Doohickey thought she should wear the crown
Gizmo huffed off in her greenish gown
Dofunny Dingus laughed and got crazy sick
Steam on the What-not-shelf was truly thick.
Categories:
dingus, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I wish to possess an artifact,
or possibly an object.
There are spaces
in this poem,
gaps in this thing, these lines.
So do we not need an item,
or some kind of body?
How about an article?
If there are spaces, gaps, holes,
we do require something to fill
those spaces, those
gaps, those
holes.
So why do we remember
all those things, stuff from our past
and wish to possess?
It will happen to me;
hasn't hit me yet,
but, oh dear, it will, it will.
(Jul 2022)
Categories:
dingus, growing up, nonsense, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
PUSSY WILLOWS LIVE IN OUR HEARTS
The catkins, silver flamed, light up each branch.
I choose a bunch to brighten up a room,
to celebrate this Dingus Day of Spring.
We gobble gab, with pierogies on hand,
and sip our wine, and beer. We lift, we cheer -
To life! Then bow our heads for those we mourn.
6/8/2107
In memory of my uncle and cousin
Categories:
dingus, celebration, flower,
Form: Blank verse
Lake Eliza 2...
Out near dusty Lake Eliza
Lived sweety tart, where flies are
Sucked oddly Emu eggs some sunny days
Like a dozen egg appetiser (1 egg = 1 dozen fowl egg)
She got em off the miser
Rotten eggs old Emu walked away (in disgust)
Of course she had a rooster
Who had a name like Zac the Brewster
Who was always a riding the duck
So she shot him with a trap gun…(3/4” water pipe)
12 gauge lead did flatten one
Rooster on toast laughed ol Chuck
A Sand goanna lame
wanted eggs just the same
So he crawled into the chook house for a feed (fowl abode)
Duck Chuck saw him there
spat n shat n tore his hair
rode the old Goanna yes indeed
So we leave ol Lake Eliza
without being any wiser
just beware of Ducky Chuck
and the ol tart that lingers
and the rancid smelly dingus
just rotten emu eggs you’re out of luck Don Johnson
Categories:
dingus, adventureold, old,
Form: Ballad