Elf Eli kept tripping over his enormously big boots
You will grow into them said his brother named Shoots
It took me six years to grow into mine you know
Their mother could not resist a sale, knowing they would grow
an enormously ambitious bumble bee
refused to help her hive with the royal jelly
she flew away and was now wild and free
settling in the Ozark Mountains of Tennessee
She loved bluegrass music and slapping of a knee
squatted in a hickory and there was no fee
her neighbor’s muscle car was from the Grand Prix
She was delighted to see this in Tennessee
Her new roommate was a lively chickadee
the art they used was made by handsome Paul Klee
a convict found them and begged to live in their tree
it was the first argument if you ask Lee or me
convict arrived anyway with his wife Merry Dee
His wife was a llama, he was a brown monkey
welcome new friends, said the loving chickadee
his wife was not happy; she could not climb the tree.
it was autumn and the leaves were everywhere
the bunny rider came out of the skies, without a care
her steed was white with enormously large teeth
and bunny ears that flopped above and beneath
he had a sidekick, his cousin small pink bunny boy
treated him with respect, and yet, he was like a toy
the bunny rider’s hair was flowing, red as the leaves
they flew through the air, next to my steed named Jeeves
Jeeves is a goat, and he could hardly keep up with them.
They are so fast! He lamented. His face was sad and grim.
We can ride along side, they are our friends, I said.
The bunny rider’s hair was maple leaf color, truly red.
moth
Luna
light pea green
flies to the light
nightly visitor
enormously large wings
circling brilliant streetlight
especially active in May
found between midnight and two o’clock
I see myself as fair and helpful
a friendly ally... so I'm surprised
to see me singled out and
ostracized from your bubble.
Perhaps I've insulted you
by not agreeing with your views
though I've gone out of my way
to be diplomatic and polite.
Perhaps I've not lavished you
with honours when judging
my contests with blind impartiality
and that displeased you enormously.
Perhaps I've given you a suggestion
to consider ways to improve your poem
and you assumed I showed arrogance
and deserve to be cut out of your circle.
I'll never know the reasons that justify
why I've been singled out and ostracized
and you obviously have no intention
to discuss or reconsider ~ it’s your call.
So be it ~
AP: 1st place 2025
women were curvy and applauded for it in the forties and fifties
In the sixties, they wore pillbox hats, and Jackie O tweed suits
Twiggy was introduced as the one we were to emulate soon after
she had measurements like my own twenty, twenty, twenty
she must have subsisted on a teaspoon of cereal a day
maybe two peanuts and a sprinkle of juice
I am sure she was not allowed a whole apple
this is when teens began trying to starve themselves
I know because I was one of them
thinking I was enormously fat at one hundred and eight pounds.
riggle raggle piggle paggle rat rat rat
what’s the average weight of a Siamese cat?
riggle raggle piggle paggle rat rat rat
what’s the most dangerous blood sucking kind of bat?
riggle raggle piggle paggle rat rat rat
Aunt Mary, how did you get so enormously fat?
riggle raggle piggle paggle rat rat rat
why are you sitting on Uncle’s thoroughly squashed hat?
I remember brushing my hair in the dark
hearing the electricity zap
my twin and I used to touch the air, getting shocked
laughing about it
this was enormously fun when we were ten
Lavender gingham dress
Teensy tiny cotton checks
Laced pinafore with dotted Swiss trim
Thick scratchy twirling tulle petticoat
Lacy white Sunday school gloves
I twirled my dress in my shiny patent leather shoes
Feeling enormously pretty
Capsulate, wrenching wore around the nook
Never asked to swing her lips and hardness hook
A scary flood of fumes, fire her tears
And the invoice innocence of her beats
Enormously resonant as the dark dirt
Self-like a famished, fainted convert
Echoes the intensity of despair, she oftenly hides
Yet, quietness and lowliness wove at every side
She the rose’ pearl, mourns with an unbearable bow
Vulnerable Bones, cracked beats, and broken hurls
Yet, the prayer’s mat, where she cures and curls
Heaviness altogether haunts her innerness
But, believe her brilliance, vanishing faintness.
Let’s have a family powwow on zoom.
That way we’ll get to see the new bride and groom.
Six households were ready to teleconference that day.
A dancing parrot with a nasty mouth kind of got in the way.
We had no idea this spoiled bird would be along.
He wore a pirate hat and sang an awfully bawdy song.
The kids thought groom’s bird was hilarious, laughed their tongues out.
What did he say? Grandpa asked, with an enormously loud shout.
The bride was embarrassed by her new husband’s nasty pet.
She said “put him away!” but Grandma Garland yelled “Not quite yet!”
Grandpa's not been interested in anything new since nineteen sixty-three.
A unanimous vote from the rest of us said “let the bawdy parrot be.”
Giant pony-like puppy does not take no for an answer
A grizzly is less aggressive; he intentionally steps on my toes
If he gets any bigger, he will outweigh a giant boar
If I try to write, he runs off with my pencil in his mouth
Do I dare paint?
Painting is out. He has devoured many brushes.
He loves the attention and demands more of it.
Some times he runs full weight at me
Jumping on my recliner and tipping me.
A giant puppy who is usually wet.
We are unsure where all this water is coming from.
He has stolen our hearts, commandeering our home.
Changing our lives in enormously funny ways.
We can not fathom life without him.
she is wearing a bedraggled housedress
blue with enormously large red and yellow mums
it is faded now, but really soft, threadbare in spots
we surprise her with a new one for her eightieth birthday
she overly thanks us with this pink delight
but we never see her wear it; she wears the old one
when her estate is up for sale there are sixteen boxes
with brand new housedresses in them
none worn
people gave her new ones every year for Christmas
and for her birthday but she liked the old one.
They buried her in it.
mama’s pies were the best around
her crust was flaky and sugary
no one could bake a pie like she
she never baked a pie
she always baked three or four
I guess she only knew how to make lots of crust
there was enough left to sugar and cinnamon
for my sister and brother and I
she baked that on a cookie sheet and it was delicious!
her lemon meringue was a delicacy about which I still salivate
hot rhubarb pie with a tangy zesty zing, oh, my,
she could bake a terrific pie!
her pudding pies were enormously successful
she dolloped whipped cream on those.
I have not had a good pie since she left this earth.
Looking forward to more of mom’s pies in heaven
one of these days
Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning
heavier than usual, today they felt enormously weighted.
have I always been this bogged down? He wondered
Weighted down from end to end, fowled from way back.
his wife did not ask what was wrong.
She has learned it is better not to mention his aches and pains.
the cage feels pretty confined when he is flying like a hummingbird.
He gave her part of a stink eye, but she pretended not to see.
Phoenix men are grouchy in their older ages.
Point had never been grumpy in his youth.
When the babies were growing up.
Now they were gone; he had lost purpose.
Why don’t you reincarnate this morning?
The minute she said it, she knew this was a mistake.
Point gave her another mean look.
“Why? Do you want to get rid of me?”
She begged him to get a hobby, but nothing interested him.
I would be grumpy too, if I did not have a hobby, she thought.
She wandered into the back of their cage and began to write.
“Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning….”
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