Ruminating on Li??le Bo-Peep,
and sadly,
her badly-missing sheep,
the evidence will show,
in the time allotted,
to get all her ducks in a row,
she had not spotted
the reason they were lost.
It was because her t's were dotted
and their eyes were crossed.
smooth polka dotted grandma
wrinkly and crinkly now
her eyes are shrunk
some teeth are jagged
she is raggedy
jealous of her fifty-year-old-self
Green polka dotted lady was elegant and provocatively pretty
Many gave her a glance, as if she was charming and witty
She sat in a booth waiting for her thirty-second blind date.
The weasel, the coward, was half a minute late
He came breezing in, all dressed out in orange and pink.
What do you think? He wondered. What do you think?
The conversation was all about him – every single word.
The fact that she had three legs seemed a little absurd.
They just want your money.
Just want your wealth.
Meagre or major they’ll take it all else.
Post sale and the manner changes in tone.
Commission awarded - it’s time to go home.
They’ll try to convince you that you need it to live!
They’ll try to persuade you that you’re doing the right thing.
But they just want your money. They’d take it and take it all. Smiles and so jolly until the deal ends it’s call.
They just want your money. They don’t care how hard it came by. They just want your money and hope you’ll be swooned by their guile.
Sign on the dotted line
You'll be just fine
There goes your life
There goes your wife
Twenty more years
Many more tears
There goes all my pay
Wallets running on empty today
Can't afford to play
Once was a free man understand
Now your standing in quicksand
Which way is up or down
Its why do you wear that frown
Pay for my house
But can't afford to feed a mouse
Go to work don't miss a day
No time to play
Your a slave
Ride the wave
To an early grave
No time to stop
You'll never reach the top
What is the week end
There's no money to spend
Gone with the wind
Driving a car that won't go
That's way to slow
Your for sure hired
Now your fired
Find a job anew
Since the last one you blew
Disgrace
Living the rat race
Leaves this look on your face
Round and round you go
Yet you have nothing to show
Meeting yourself at the door
Can't give no more
Yet more you want
With letters that haunt
Sometimes taunt
Slowly sinking on dry land
Only thing I need to understand
I'm going to have to find someone to rob
Just so i can pay Bob
Can't keep refusing it's on the hands of you
Is this the haunting image of hell I view?
So, to care or plead for my discreet silence
Weak hands are calling to you for guidance
Praying to get help for feelings that permeate
Like watching, hurting, rolled down a sewer grate
Gentle hands tapping a telegraph in dotted code
Seek to find salvation before all these feelings erode
Scared to run, diseases like this don't seem to phase you
Are the answers to it all, I read, found in a hard wooden pew
I wish I had your faults, there aren't many, but I have found a few
Wringing hands, no answers, come fly around my hell, all a skew
No blasphemy intended, no one nailed to the board
Once written, answers in time, by the pearl gate lord
Well, do I dot my t's
and cross my i's
No, I think I dot my p's
and cross my c's ...
I just can't remember
so I'll give this a try
I'll draw a line through my i's
Now they're crossed ~ Would I lie?
_________________________
~ Inspired by, but not an entry
in the Dot your i's and Cross
your t's contest. ~ gw
I try to paint
with a shock I realize it is giving me no thrill
No joy; for the first time in six years
I return to the middle bedroom
darkest, gloomiest room in the house
turn on my electric blanket and go to sleep
wake up wondering if it is morning or night? Does it matter?
I am on strong meds; they keep me loopy.
Benadryl is a killer, keeping me sleepy, in perpetual lah-lah land.
Pink dots are parading up and down my arms and legs
I am scratching my torso until she bleeds
I look like a pink polka dotted Kewpie doll.
An angry pink polka dotted Kewpie doll
Thanks to yesterday’s prescription which I was allergic to.
Being sick is infuriating.
I am enraged.
Angry that it is me.
