pancake queen
corn dog princess
Mrs. Wheat
Sugar cane queen
All is well and good
But where is the Toilet Brush Princess
and the Dust Mop Queen?
Summer rain
Sidewalk chalkboard eraser
Nature’s dust mop
Gutter gurgling street cleaner
Cold tickles soaking a smile
Awakener of worms
No hands car wash
Childhood puddle dreams
Umbrella salesman
Mud merchant
The hush
Upon the edge of heat
I shook my old mop through the air-
dust flew, whirled about like small stars
and moons circling planets like ours!
Who's shaking their dust mop up there?
September 1, 2021
Contest: Your Best Four-Line Light Verse, No. 2
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
ABBA Rhyme
AS IT IS
I am going up the ladder of life.
Killing all the blow flies in sight.
Knocking down the spider webs as I sing to myself.
I am feeling so alive.
I am going to put up new shelves.
I am thinking about doing something real.
Like getting high and liking the environment I am in while I drink me a Budweiser.
I just want me a quite place to relax in outer space.
This may just be a mood swing.
A thing and a physicality all as one and the sun is shining.
Life is the brightest gleam.
Will it last is overpowering and is questioning me.
What a metaphor.
I am singing like a songbird.
All made from how I feel.
I am on top of the world as it is.
With my dust mop I clean.
Dwelling and thriving within, its affinity and more than a ascertain well-being.
I am strutted to achieve, to be visionary, and to dream.
It is as a universal scheme.
Sashaying and I am almost done.
Opening the curtains... embracing the sun.
The joy stratagems silently.
I am that personification embodied.
As it is, the world is a wonderful place to be within.
As it is, I sing for the joy it gives.
As it is, As it is, As it is...
|Written October 19, 2015!|
Tenacity and Audacity
When day does start then has been through
What will it be that most men must do
To make sure his marriage becomes complete
So she thinks everything is oh, so sweet.
Each morning he does dust mop floor
See Seattle Seahawks game and the score
And back to man cave he will flitter
After cleaning up all of the cat liter.
Brings Christmas decorations down each stair
And every time as they will look out there
People at all of it have gazed and gazed
Each one of them ended up truly amazed.
His daily duties are complete and all done
And now realizes he is the only one
Who found this to be within his capacity
Thoroughly with audacity and much tenacity.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
There once was a housewife named Claire
Who shook out her mop in the air
The dust whirled like stars
The Earth, Moon, and Mars-
Who’s shaking a dust mop up there?
The best damn bike - I’d ever seen
Metallic paint - British Racing Green
Retro Styled – built for fun, not speed
A fine design – very fine indeed
Out for a spin - to the shops and back
In a short time - I’d got the knack
Down the hill – wasn’t even trying
But man alive – I was really flying
What’s that – a bloody cat!
Waved my arms – shouted "SCAT!"
The dumb thing froze – like a dust mop
Yanked on the anchors – rapid stop
Slammed down hard – on the cross-bar
White hot pain – testicular trauma
Truth be told – I’m no wimp
But to this day – I walk with a limp
[Originally published on my blog on world poetry day]
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