Thank you Mr. Manigone
for the joy you brought us
with your flugelhorn.
We who remember
will never forget
you and your music
especially the song
"Feels So Good".
I love light gravy on biscuits, mashed potatoes, turkey or in a spoon
Bring me some if you please, I will love you more than the moon
If you bring me dark gravy my appetite runs away and yells yuck.
Light gravy or nothing, says my persnickety brother, two-year-old Chuck.
My feet are stuck in the muck, cried Chuck the duck.
Sean the swan came to his rescue across the lawn,
Chuck, grab my wing, and we’ll swing into the spring!
Chuck used his beak, as chic feathers tickled his cheek,
They flew out of the muck, we’re now unstuck, Sean clucked.
Chuck felt happy, Sean felt scrappy as they fished for crappie.
Chuck felt struck with luck as he caught one, but it stuck,
Sean the swan, brave and brawn, caught the prawn.
Now a pack, enjoyed their snack, as they happily clacked!
And how much chuck could a nunchuck chuck if a nunchuck’s Chuck is Norris?
A chuckling nun habitually chucking her habit soon has none.
When he fell, he kept going down down down down down
Unlike Jack in the nursery rhyme, Tim did not break his crown.
The light was not great here, this is what he soon found.
It was difficult getting his balance, there were big stones around.
Where am I? He asked himself quietly, inside his head.
He was where most never want to be, for it’s a good place to be dead.
How will I get out? He wondered, the darkness gave him a fright.
He had bumped his head pretty badly, and could not find a light.
Something brushed against his arm, and he wanted to scream.
A serpent, a spider, a cobweb? This fall was a horrible non-dream.
It happened again, and he nearly lost his mind, and his footing.
He figured by the time he got out of this, he would be fighting sooting.
Not to worry young one, a voice whispered into his right ear.
You are not alone, for your great-great-great Uncle Chuck is right here.
Tim did not know he had an Uncle Chuck until he was released upon rescue.
I know of him, his father told him, we lost him from TB in nineteen fifty-two.
The Father of Rock and Roll was not Elvis.
It was Chuck Barry, wild man from Chicago
He was the rhythm and blues king
His guitar solos and showmanship are legend.
Today we still hear some of his best songs on the radio.
Johnny Be Good, Nadine, Maybelline, Ding-a-Ling
Sweet Little Sixteen, Memphis Tennessee
He was amazingly talented, and marvelously fun to watch!
When he fell, he kept going down down down down down
Unlike Jack in the nursery rhyme, Tim did not break his crown.
The light was not great here, this is what he soon found.
It was difficult getting his balance, there were big stones around.
Where am I? He asked himself quietly, inside his head.
He was where most never want to be, for it’s a good place to be dead.
How will I get out? He wondered, the darkness gave him a fright.
He had bumped his head pretty badly, and could not find a light.
Something brushed against his arm, and he wanted to scream.
A serpent, a spider, a cobweb? This fall was a horrible non-dream.
It happened again, and he nearly lost his mind, and his footing.
He figured by the time he got out of this, he would be fighting sooting.
Not to worry young one, a voice whispered into his right ear.
You are not alone, for your great-great-great Uncle Chuck is right here.
Tim did not know he had an Uncle Chuck until he was released upon rescue.
I know of him, his father told him, we lost him from TB in nineteen fifty-two.
King Chuck [Apologies to Steve Martin]
King Chuck (King Chuck)
Now when he was a young lad,
He always knew he’d be
the sovereign of a nation people stood in line to see.
(King Chuck) How'd you get to be you?
(Funky Chuck) Did you do the Loco Motion?
Born at Buckingham
Schooled at Gordonstoun, (King Chuck). (King Chuck)
Now, if I'd known
They'd line up just to see you,
I'd trade in all my money
And become an English citizen.
Married to Queen Camilla (Funky Chuck)
He is so very vanilla!
Born in London,
Studied rocks at Trinity College (King Chuck)
Dancin' by the Thames, (Disco Chuck)
The ladies love his games, (Polo Chuck)
Rockin' to the Mersey beat (Rockin' Chuck)
He likes to eat game meat. (King Chuck). (King Chuck)
He lives his life for England.
