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Bugs Bunny

Bugs Bunny loves his carrot treat—
outsmarts his foes with swift, wily feet.
“eh, what’s up, doc?”—his cheeky call,
a clever bunny loved by all.



Poet’s Note:
Inspired by Bugs Bunny’s famous 1940 line, “Eh, what’s up, doc?”.

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WITCHE'S DARK DELIGHT

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Botox Goldilocks

Goldilocks and the three bears, 
The story is a classic. 
But one idea came to mind, 
What if she was made of plastic? 
With lips so swollen 
And cheeks so bloated 
She was red and shiny 
And was very coated. 
The bears that came saw the porridge, 
They searched and found Goldilocks. 
Screaming and fearful,

LADY

The lady had her day
Of bright lips and mystery
In summer she was Muskeg
Each winter a monsoon
It was as monet
Her refusal to weep

And had my courtship
Proven less lissome
If I had not cast lots
With vagabonds and dreadnaughts
Then perhaps, say I, perhaps
Time would not be vain
And the lady
Still ever vivid in circumstance
And moon fall

Heaven's Classic Vignette

"Sunsets are so beautiful that they almost seem as if we were looking through the gates of heaven." 
                                    

The Classic Look of Despondency

On Super Bowl Night, there was no joy in Kansas City.
Nearly all Chiefs fans were overwhelmed with despondency.
The tight end for the team was Travis Kelce.
His face prominently displayed utter melancholy.
As the Eagles powered their way and ran up the score,
Travis looked like a little boy lost in a department store.
His teammates all appeared to

Classic Horror Movie Haiku

high up in the trees
birds stare down poised to attack
black and white terror

great white shark circling
silent deadly predator...
need a bigger boat

in the Bates Motel
psycho killer qu'est-ce que c'est...
don't tell your mother

JUST BECAUSE

Just because television is a bore
writing a poem is less a chore
I can live in a scribble where words soar
Minds that ripple the universe forevermore

Because I am envious of your style
Yours is limitless like silver smile
You are cool like a sculptured rock
Turquoise jewel of classic hip hop

Because I think too much all the time
And want

Classic Reel

in the 1940s many movie comedies dealt with heaven
hell, reincarnation, the devil, angels, body snatching
I get a channel called Classic Reel with my Roku
The movies shown are from the 30’s, 40’s, 50’s and 60’s

I saw three of these shows this week
the one about hell was spooky in black and white
maybe more creepy than if it

Story Time

The tortuous and hare timeless story 
a vain hare assumed his automatic glory.
He made the mistake of assuming time a friend,
while the slow but ever moving tortuous 
made his way to the race end!

Read Classic Fairy Tales

Foolish girl, keep away from frustration and pain
only concentrate on your books, happiness and future; 
so many girls think their thoughts are really mature;
will they take them far in life? It's not time for rain!

At fifteen you shouldn't think about dating;
spoiled girl, stop wiggling, stop laughing:
realize that I'm old enough to be your dad;
I'm going

Trailblazer

I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.

My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;'
And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do.

My fellow cars

Breathing New Life into a Classic

  ~ Cogito, ergo sum. ~

        I cogitate ere
           I go to
        Wherever I am

Classic Wine

I am a classic wine, brewed to last the taste of time,
A vintage soul, in the rhythm of life's sweet rhyme.

Uncork the years, let memories pour and swirl,
Each sip, a tale, in this celebratory twirl.

Unapologetic in essence, like a bold red blend,
A symphony of moments, from start to end.

In the cellar of experience, aged to

Not a Classic Poet

Not A Classic Poet

I write with meter, like to rhyme;
Start lines with Capitals, make phrases chime.
But quickly clear it is that I’m
Not a classic poet.

Not Wordsworth, Coleridge or Poe
Not Browning, Plath nor Longfellow.
I’ve never read a Shakespeare, so
I’m not a classic poet.

Though aiming to be conscientious
I lack the urge to be pretentious.
And though occasionally tendentious,
I’m

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