones
That blanket of snow off piste lying still
Shudders into life thundering
With oceanic power
Drowning all in its path
How solid is cold metal until molten
And then its white hot stream
Spits and scalds and settles 
Into its mould

Pie Chart Chaos

When Jill was asked to create a “Pie Chart”
She believed her teacher meant a la carte
     Using a Lego set
     Jill felt her goal was met
When she finished, there was not one spare part

Her project resembled a Ferris Wheel
Huge peach pie in the center of the reel
     And her passenger carts
     Were scrumptious cherry tarts
But Jill’s effort had an Achilles’ heel

She took care bringing the pie wheel to class
Some oohs and ahs her project did amass
     But the wheel in motion
     Caused quite a commotion
Pies flew to faces with a forward pass

Kids didn’t mind as they ate the remains
But most of Jill’s friends had custard for brains
     A class pie fight ensued
     And Miss Bigbutt so shrewd
Gobbled crumbs citing eminent domain



*October 11, 2014

The Elemental Chart

In the cycle of life

In time

Will we forget the ones who passed?

Will we learn to forgive?

What was, can it become buried with the past

 

In time,

In the cycle of life

Will your hands be clean?

Can the lies turn to be true?

Will we all believe?

Or reality will be blown like dust?

In time

 

Will there ever be my time?

Like the times of Marley, Garvey and Gandhi

Are we going to tell the same stories of time?

Or sleep on the same bed

Only to wake up on time

And make up for another time

 

 

In time

Where love is lost

Will it be found with time?

Will the wounded hearts heal with time?

Is time truly the healer of all wounds?

Wounded by passage of time? 

Will they tell the truth of our time?

Will reality be real with time?

 

In time

Will we complete the cycle of life

Can existence be measured like distance?

Will we get to see the end of time?

Will this story of mine end on time

Or we should say our prayers in time?

Before we close this elemental chart

My Happy Is Off the Chart

The sun is shining brightly
On high and in my heart
Can't think of any good reason
Why my happy is off the chart

Could it just be a fluctuation
In my everyday ebb and flow
Or am I about to inherit a fortune
Perhaps fifty million or so

That'd get my heart a-pumping
Have to go lie down I fear
Gotta survive to enjoy my luck
At least for a few more years

Maybe a trip to some exotic place
Where girlies dress in grass skirts
Swing and sway oh what a scene
This stress I must try to avert

Always been a real big sucker
For members of the opposite sex
They drive me wild, my eyes bug out
I stutter and stammer, by heck

How bout that, my fine feathered friends
Survived another bout of girly-itis
One day it's sure gonna get me good
When it renders me totally speechless

The sun is shining brightly
On high and in my heart
Know why I'm so pooping happy
It's the joy you Soupers impart

© Jack Ellison 2014

Chart Bound

your music has a beat
that gets underneath
it a real treat
its todays sound
its 
CHART BOUND

Crumb On My Pie Chart

Abusive soul who tormented my heart
I didn’t wait for us to drift apart
     I found inner strength at last
     So don’t look at me aghast
You’re merely a crumb on my heart’s pie chart

A defumigator removed your scent
Into the trash all your hunting boots went
     And those ghastly deer “trophies”
     Ablaze with your spoiled green cheese
Your firearms too in the bonfire were sent

Valentine, let me give it to you straight
Goodwill came by for the very last crate
     Maker’s Mark* for the homeless
     Now that’s ironic justice
Hope your new home in the tent is just great

You wrecked my car and destroyed my credit
So you got off easy from where I sit
     Not that you had much to lose
     Just hair, weight, someone to use
Cupid aims, may your hemorrhoids get hit!



*Maker’s Mark is expensive whiskey
Entry for Sidney~Lee Ann’s valentine to an ex-lover contest
Written January 17, 2012

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