Trumpet at three;
Crumpet, chai tea.
Connor Constrictor
crept through the carpet.
Marianne Marmot
marched through the market
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Tutu Toucan
turned to and fro
while Wally Walrus
watched in slow mo.
Singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Kami Chameleon
chewed a crumpet
and Tommy Tortoise
tuned up his trumpet
playing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
All the animals
clamored for more,
more of the funny
musical score
singing, “Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
Boys and girls join in singing,
“Hi hey hi hey hi hey ho!”
In summer's red sunrise
Shadows cast of golden yellow
A time of day when dreams take flight
All nature's sounds are quite mellow
The dove's hollow voice, somber clarinet
Against the mockers' noisy trumpet
Now the sun rises higher, higher
As one might slowly eat a crumpet
One thing in life we can count upon
Water will run to the lowest point
Unless something designed by man
Suddenly changes its viewpoint
The rising sun cast its beams across the hill
And then cast pecan tree's shadow
Way out for so many feet it seems
It could go on and on forever flow
A shadow cast by a big man might seem grand
But sometimes in life, he needs crutches to stand
Remembering Former President Of The USA, John F. Kennedy
Forsythia my friend, I still cannot not discern,
does a fiddlehead unravel into a lacy fern?
Lilly pads, flowered floating seats for fortunate frogs.
Monet’s favorite plant at his Giverny bog.
Orchid. This word becomes a lyric in a beautiful song.
A flower that is elegant, tranquil, and calm.
Wisteria emanates from little pea shaped blooms,
giving us a lavender, lovely perfume.
Echinacea, “Gazuntite”
A cousin to the daisy, whose name sounds like a sneeze.
Lovely on a table with a crumpet and some tea.
Rhododendrons, so large, pink and scarlet.
A shrub so thick and quite exotic.
Snapdragons are not dangerous at all, they often bloom right into fall.
Those ruffly, curly, open leaves, beg " Come in for lunch, honey bees"
Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed
With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse
Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more
My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song
Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
Such bitter tea the cruel sea can steep
and I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep
Perusing the tea, what it brings, vitality, refreshing, or tranquility.
tea’s altruistic -
the elixir gives itself
to succor ailments
I warm leaves up when my hands and feet are icy cold. The boil arouses my expectations. The raucous kettle poured over a roomy sachet.
the tea bag’s floating -
my bobbers are on its craft
as the scent surges
My hands rejoice as they gently wrap around the cup and rebound. When the minuet knells, the unfurled dose is tossed and what remains is to be enjoyed in a calm and comfortable setting, ideally with pretty things and perhaps a nibble of treats.
lift from lace doily -
a sip of essential oils
and crumpet or two
What’s better than to sit across from special friends. The setting of a magnolia tea house or with one’s teddy bears.
little ones practice -
imagination infused
with love’s sugar cubes
Perusing the tea, what it brings, essence to our lives.
1 crumpet. 2crumpet 3crumpet, 4
You no you shouldn't eat, a single crumpet more
Then there's crumpets 5, 6 then your at 7 crumpets more
Soon the 8th crumpet is also onboard
Apparently the 9th crumpet didn't appear although the truth about that is a little unclear,
By the 10th crumpet you realise that you've got a 10 crumpet problem,
But it's ok the secrets safe, because only the toaster truly knows,
And he's been warned, to keep quiet or out comes the plug and off he goes!
My light trumpet under my nose
I always carry with me close
My garden I play for today
My trumpet stays with me all day
Garden I sing with my trumpet
Eden I swing like a crumpet
Sun shines over my paradise
Roses chant horn of Edelweiss
My paradise with sun I play
Zion's horn I blow no delay
To heavens I offer my plea
Angels in paradise I see
While eating a fancy crumpet
I heard an elephant’s trumpet.
Enormous trees began falling.
The huge gray ones way of calling.
I was the first one out of that place.
Running a true survivor’s race.
I could hear people on my heels.
Never turned. Jumped in my wheels.
Got to the edge of the forest with three
Unknown people in the cab with me,
Two in the back seat screaming keep going!
Some aliens too, and they were a glowing!
We did not celebrate until we were far away.
Sat and ate breakfast together the very next day.
“What were those things?” the aliens asked me.
“What are you?” asked the other three.
Drift in and out of the moment
Life is just a splash
So drench yourself in the madness
And when it becomes too much
Cool off in the sweet Reverie
Where you'll find the cool cats
Swapping stories of glory
For bootlegger straps
And folded crumpet wraps
And then let the smooth sounds
Fill your soul
The greatest music
Is born in the heart
It rises through the chest
Vibrating vocal chords
The cry of a rebel
Here in the Reverie
We're a bunch of lost souls
Who never had a home
So wiggle into a booth
See the world for what it is
Eyes glistening
Shining like neon lights
Life is just a splash
Drift in and out of the moment
There was an old man of the Coast
There was an old man of the Coast
Like Crumpet at Breakfast, not Toast
With a croissant and Jam
Two eggs and fried Ham
A Hearty meal for that man of the Coast
Mr Crumpet
Oh so sad for Mr Crumpet,
Had a mishap whilst playing his Trumpet.
He forgot, but he should know,
Not to suck but only blow.
No longer does Crumpet played Trumpet.
Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed
With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse
Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more
My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song
Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
such bitter tea, the cruel sea can steep
I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep
Is there a humour therapist in the house?
Sitting here, chortling, do not grouse,
If you abuse crumpets, men,
You undermine your own best interests, do you ken?
Then you don't get crumpet, men,
Or is men a rude word,
You're reaping what you've earned,
You want a cup of tea from me?
Chortle, the magic word is please!
You would not believe this ham,
Feeding the world this spam,
You want fresh vegetables?
Frozen food, not dementiable,
You can get another better than me,
So, what's wrong with you, prithee,
Yes, the catering staff is on a sitdown strike,
You'd best find yourself a loving wife,
Chortle, shut up snivelling, you grouse,
Is there a humour therapist in the house?
I was a torpedo, skimming the surface
of the green summer sea; I was a mountain,
touching the clouds at the summit, where
Frozen ice-pools lay. I was a crumpet, soaking
the butter of chat and cream tea. I was a musical
note, a skirling pipe, causing a dance in Firelight. I
Was a lover, loving in a plush hotel room, every day.
I was a massage, muscles bending, relaxing, in sweet
scented room. I was a cinema goer; drinking the flicks
With Milan, De Niro and Munro. I was a free man, away
from work, and bosses and targets too. I was a beach,
with white sand and too much drink. And, like the
Torpedo; I was a poem I wrote; which skimmed the
surface and made me feel free.
15/4/2015
Written for the Vacation contest 15/04/2015
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