me mate duckbill platypus
feels claustrophobic in my car
me other mate asked me to be his running buddy
we ran once, then he said it was too cold
what a load of rubbish
the river of death that finishes a hard life
when we ran, he fell to his knees
calling for a chair
we stopped at the McDonald's drive-thru and
Jericho in the back started talking into the speaker
about the haunting impact of one's past actions
and personal choices that have broader
societal implications
when we pulled up at the window
they gave him a burger
Categories:
duckbill, america, art, fate,
Form: Free verse
Shall I compare you, O streams, with my very veins?
Let me do it; let me see who loses who gains;
My veins fill up my body; full of flesh-and-blood;
Your presence fills each thud, spud, flood and little bud...!
Pulmonary, umbilical, muscular, Ha!
Hearing all these, I, a simple man, stand in awe;
I know you quench my thirst and refresh me until,
Unquenchable thirst is evoked toward God still...!
One-way valve, they say; duckbill valve; venae cavae;
Your works, O streams, I just can't leave, believe; perceive;
You serve as takers of blood from organ to heart,
Your functioning could be compared to a fine-art...!
Oxygen to tissues, is like sun to flower,
Streams, midst sun and shower, like clouds, each reach hover;
Veins in me keep me endlessly till end alive,
Streams assist mother earth to eternally survive...!
13 August 2022
Categories:
duckbill, spring, water,
Form: Rhyme
Tyrannosaurus have come to bore us
till the next Jurassic Park movie’s nigh
Archaeopteryx’s feathers look more like sticks
who believes this lizard could fly?
Triceratops were dutiful pops
still the kids got a horn in the eye,
though Hadrosaurus were really flatus
their duckbill toots were just a sigh.
But with Comet Chicxulub,
Dinos joined the extinct club
though bird descendants remain
and if we don’t get our act together
Homo-sapiens’ fate will be the same.
Categories:
duckbill, children, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Early one morn the sun did sink
in the west as the moon arose
And Farmer Jones inspected his rose
of purple corn, which began to dance
Shedding sheaves, donning pants...
While in the barn, the cow was neighing
at Ed the horse, professorially saying
That Oscar the penguin had quacked his last quack
unless the Porcupine's magic needles bring him back...
Back in the house, Mrs. Jones was a-me-owing
at her pet bird Elvis, who was busy massaging
The tummy of the chipmunk, Rufus, a big of a doofus
while her rattlesnake, "Nixon," was clearly a-fixin'
To tickle Farmer Smith's duckbill platypus
though that really shouldn't matter to us...
A miracle happens every single minute ---
the sun comes up, the moon goes down,
The world turns round --- But they remain unreceived
~ unless there's something unusual in them perceived
Categories:
duckbill, miracle, nature, universe,
Form: Rhyme
Our loud and proud spanking new sixth grade student named Tony Maloy,
Had bragged about being from the island of exotic St. Croix.
He brazenly came late into McD’s classroom, screaming, “AHOY!”
Our teacher rolled his blue eyes, and under his breath whispered, “oh,joy.”
We became instant friends as I knew he was going to be a really fun boy.
Because quite frankly, unflappable Mr. Duckbill is rather hard to annoy.
Categories:
duckbill, 4th grade, 5th grade,
Form: Monorhyme