Defender of the Faith
He's a Windsor I’m tellin' you.
Tight as a knot. (King Chuck). (King Chuck)
Now, when I die,
Don't think I'm a nut,
Don't want no fancy funeral,
Just one like they’ll give for King Chuck. (King Chuck)
He created the Carta Astra
He shoulda win a BAFTA,
Reigns o’er Great Britain as its king-o,
Reigns o’er Great Britain, lives in a palace made of stone-a,
King Chuck.
Pardon me, Excuse me, I'm sorry
Don't say these words on a safari
Lions will eat you
A tiger will too
Real soon you'll look like calamari
Chuck
There once was a show named “Chuck”
It didn’t have much luck
After five seasons it was gone
Oh it felt so wrong
For Chuck was about a nerd
Who ran with the herd
A fun loving guy in a comedy no less
Always making life a mess
Each episode an adventure or a quest
Making it fun to watch as a guest
It had all the right things
Even a girl with “talent” it brings
More bumbling than a bee
He reminded me of me
Sometimes hero and sometimes goat
Made him feel real and not remote
With a sidekick and a crew
Each week your addiction grew
More laughs than a barrel of monkeys
Was the trigger that turned the keys
To my heart
Right from the start
Adieu I say to cast and show
If there is a movie or spinoff let me know.
Andreas Simic©
I Am Not Chuck-Will’s-Widow
Part I: Bullies, Lodging and Treats
Whip-Poor-Will at twilight —
Tremendous skyline.
My wings ~ vainglorious, like a teen girl’s locks.
Nightjar
Goateater
Bugeater
Bully-based bias, cryptically colored
along branches and leaves.
And don’t step on me, but do hover
near my nest
if you’re a tasty treat, not a pest.
Part II: HAUNTED
away she flew, wild-eyed, pale,
see-through; buried under my wings.
the mourners nearly stepped on her;
litterfall and cladodes -
fear and delight at my whip-poor-will dirge.
7/23/2020
I am a Bird - Personification Poetry Contest
Sponsor is Tania Kitchin
Chuck the duck chased Sally across the pond,
she was the prettiest girl duck he ever saw,
her feathers were soft and fluffy
with a personality which was not stuffy.
He had his eye on her for some time
as she swam before him flirting away,
pretending to be coy and hard to get
which made him quack and sweat.
One day while the birds were tweeting,
and the sun was at its highest point,
Sally was floating upside down in the pond,
her body looked flat and did not respond,
Chuck the duck was beside himself,
he discovered Sally was a plastic toy,
her beauty was not real and now deflated,
he quacked in sadness and is no longer elated.
Above mama’s abode lives Saber Tooth Tiger Chuck,
seems poopy tired, drank three shots under mama’s truck.
Fancy Zebra Ellie loves claws, razor sharp aglow,
Chuck wears green pants, booty often shows below.
Scale tells Chuck carbs aren’t belly proof among lunch,
fussy habit eater; likes round pizza, fatty wings, bunch.
Silly Ellie beams about rebel Bubba, famed city’s baker,
while Chuck ruins five tasty cakes, novel woman taker.
Chuck slugs Bubba; abuse dazes, anger among crowd,
Bubba pukes chili after blood drips, tiger fangs proud.
Three fight until Ellie cried, hoped they’d avoid being stuck,
Bubba gives Ellie five dozen roses...adieu Saber Tooth Tiger Chuck!
A Little Laughter Five Contest
Edward McCall
March 2, 2018
There was once a guy named big Chuck
Who always seemed to have terrible luck
Until he met June
One sunny afternoon
She left him for a Doc, that offered a nip tuck
5-31-17
Alexis Y.
Her hair blown free,
with eyes ablaze
She walked toward me,
through morning haze
Her steps unmeasured,
her cutoffs tight
Eyes palest blue,
the lightest light
Would I speak first,
would she respond
In ten more seconds,
her image gone
Our shoulders brush,
she passes by
My arm goes numb,
my heart on fire
I had no choice,
I’d lost control
My breathing stopped,
I’d play the fool
And looking back,
all fear defied
An all-star waited,
—her ‘Chucks’ untied
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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