Like a thought of fuzz.
Combines like chicken claws.
Similar to how January doesn’t like anyone.
Enters my mind like a speck of gratitude.
Or everlasting stuff and weirdness.
Like a thought of fuzz.
Existence is a steering wheel speckled with glazed over feelings.
Enters my mind with patience.
Everywhere like perforations.
I have enough teetering in my pocket.
Lasts all February.
Curling, breathy, bearing weight and nothing more.
Like a thought of fuzz.
Floats for a while.
Drops down everlasting.
My brain is full of fuzz
With Footle rhyming buzz
Much harder than it looks
This is one for the books
I was only four,
running out the kitchen door.
There she was -
a ball of pep -
first sight love, and yep,
her fur like fuzz.
In circles she would run,
for us brothers, fun -
four legs of joy.
We played tug of war,
and whatever more
is needed for a boy?
She was my best friend
until it had to end
in ten years time.
She made childhood sweeter,
my rhythm and my meter,
she was my rhyme.
Little drummer boy with a rum-tum-dumb
Beat out a melody in ghetto slum
Fuzz drove slowly by
Saw Santa in sky
Consumed donuts as he fell on his bum
Written 11-29-2022
Contest: a Funny Christmas or December Holiday Limerick
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My purse is sheer seventies, with sassy swinging fringe.
Cut from flowered leather straps – pink and yellow on white leather.
I feel seventeen when I wear it.
Listen to seventies music – Beach Boys, Beatles, Mama Cass.
I am sassy too, driving over ninety miles an hour now.
Putting the pedal to the metal.
Getting my groove on.
Uh-oh.
Watch me run from the Fuzz!
It's nine days past the first day of fall
Don't remind me, winter will cause snowballs
Tossed at “The Fuzz”
Eating donuts with love
That's why they're so fat, no, I wasn't under the influence of alcohol
You are my most favorite and
The greatest friend I’ve ever had.
You have never failed at making
Me smile, your cute and silly ways
Always tricking me when you play
Hide and seek and just before I’d freak
Thinking you’d run away from home
Leaving me all alone, you’d
Pop your head out from your
Bed enough for me to see
Your fuzzy head, oh so small.
So small and so brave, full
Of courage as you so happily
Roll around in your ball,
Ready to conquer it all.
You are the greatest pet
To me, you surely beat them all.
My hamster, my
“Lil Fuzz Ball”
I recall when my son went to grow his first mustache.
After the manly thrill, of shaving once a week had passed.
He'd spend an hour in the bath, gelling hair so straight up it would stick.
Then he'd come down to breakfast, strutting his upper lip.
I tried not to laugh, while biting the inside of my cheek.
It looked like a Porcupine on his head, but his stache was weak.
It looked like a cross between peach fuzz and a prickly pear.
As if they drew straws, to see who, on his lip, would stick out where.
He'd stroke his lip with thumb and forefinger, to draw attention to it.
He'd turn his head this way and that, so from the light, the few hairs were lit.
Well, time has passed and his stache manned up along with his beard.
Although it will never be of Mountain Man caliber, I fear.
But he does do "scruffy" well and the girls all seem to like it.
And you know, my girl charming son, works it to his benefit.
For my oldest son Jesse.
Just something to embarrass you with.
Hey, it's my job.
Brain of mushy pink,
Worm curled in my skull,
Morph and stand up
Under the full moon glow!
Don a velvet cloak
Of blood and nerve;
Whisper in my ear
Electric secrets
To splatter on the page,
Until tranquility returns,
When I must mourn once more
The loss of you,
My muse.
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Write now! contest
Tons of peaches
Growing on every tree
You'd think I'd wash off the fuzz
Nope, not me
One after the other
Juice dripping down my chin
I feel my lips beginning to burn
The swelling begins
Who needs lips stick
When you have lips this luscious and red
Their bigger than Julia Roberts
I'll need a tractor to lift them into bed.
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