another option
came up with a concoction
for an adoption
Witch owl stirred the antique broom handle in a slow steady way
The cauldron’s energy turned from gray and orange to green that day.
The concoction is almost ready she told the bats from West Avenue Bay.
Cheering and hooting came from the ghouls, warned not to play.
I sprinkle corn in my pancake batter.
Not enough to make the pancake lumpy
but enough corn, that I taste it.
Topping off my pancake with peanut butter
and butter and maple syrup
and maybe a touch of whipped cream
just in case I need another bit of sweet
Giggles and happiness
Go hand in hand
When you're head over heels in love
We giggle like a teen
At our first love scene
We discover girls are so nice to hug
Can't think of a thing
I'd rather be doing
Than smooching till the first light of dawn
I'm starting to tremble
My cheeks all aglow
As I tell you I've loved you for so long
These three simple words
Will have to suffice
I love you, I love you, I love you, my sweet
That's nine simple words
Counted nine plus two
But numbers don't matter, tweet tweet
Mind's turned to mush
Can't get enough
Of your magical love concoction
Please never stray
Think of you every day
You take me to your world of seduction
Some people call it breakfast which makes me snicker and giggle
It might have been since it starts with a pancake or two
except then I add extra things to make it into a dessert.
At the very least I add a pacakage of vanilla pudding,
a teaspoon of cinammon, a quart of fat luscious blue berries
Then I lavishly sprinkle it with a cup of brown sugar.
Next I add.....
Bananas, chocolate syrup, maple syrup,
Caramel syrup, and of course I top it off
with half a spray can of whipping cream. When I eat
all of the whipping cream off, I use the rest of the can.
When my masterpiece is finished no one would suspect
it ever started out as a couple of simple pancakes.
Except my family who have started making their own
concoctions - each starting with two pancakes.
An Awesome Concoction
After I finally had finished shaving
Did kind of come up with a craving
For something savory and delightful
Would eat and enjoy every bite full.
So my find wife started slaving away
Came up with concoction that to this day
Has been so awesome and can't be beat
Waiting for performance which will repeat.
Ate potatoes, steak, gravy and beans
Not what was expected from health feigns
Did find delight in each and every bite
But we did have heartburn late at night.
Got up and glass of milk we did drink
Then I started raising up a slimy stink
In all of my feelings I became embroiled
Finding out my glass of milk was spoiled.
James Treacherous Thesarious Horn
Giggles and happiness
Go hand in hand
When you're head over heels in love
We giggle like a teen
At our first love scene
We discover girls are so nice to hug
Can't think of a thing
I'd rather be doing
Than smooching till the first light of dawn
I'm starting to tremble
My cheeks all aglow
As I tell you I've loved you for so long
These three simple words
Will have to suffice
I love you, I love you, I love you
That's nine simple words
I counted to nine
But numbers don't matter, so true
Mind's turned to mush
Can't get enough
Of your magical love concoction
Please never stray
Think of you every day
You take me to your world of seduction
© Jack Ellison 2013
The witch’s brew
Concoction of many things
All evil inside
She stirs it all with a large stick
Gnarled and old it stirs and stirs
The potion is for
Unsuspecting young lass
That wants love
She’ll do anything
For her tender hearts desire
Even ask the witch
The witch that has another motive
Than to unite two lovers as one
She wishes to see
This handsome young man
Turn into a newt
Russell Sivey
This has brought my express train to a halt.
A smoky distillation of barley malt,
has me unable to think straight.
Here I am in the joint very late.
One shot was not enough to sate me;
soon there came number two, then three.
What first tasted smooth was getting a little rough.
The bartender then told me I had enough.
He just called a taxi to take me home.
Tomorrow, there’s no way I’m going to roam.
This booze in the brown bottle put me on the shelf.
I swear this stuff was made by the devil himself.
C arefree to an extent,
A mbitious and analitical
P retty darned straightforeward
R arely very neatly coiffed
I ce cream sundaes are my favourite
C rafty and creative - okay, maybe a tad bit then!
O pen and understanding, to lend an ear
R emotely direction impaired, but do not fear
N autically challenged, do not even go there!
A permanent separation between
brows and crown; divorce still pending,
though ears have retained coverage rights,
and eyes - so blue they are brown – accents
to embellish emotional belief of baggage carried.
Spring pressured jaw that always seems to slip
the leash, run riot around pedigree breeds,
sloshing retorted shrapnel from a machine gun
tongue; generally over heated,
but I care,
conveyor belt heart that ships understanding;
free from charge, to a select few that manage
to place an order – no guarantee on broken parts,
and trust is a buy-one-get-one-free offer.
Just make sure it’s used by best before date
else recriminations may be incurred,
and I suppose these words I throw down
are robbed from history’s corpse:
resurrected – unlike Christ - as a shade
lurking somewhere in my corner of maybes,
black capped, ready to pronounce sentence
on misconceptions of my limited verbiage.