The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody
Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree
Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix?
Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry
A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee
Making her a friend in furious practicality
Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy
Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry
Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me.
I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey
Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe
Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry
The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually
Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey
The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee
Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee
I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee
The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.
Lukewarm loudmouth listless ludicrous Leland Lee
Made a merry mockery goading murderous Melody
Nefarious needlessness if you ask the likes of me
Offensive objectifying ornery oddball oddity.
Parlaying pretty pukey habits during the grand Prix
Quarrels started up about it all over our family.
The elixir, the liquid transparent treasure
flowing through the caverns of rocks unto the unfathomable abysmal layers of the Garden,
Replete in rivers, streams, brooks and cascades.
Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien !
Les arbres, les herbs the fauna et flora on the valleys and the peaks of mountains, plains and prairies, the largest Fishery that surrounds this civilized planet with its trillions of schools , fleets and herds; and the oasis at the vast stretches of dreadful deserts.
Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien !
La Lune et le Soleil - the queen and the king of the heavenly orbit and the million minions of celestial celebrities with their ceaseless service and servitude turning the canopy unto a kaleidoscope beyond comparison.
Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien ! Praise the Lord and preserve the prize !
Ça, n'oubliez pas !
Miami Mall is rocking with aliens from star planets galore.
The worst thing is they are not buying anything from a store.
They are hypnotizing the salespeople and getting stuff free.
Items are leaving the mall faster than a grand prix shopping spree.
Someone who was watching what was happening averted his eyes.
He got on his phone and he dialed the Miami Dade policemen guys.
By the time they arrived the aliens had stolen billions of things.
Including several trays full of jewelry – emeralds and gold diamond rings.
The policemen came running in all confident, some in a huff.
They were hypnotized right away, and stopped acting so tough.
I decided to join the aliens and got myself a new blouse and chair.
Feeling pretty confident as I left with my loot, walking out into night air.
How much more delightful can this tree be?
She has been named by her colleagues, the tree of glee
She has been an influencer since her mama’s knee
If you met her, you would have to quickly agree
She is a tree who could shake up the Grand Prix
Her limbs zigzag in the wind wild and free
She has enticed so many letters, namely c, d and e.
A tree with a mission, unknown to thee or me
If you want her secret, she’s the only one with a key
Try to get me to help you, and I will hide and flee
The only thing I know for sure, is that she is a she
She was named the tree of zee by my cousin Melanie.
My neighbour, Mellifluous Myrtle
Her urine she’d stir with a spurtle
She’d give me a wink
Then down it as drink
She’s loopier than the mock turtle!
One Sunday we’d watched the Grand Prix
She proffered a flask of her pee
I said, “Sorry dear
It’s cloudy not clear -
I much prefer my English tea!”
Her pubic hair she'd tried to perm
The lotion gave a nasty burn
I phoned up Bill, her son
And said ,"Please visit mum,
Her conduct is cause for concern."
I recently heard some great news
That Myrtle’s son won a year cruise
I must hope and then pray
When they leave on Friday
Her bev’rages ain’t from the loos!
excited daring chickadee living by the China Sea
got permission to drive in the Grand Prix
first chick to be invited in history
grandma got excited and slapped her knee.
wait a second said Uncle Lee. Is there a fee?
yes but I have earned money from my geometry.
and my books on the craziness of biology.
my UK royalties are as great as they can be.
grandma hoisted a yellow banner in her old elm tree.
said “My grandson Mike will be driving in the Grand Prix.”
friends flew over from all directions to take a selfie.
causing the whole family to go on a social media spree.
Anti-Poem – “At Pinks With Little Susie”
maybe if we hold hands the dizziness will go away
little susie be driving a ‘62 gray pontiac grand prix
she say driving is easy once you get the hang of it
tan nyloned legs caress the gas pedal with mettle
flying fast now she stops at melrose and van ness
susie say she feels sick and thinks it’s the roadkill
i just hit something bad she say it ain’t alive now
maybe if we play parcheesi all day it will go away
my problems be like sticky ants she say they stay
susie parks the pontiac in a shaded lot on la brea
she says she wants a pinks hot dog and a yoohoo
cool guys with duck tails and taps hang out there
their scarf-wearing chicks smoke filter cigarettes
susie thinks life is a vicious monster with no eyes
it just attacks and kills everyday and everywhere
susie say her hot dog tastes good tastes like love
will you marry me susie i says suddenly laughing
maybe if we marry all the bad things will go away
little susie be driving home now holding my hand
madagascar monkey, chickadee and delaware donkey
all three argued about the zesty orange pekoe tea
monkey said on the cover was Crocodile Dundee
chickadee and donkey would not agree
said it looked more like Tolly Wolly Zee tree
this kind of arguing is hurtful said Auntie Vee
that is gleefully silly said my cousin Twitching Twee
what about my japanese sushi asked Uncle Wee Bee.