State of Being
(written for Mike Eslinger)
The herons fly overhead,
Flapping past, swooning cclouds,
Scaring cats, who
Along with their feline cousins
Don’t realize they aren’t the be all end all
At all. Stop bothering to sit so aloof.
Lick your paws and listen: there’s a God above,
Who, if he hadn’t given us humans the Word,
,
We’d be down here scampering all around,
The way we tend to, afraid of giant, dotted flies
Overhead, ready to proclaim they rule. We’d be
Swooning the moon, and still chirping like birds.
********. *********. *********. *********
(c) sally Young eslinger 1/2/21
Thanks be to God
The polka dotted tit mouse was not tame.
She did not like faeries, it was her claim.
She loved dogs, had a female great dame.
Serendipity was her doggie’s name.
Polka dotted tit mouse had one big aim.
A pyromaniac, she loved a flame.
Burned a forest but never took the blame.
I know this may sound a little bit lame.
But burning stuff was her natural game.
Titmouse never meant to kill or to maim.
Unfortunately she did both, just the same.
I just caught a polka dotted fish
It certainly wasn't my wish
I'd rather see one
Than be one
Cause he's still going on my dish
And I drew a dotted line
Down my heart in graphite
One half for me
The other for the stars at night
And every drop in the sea
Because I couldn't give it to a person
(They always leave)
So if I gave it to the world
All the stormy clouds in the sky
My love would never wither
My love would never die
Polka dot flowers and polka dot bells.
Polka dot everything, for me and sweet Nells.
Polka dot hilarity. Polka dotted laugh.
Polka dot it is. Polka dotted calf.
Can you believe in my new spic span polka dotted world?
Polka dot magic, clean and quickly lovingly unfurled?
Polka dot skin, and I am one who should know.
Freckles and age spots, truly make me glow.
Polka dot dresses and polka dots on ties.
Polka dot magic in front of my green eyes.
Polka dots forever, let’s elect them president.
With a polka dot cabinet, who are heaven-sent.
Polka dot walls and polka dot floors.
Polka dot entities, from worlds rarely seen outdoors.
Polka dot eclipses, and brown and blue polka dotted eyes.
Polka dots on ants and polka dots on flies.
Polka dot flowers and polka dot bells.
Polka dot everything, for me and sweet Nells.
Contest: Polka Dots Written Jan 10, 2019 Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
It was raining and so great to play,
outside- though the blue sky was gray.
Oh, an adventure to embark,
to run and fly like a skylark!
But, my sister blocked the doorway.
So, I thought up a getaway,
quiet, I tiptoed on the parquet.
Dotted 'brella and me to park!
It was r a i n i n g !
I walked fast on the crossway,
yes, I was bad to disobey.
A park bench was my floating arc,
I was flying free as a lark!
Sister, found me with kisses gay.
It was RAINING !
______________________
September 25, 2017
Rondeau/The Boy With The Dotted 'Brella
Copyright Protected, ID 942530
Written for the contest, Red and White Polka Dotted Umbrella
sponsor, Eve Roper
First Place
When you get to the king’s palace
My brother
Whenever you get the chance to sit and dine with the king
Do not raise your shoulders so high,
So high above the level of your head
Do not ask him for too many favors
Do not stir up old quarrels
Never should you reflect upon the past bone of contention;
Remember all those who helped you-
Those who introduced you to the king
And his cohorts
Do not eat hastily
Nor drink noisily
In the presence of the princes
Uphold your beautiful, courageous character;
Do not deflower the young princess there
Do not stand or leave the presence of the king
With crumpled shirts or an unkempt bow-tie
Many lives have been lost before you gained acceptance
And recognition to stay in that glamorous palace-
It sounds though like Pyrrhic victory in my ears:
Our gains do not outweigh our losses.
May we sing the glad song of Moses?
I shall be consoled by the long stretch
Of the dotted semibreve.
Written by Ebenezer K N Baiden- Amissah
P O Box LG 1254, Legon, Accra.
Telephone 0245310380/0201257024
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