A beast named Gavin Godzilla
Liked a girl named Priscilla.
The issue was that he was a klutz
And it drove everyone nuts.
He was an embarrassed, sorry gorilla.
He broke everything that he touched
And accidentally smutched.
He tripped on his feet
And tried to retreat
Because he felt ashamed and blushed.
Gavin came to Priscilla one day and said,
“I know I’m clumsy and have a big head
But I like you a lot.
To live without you, I cannot.
Will you please be mine?” He pled.
Priscilla was delighted and squealed a big yes
But there was a catch that she addressed.
“To help with your clumsiness” and with a snap,
She put on Gavin a ton of bubble wrap!
They still loved each other nonetheless.
I'd never sat through A Thriller
In which a Tiller,not Killer
Was The Intended Godzilla;
Whether in town shot or villa:
The killer always The Pillar...
Never the Farm-Minding Tiller
Nor Grocery-Running Miller
Nor wheel-chair confined Bruce Bila
Unholstered-Gun-Bearing Killer
A Thriller makes a real feeler
And its marketer wise dealer;
In his films loved by his wheeler
And The Bleeding by his healer...
But it's some salute to bloodshed
And helping of free tears,eyes red;
Scared kids resolved on earlier sleep
But on their bed for a wake keep.
He was the best influencer in the world and he knew it.
In the neighborhood he was a star, an Internet hit.
Unconditionally loved his family; watched them sleep.
Had his large arms in every situation, no matter how deep.
He found the Internet one night when the others went to bed.
Logged onto Snap Chat and Instagram, and took photo of his head.
By a quartet to four, he had a following of three hundred and two.
He had followers now, so he added a video of himself too.
Daily he sneaked into closets and threw on clothes galore.
He wore sweatshirts and helmets, and dresses and more.
The checks started coming in like out of thin air.
Before he knew it, Godzilla was a flipping millionaire!
He shared his money with his family. Two kids and a dad.
They had a wife and mom once, but she had gone bad.
She tried to come back when she found out about the money
But by then Dad and Godzilla each had a new honey.
I’d made a tower, a wooden block tower that reached toward the sky
And on the roof stood my superman toy, I believed he wanted to fly.
He stood beside a Tonka truck that was parked safely in a truck stop.
It was an amazing build this tower of mine where all was on the roof top.
It was big, strong, the foundations were solid, it had a good grip on the ground,
And the architecture was a quaint design, and the engineering was oddly sound.
But then my young sister, let’s call her Godzilla, walked into the city of creation,
And with a whoosh of her hands she wiped it out leaving utter complete devastation.
Superman flew across the room, landing in the fish tank, quickly sinking into the pond.
The Tonka truck landed on our pet dog, who flew through the door, outside and beyond.
So I stood up, being the Giant of Good, and challenged Godzilla to a duel in our fable.
But then we stopped, had to leave the scene, mum called out, food was on the table.
I will return to this scene and rebuild my tower, make it bigger, better, robust.
And when Godzilla comes in I’ll give her a job, to cover it in her magical fairy dust.
There once was a woman named Camilla,
She wanted a castle but not a villa,
So she got a prince,
But he started to wince,
When she started to look more like Godzilla.
Poetry contest: monsters and Marvels
Date: 10.08.14
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Godzilla likes to terrorize
And bring fear in peoples lives
When he took an anger fit
Tokyo destroyed bit by bit
Fiery eyes full of hate
Not one second he would wait
To start tearing down
A big city he has found
And used as a fun game
While hotness and red flame
Rage out of his mouth and nose
Temper rises as he shows
His ability to cause
A lot of suffering and loss
To whoever's in his path
His postalness is growing fast
So run as far as you can
This monsters getting out of hand
And wont stop anytime soon
His enjoyments spreading doom
As he goes on more rampage
Using Tokyo as a stage
To perform a play that will
Go on cause he likes the thrill
ROPEBURN GODZILLA
i was looking for the brown bottle
she had imagined for me
even promised
leaf shadows
35 year old doughnuts
still
in the closet
i am reading this in a m o n o t o n e
unctuous
which she would have appreciated
all the years of pantachromic salted rhyme
reading alone
on a gray beach on an ok day
looking
for that bottle
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