The Cornelius's were bathing in the sun
The husband said, I am cornier than you, Hun
She said, try to butter me up, my dear
And whisper "I love you" into my ear
But if you pop up on the beach again- we're done
Three funny guys, Curly, Larry, and Mo
Slapstick comedians, you all must know
But there are three circus clowns
Who create mayhem and frowns
The crowd calls them Corny, Hairy and Schmo
Corny thinks he's the wily ring leader
Acting as if he's a Walmart greeter
Talking like he's really cool
But people laughed at the fool
Gobbled by the lion called 'Man Eater'
Hairy can be a bear when in pursuit
Got his name from being very hirsute
He was threatened with a shave
If he refused to behave
He bit off his tongue and now is a mute
Sad has become the life of flunky Schmo
He feeds peanuts to monkeys in the show
Since he lost his two friends
Finds himself at loose ends
Three circus clowns; each one was a bozo
Even if some rare corningware may be hypothetically worth a LOT
what ordinary person would buy it, cook with it, or let it get hot??
corny valentine, you are my favorite said hawk.
lend me an ear, honey, but do not stalk
shuck on down to Iowegian town
give me a wave, a smile, not a frown
corny valentine, you are so neat
with your rounded kernels, ever so sweet.
Let’s go to Mitchell she suggested to me.
I rolled my eyes; we had just had tea.
I know what you’re after, you’re not fooling me.
She is in love with Happy Corn, I could plainly see.
He is adorable! She told me. And always full of joy.
He is a great dancer, an all-American boy!
I could see through her plan; I knew her ploy.
She wanted to go see her crush, her corny boy toy.
We went to Mitchell and he was there of course.
Next to him was a farmer, a cart, two pails and a horse.
Why don’t you come home with me? My friend suggested.
I rolled my eyes. He is inanimate I told her again, my patience tested.
There is hope beyond the words
Spoken by hearts, afraid and lost
In the silent thoughts, the darkness
Where doubts cast clouds, shadows
Across the sun’s reflections, prayers
For sweetest faith restored, the open door
To light that silences the turbulence
Of a past filled with grief and regret
Shame that sucks out all the wealth
Wisdom alive beyond the guilt, the distress
A life lived beyond the words, weathered
Poetry, prose, promises of psalms
Colored by hues of saccharine truth
Soppy fidelity to a maudlin youth
Sentimentality Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
May 21, 2022
It's becoming a fete,
To put my shoo's on
Oh deer, I need a horn.
Peter Pumpkin recently got squashed
That was really quite corny, oh my gosh
Got veggies on the brain
From corn I'll refrain
D'ya hear bout the artichoke that developed a cough
Peter Pumpkin Eater recently got squashed
That was really quite corny, oh my gosh
Got veggies on the brain
From corn, I'll refrain
D'ya hear bout the artichoke that developed a cough
You have just one mouth
but two ears.
Talk less; listen more.
July 5, 2019, entered in Maureen McGreavy's Magicicada Poetry Contest
seashell necklace, sand dollar candy dish
souvenirs bring the beach home
kitschy, yet nostalgic
a kimo written March 31, 2017
Peter Pumpkin Eater recently got squashed
That was really quite corny, oh my gosh
Got veggies on the brain
From corn I'll refrain
D'ya hear bout the artichoke that developed a cough
Peter Pumpkin Eater recently got squashed
That was really quite corny, oh my gosh
Got veggies on the brain
From corn I'll refrain
D'ya hear bout the artichoke that developed a cough
Peter Pumpkin Eater recently got squashed
That was really quite corny, oh my gosh
Got veggies on the brain
From corn I'll refrain
D'ya hear bout the artichoke that developed a cough
Hailey was so much impressed by Saint John that thinking of him was an eager excitement. She talked with him always stirred, becoming twice the lady she was, with the hand missing glasses and whenever close to him feeling idyllically calm and peaceful. No-stress. Yes, no-stress, this high-class and profound luxury. The surprise when he appeared was bigger than average as he appeared in her life rarely. And it was not important that not everything was as it ought to be- next to him the world was taken in slow motion. And in slow motion she could enjoy both the world and Saint John himself. Open, handsome, with bright smile but only a little shy. Her sinking in his really good-hearted look meant: Everything is well now. However corny that seems, it was real as the heat before the storm.
30.06.16
He is so very married.
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