Silverback led his gorilla by the wrist
out into the fog and missed,
lost his heart and then his way,
sadly, he was heard to say,
"Don't get me wrong,
I'm no King Kong,
it's plain to see,
so, don't make a monkey out of me."
Silverback took his gorilla by the hand,
looking for the promised land,
a jungle bungle at very best,
made him roar and beat his chest,
"What can I say,
she's no 'Fay Wray,'
here on the ground
I'm an ape, I don't monkey around."
where shadows play in woods
lies the tale of moonlit fay
whispered through the ancient trees
hidden from the gentle gale
they dance in circles under the starry skies
casting spells in crystal jars
with eyes gleaming like dewdrops
wings of azure tint
their laughter soft as light rain
echoes through the wide forest
wardens of the twilight gap
in their secret shade
when the mortals wander lost
they guide them to safer zone
but beware not all is kind
In the fey land shine
A breeze of super heated love the ancients called it
At the forth angle trumped up charges bemoan you
Twas a case of of an eagle eating a chic..... cry folly
Cry folly for Roy was as is his usual MO a by passer
How can you let her use you're premises yet no pay..
Are you Roi for real threatened the pistol service Bro
Yes you are our Bro Intelligence son is you're not..
Not uttered as Kaayan and by it a pointed index mark
Where did the fingerlings who abide by fingering... Eh
Leave a Mark that Roi now you have to be roasted..
The wheels of justice grind and groan in the mean time
Co-Optation has never been sur-judged as a justice means
In Esoteric font Roi Fold you're wings.. Let chics Be..
Who said you have to stay in the form of the Eagle
A Leopard you are an African Black Panthre' On My Mark.
Christmas elves swooped down on me and whisked me away
Because they liked my hat! Claimed our crazy neighbor Fay
Why didn’t they just take the hat? I asked, toasting my bread.
I don’t know, she admitted. Maybe they liked the shape of my head.
Where did they take you? My husband asked, a big surprise.
He usually does not care about her story and it is barely sunrise.
To the North Pole, of course! Fay said, with a look at my toast.
This wild story is so like her, but at least it was a whine not a boast.
There once was a woman named Fay
who would frighten most men away,
she was grossly fat
and most didn’t like that;
but the ones that did; begged to stay.
(Limerick)
05/14/2023
Funny, Bawdy, or Humorous Limerick
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Rhymezone/HowManySyllables
Morgan Le Fay, born in England, becomes a priestess
and a leader of the sixth century cult called Darkhold.
Later turns into the supervillain of Marvel Comics
and the nemesis of the original Black Knight.
Derived from her faerie genetic configuration,
she possesses natural affinity for magical forces,
that made her one of world’s greatest female sorcerers
who can mystically manipulate the earth’s ecosystem.
She can cast illusion to remove spirits from their bodies,
place them under her total control as an enchantress.
With the supernatural power to transmute things,
she can change people and animals into other forms.
Her schemes have crossed the limits of centuries,
the true power of the magician filled with ill will,
destroys kingdoms and challenges all the Avengers,
while her elven heritage grants her immortality.
She can control the astral space where she once existed
and descending on earth she tries to take it over.
Her feats earn her a place in Sanctum Sanctorium
as the world’s latest sorcerer supreme.
_____________
April 9, 2023
Contest : The Women Of Hellboy
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Foxy Frisky Feline Forecaster Frantic Fay
Wished good weather would come their way
Saying stiff swishy, sadly serious storms will stay.
She was booed out of the newsroom and far away.
I wrote a limerick the other day
About an old girlfriend named Norma Fay
She wanted my bod,
Lying on the sod
As for Norma Fay, what more can I say?
written January 29, 2022
Her name was Frosty Fay, and she loved a great winter day.
She brought in rolling gray clouds, the kind that often slay.
Accompanied by the coldest winds imaginable, that made a dog bray.
She came in hard with twinkling frost and icicles last Wednesday.
Glued-to-TV Fay and Glued-also Jim
Watching love match shows sighing on a whim.
Both pining away
For a wedding day
Chance meeting from Lazy-Boys mighty slim.
She danced in the woods
throwing dewdrops upon the leaves,
by the dozens.
This twilight sentinel
sashaying about the forest.
No one sees her,
only the trees and wildlife
know her secret;
this faerie of the twilight.
A dancer in ethereal light
winged and delicate
she serves Mother Earth
with reverence.
On unbearably pleasant days
she beckons the ferryman
to taxi her to the
dark places of her past
to stock up on bitterness,
envy, rancor
a delusional cocktail for the
attention-starved addict
with the trademark, fatalistic,
false sense of power.
Self-respect makes a break for it
while she coddles demons in her sleep.