Yellow moonshine pours
Over an oasis of
Strange sandcastle-ing
Categories:
clumps, missing you,
Form: Senryu
Eating a bowl of Post Shredded Wheat
Is like eating big clumps of dead grass
Now I know why horsies simply can't wait
For the time between meals to pass
We feed 'em this stuff to reward these guys
Has anyone asked them their thoughts?
Might be surprised at the answer you'd get
“We'd rather be eating smelly socks”
Someone once said many decades ago
It will give your kiddies strong bones
So we feed 'em horrible clumps of dead grass
It's why they can't wait to leave home
Don't be fooled by this marketing ploy
It's the cheapest damn stuff they can find
It grows in the field almost everywhere you look
They must think we don't have a mind
Post Shredded Wheat, what horrible stuff
It's not fit for human consumption
Please sign my petition to ban it forever
Surely has no value that's my assumption!
Categories:
clumps, hilarious,
Form: Rhyme
Chunks like white cotton that
Can float in sky. Clumps of
Condensed water vapor
Cause rain on earth, bringing
Cheer in summers. Canvas
Countryside they adorn.
Could sometimes mean gloom too!
Categories:
clumps, nature,
Form: Pleiades
Eating a bowl of shredded wheat
Is like eating big clumps of dead grass
Now I know why horsies simply can't wait
For each horrible meal to finally pass
We feed 'em this stuff to reward these guys
Has anyone asked them their thoughts
Might be surprised at the answer you'd get
“We'd rather be eating smelly socks”
Someone once said many decades ago
It will give your kiddies strong bones
So feed 'em these horrible clumps of dead grass
It's why they can't wait to leave home
Don't be fooled by this marketing ploy
It's the cheapest damn stuff they can find
It grows in the field almost everywhere you look
They must think we don't have a mind
Damn shredded wheat, what horrible stuff
It's not fit for human consumption
Please sign my petition to ban it forever
Absolutely no value is my assumption!
Categories:
clumps, food,
Form: Rhyme
The puppies in Petunia Patch are pinching pumpkins today!
We wild ones ran down the road, yelling Hip! Hip! Hip! Hooray!
October sun was streaming down making the afternoon quite gay.
We laughed and jumped and whirled and twirled; it was a great day!
Which puppies do you think will show this time? Asked my Uncle Zeb.
The happiest, sparkle spaniels of course, said my eager cousin Ned.
We chased and laughed and ran amok, as we headed toward the field.
The puppies were frolicking and frisking; one held a pumpkin shield.
It is the Husky King! The Doberman gasped; he was amazed tis true.
The rest of the puppies barely noticed, tossing pumpkins as they grew.
Pumpkins landed with a splat, and the baby dogs howled their delight.
Grandmas brought pumpkin pudding, which lasted through the night.
The terrier puppies began to settle in, lollygagging in a giant pile.
These clumps of fat puppies made even the dourest of us smile.
Next year let’s bring the kitties in too, an eager fellow promptly said.
It was my cousin Twinbite two, who is as silly as Cousin Ned.
Categories:
clumps, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
In the recesses of autumn woodland shadows
I sense villages of miniscule creatures – ants, beetles, chiggers
They are spending their lives constantly moving, working, hiding, and digging.
The leaves are turning, giving me a sense of impending winter.
These creatures are protected under the cover of these red and yellow leaves.
I see them not, yet, I sense them. Knowing they would scurry at the giant, me.
Are they dangerous? Rioting? Screaming for solitude? Playing tiny guitars?
Or are they merely teeny beings, working themselves to death, like us?
Categories:
clumps, autumn,
Form: Free verse
Eating a bowl of Post Shredded Wheat
Is like eating big clumps of dead grass
Now I know why horsies simply can't wait
For the time between meals to pass
We feed 'em this stuff to reward these guys
Has anyone asked them their thoughts?
Might be surprised at the answer you'd get
“We'd rather be eating smelly socks”
Someone once said many decades ago
It will give your kiddies strong bones
So we feed 'em these horrible clumps of dead grass
It's why they can't wait to leave home
Don't be fooled by this marketing ploy
It's the cheapest damn stuff they can find
It grows in the field almost everywhere you look
They must think we don't have a mind
Post Shredded Wheat, what horrible stuff
It's not fit for human consumption
Please sign my petition to ban it forever
Absolutely no value, my assumption!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Categories:
clumps, food, humorous,
Form: Quatrain