Jimmy wished he was a cat
Not a kitten, but a full-grown caterwauling tom
He prayed about it every night for ten years
One morning he saw catlike qualities in the mirror
I look like a cat! He said.
I have whiskers like a cat!
I need a litter box.
So he made himself one out of a long dishpan
His mother kicked him out shortly afterwards
Categories:
dishpan, cat,
Form: Free verse
Clothes In Trump Store
Clothes from floor to floor
You will love and do adore;
They are in Trump store.
According to Kelly Ann
Whose hand are color
of a dishpan.
Dish Pan Kelly Ann.
Great name.
Jim Horn
Categories:
dishpan, humorous,
Form: Haiku
That Are Transgender (TAT)
When pretty women politicians are prolific
Wouldn't that really always be terrific?
Go ahead and applaud giving them a hand
New ones are quickly becoming in demand.
Of course, by men they are being refuted
Eyes dilated wanting women to be diluted
Then next men will continually criticize
Making excuses and coming up with alibis.
Women about things are being well abreast
When allowed to leave from their love nest
Instead of remaining at home and humble
Want to see which way cookies will crumble.
Men aggravate and, agitate when grandstand
And women do end up with a dishpan hand
Men daily may be resting in a deep slumber
Wife prepares salad with chopped cucumber.
A central figure in scene know as nativity
Is woman with vim and vigor and activity
And on men's bodies skin will be withered
Women bare another child being delivered.
If God was a woman only he or she knows
And I suppose you could tell by the clothes
Looking compassionate with love and tender
Heaven has bathrooms that are transgender.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
dishpan, allegory, analogy, humorous,
Form: Couplet
(For a blind man…)
Sighted vision is a mystery.
Whether sitting on the divan,
Busily washing a dishpan,
Or sitting outside getting a tan.
Jon, them thin hands see.
Whether using salt and not cayenne,
I declare you amaze me, man.
You work and live industriously.
I remain your biggest fan.
Jon, them thin hands see.
Whether riding in a sedan
Or walking on the street,
You always greet the folks you meet.
Friendship never does retreat.
Independently living my dear friend.
Jon, them thin hands see.
© April 11, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for PS Member Congest: Anagrammatically Speaking
Sponsored by: nikko palmario
Categories:
dishpan, life, mystery, people, social
Form: Rhyme