God the G Word
A contest to enter with a G word,
God was the first word, not the second or third.
On this subject I could go on and on,
I’ll talk your ear off until dawn.
He is the first I talk to in the morning,
Praising God first thing is so rewarding.
I am a chatty Cathy all day long
Talking with God, you can’t go wrong.
He already knows what I will say,
He wants to hear it anyway.
Before I turn in for the night,
I know with God, all things will be alright.
I might drive you crazy and that's for sure, so please don't come
a knocking at my back door.
Serve me brewed coffee and soon you will see a wired Chatty Cathy.
If you really want to be cruel slip me a can of Red Bull.
Many moon ago when I learned how to walk, unfortunate for some,
I learned how to talk.
The irish call this the gift of gab, to others its just blab, blab, blab.
Forgive me, just some silly nonsense...
You can have your Chatty Cathy
Or Annie with the big Fanny
But you can't have Tom Terrific
You don't get it? That's uncanny!
They gotta rhyme like Sarah Tiara
Or Tammy who loves Salami
There's the famous Roger Dodger
And little old Hammie Sammy
There's more, there's Skinny Minnie
Or sweet li'l ole Flirty Gerty
There's Amy who smells quite Gamey
And how about Gurgling Bertie
Have you heard of Picky Vicky
Or tasty sweet Hannah Banana
There's Mona Lisa Teresa
And cute little Andy Panda
Jerry at times can be Scary
How about little Betsy Wetsy
Buck who drives a great big Truck
And Bessie who's extremely Messy
So I've come to the end of my verses
Oops! Forgot about Bob the Snob
Bruce is saying my Goose is cooked
And I'm trying hard not to sob!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Two shadows collide with passion
Under the watch of a luminous eye
Trees sway back and forth to hide their voyeurism
The wind whispers to the sky of this affair
Chatty Cathy crickets gossip to the stars
The earth is listening
Nature knows a new life will soon begin
Ordinary dolls for me
weren’t too exciting.
Dolls I wanted had to be
sure-fire delighting!
Dolls like Chatty Cathy or
ones with tapes to play. . .
Speak, and a devise would store
what your doll would say.
These dear Santa never brought
as a gift for me.
Barbie, though, and trolls I got
underneath my tree.
Tiny Thumbelina was
one doll that I raved
to my mom about because
she’s the doll I craved!
Crank her knob, she’d move her head
sweetly to and fro
like a real child on my bed.
How I loved her so!
Inspired by Linda-Marie Bariana's
Contest: "Toyland"
Birthday parties with all my friends
Barbie dolls, Chatty Cathy, never to be bored
Dress up with the girls on the corner
What child could ask for more?
Climbing the tree in our front yard
To watch the fireworks at Disneyland
Dressing in our finest for Easter
My childhood it was so grand.
Loving, caring, giving parents
Our happiness seemed their priority
Would go without to give us everything
Now a days that would be a minority.
I would not trade my childhood
Bike riding, hide n seek, street ball
Not for Nintendo, aol or cable
What I had was the best of all.
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