His lunch had been dug from the China Sea
I was consternated but only me.
lee lee was showing off her pie of chick-a-pea.
let’s let this argument die, said Aunt Bea.
being friends with each other is the ultimate key
are those arguers the only sweet potato pies you see?
what if they flee? Asked lee, dee, and grand prix.
that would be no big deal, said auntie spree.
an argument that would die as soon as we decided to agree.
i was consternated, but only me.
Oh, mighty bee, hear my heartfelt plea…
Big request by the darling chimpanzee
He wants you to assist the Illinois Grand Prix
Ride in race car with him and his chickadee
They agree they will pay the contest fee
Trying to procure the loving cup key
This invitation to tea is given to you with glee
Lee might show up if he is not on a crime spree
The chimpanzee has not yet invited me
But I’ve heard good things about his Irish tea
I can personally vouch for the blue chickadee
They will serve tea at the top of old oak tree
Please meet them there at twelve until three
This plea is a big deal, not a bit wee.
Tea will be served in tree’s giant Vee.
How much more welcome could you be?
Valentine’s day chimpanzee has designs on me
I tell him I am taken, and he says “tee hee!”
I show him my initial, the ancient letter C.
He says come and sit down up my knee.
I tell him I am old enough to remember Paul Klee
He says we should spoon under the old oak tree
I tell him I cannot, for today they give ice cream for free
Introducing him to the king of the Old Grand Prix
My husband Chick looks down at the tiny chimpanzee
Scaring him so hard, that the little guy doth flee
He shot off faster than a golf ball on a magic tee.
I guess my husband Chickadee plans on keeping me.
I enjoy reading through the New Poems List
Skipping only those who’ve proven a waste
Naming even ten, so many would be missed
I could never perform this exercise posthaste.
Skipping only those who’ve proven a waste
I find gems in the poetry of at least thirty-three
Some of the best are naughty, others chaste,
Occasionally I find one worthy of a grand prix.
I find gems in the poetry of at least thirty-three
I faithfully read every single poem they write,
Occasionally I find one worthy of a grand prix
If I listed three, I’d be certain to provoke a fight.
I faithfully read every single poem they write,
Genuinely impressed and moved by so many
If I listed three, I’d be certain to provoke a fight
For poets are a sensitive group, we’ve a-plenty.
Genuinely impressed and moved by so many
Naming even ten, so many would be missed
For poets are a sensitive group, we’ve a-plenty,
I enjoy reading through the New Poems List.
Written December 3, 2022
[Original version before it was
modified to fit three-stanza
requirement for contest.]
I enjoy reading through the New Poems List
Skipping only those who’ve proven a waste
Naming even ten, so many would be missed
I could never perform this exercise posthaste.
Skipping only those who’ve proven a waste
I find gems in the poetry of at least forty-three
Some of the best are naughty, others chaste,
Occasionally I find one worthy of a grand prix.
I find gems in the poetry of at least forty-three
Naming even ten, so many would be missed,
Occasionally I find one worthy of a grand prix
I enjoy reading through the New Poems List.
Written December 3, 2022
Submitted to "Three Best Poets" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet
[modified Pantoum to meet three-stanza
requirement]
C and I were as confused as could be.
Our friend V is hilariously laughing with glee.
His Halloween sense is totally off-key.
Misinformation learned at his weird grandma’s knee.
We spoke of spooks and ghosts. V could not agree.
C was not annoyed, but V’s attitude totally annoyed me.
I sent him on a goose chase to find a pumpkin witch tree.
“Don’t forget to enjoy Dracula’s blood tea and race the Grand Prix.”
V stopped at the haunted house and picked up his sister Dee.
She was much more Halloween savvy than he could ever be.
She said “Your pals are messing with you; it is the October glee.
Just because your Halloween sense is tiny, way off and very wee.”
It was an old bicycle my folks found for me
Hardly a prize, but they couldn’t afford better
So, I knew it’d never win in any Grand Prix
But I could make it unique, fit me like a sweater.
I knew it would be noticed, get a second look
No one would deem it the work of a felon,
Actually, no little work or materials it took
On canvas in the spokes, I painted watermelon.
When I ride it down the street, I hear a cheer
A streak of lightness passing all the others
And if I had the bike of my dreams this year
A melon-wheeled two-wheeler…my druthers!
Truth is, sometimes we don’t get what we want
And we have to make do with what we’ve got
I tell you we may have to experience a taunt
But with a bit of creativity, we can make it hot!
Written June 27, 2022
submitted to "A Watermelon Fantasy Ride
to Feed My Imagination" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
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