#1
eroding hooded in-
fantry hounds endure
rear entry neutron edific-
ation
#2
ninety hidden round-
heads defied the
nations's fourth and
vinyl deity
#3
handy indentured Randy
hoed the feud from his
rooftop redoubt
#4
though yearning for
funds i found
knot butt frauds in my
yard
#5
tiny fading freon
nodes adore yon
daring radon onions
#6
reading frothy innu-
endo is only
funny when the
rhino's red hooves have
little or no foundation
#7
not so ornery
fiends hand out in-
ordinate amounts of
Henry's once hoarded
fortune
To deny oneself of the things you are fond of
Long conversations, goofy talks
little candy of love and care
the melody of understanding each other
the wait for the phone to ring.
It's a shakespeare tragedy,
Falling out of the loop
Riding the cycle the wrong way
just to stand out and keep it cool.
It aches right at the core
to not have something you absolutely adore
But you sit silently for the sake of peace
or because you know It'd go unheard.
I don't know if that's love
For me it was always like roses
Either I forgot about the thorns or the lovely smell made it non-existent.
I try to comprehend it,
put the puzzle back into one piece
It might take time but well
a poet will never put her love to sleep.
~ Shreshtha Mishra
goofy squirrel twins with their hair askew and eyes so big
they tormented the acorns, and the tree, stepping on every twig
they scurried up the trunk, and scattered leavings all over the ground
we watch them daily; they are the best entertainment around
All that
remains
of our
love
is a faded Polaroid,
a carton of cigarettes,
and two cases of beer.
I'll forget you soon,
but for now,
I'm cracking open
another one—
let's hope these
memories
blur!
Me and my chicken
Won't take a lickin'
Whenever he crows
Everyone knows it's
Me and my chicken.
Me and my chicken
Our hearts are tickin'
Cluckin' and pickin'
Here in the thicken
We keep on kickin'
Me and my chicken
Rooster and wiccan
You be awestricken
Your heart will quicken
For me and my chicken.
I would give everything I own
Give up my hat, toupee, and comb
I would give everything I own
Just to scratch your back again.
I went outside to pee
Underneath the cactus tree
But now I'm in the Ho Spittle
The cactus fell on me.
Oh the cactus tree the cactus tree
I went out to pee and it fell on me.
The cactus tree the cactus tree
It's such a mystery.
Rascally roadrunner in the sun
finding grasshoppers on the run
feed your babies high protein
build a nest off the ground
in my two live oaks
run up and down
smiling clown
goofy
bird
When
the heat
gets too much
and drinks are few
and baths fewer still
find the nearest sprinkler
a thoughtful human neighbor
has turned on specially for you
repay kindness with showy gusto
Oh, the piggy loves you
The piggy loves me
The piggy is homeless,
yessiree.
Give the pig a cookie
Give the pig a bed
Or maybe a sarcophagus,
in case the piggy's dead.
Punch'm in the snout
Poke'm in the eye
Take the piggy home
and dump'm in the sty
I once had a buddy named Bob
He was an unbearable slob
I pressed him a suit
And dressed him up cute
He dirtied it quickly, the knob.
goofy giraffe is generous, but he has almost no sense
He often falls into ponds, and once walked into a fence
But he’s a great guy; he once loaned me a sixpence
my best friend some days, even though he is dense.
Goofy clock tower town at base of the Russian sea,
You are pretty weird, and how unusual you be ….
With your plump wavy houses and shops, you amuse me
I wonder who lives there, are they wild and free?
Do they design interesting things in their sleep for you and me?
Your uncommon designs are fascinating, don’t you agree?
Who gave you your spectacular-ness, who would that be?
I am coming to visit you, I am already traveling by sea.
When I get there, you had better be as great as your fee
For your admission is pretty steep, and none of your events are free.
I am impressed by your literature, numbering twenty-three
See you soon clock tower town; my name is Shirley McGee.
Sassy Patsy Pugglespuff
Sat in the mire
Wasn't feeling warm enough
So set her hair on fire.
I wander and ponder
And couldn't be fonder
Of things I've seen yonder
Driving in my Honder.
Monkeys make the world go round
The world go round, the world go round
Monkeys make the world go round
They make the world go round.
Vervet, howler, capuchin
Marmoset or tamarin
Their ooking and their screaming sound
Can make the world go round.
Monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey
Monkey-monkey-monkey
Monkey-monkey-monkey-monkey
Monkey-monkey-monkey.
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