Is the Loch Ness Monster real?
Has anyone ever seen her?
I have never seen her,
Except on ‘The Simpsons’.
My family and I went on a boat trip on Loch Ness,
We never saw the Loch Ness Monster.
Many people have looked for her,
With binoculars and cameras.
When Mr Burns, Homer Simpson, Professor Frink and Groundskeeper Willie
Look for the Loch Ness Monster on ‘The Simpsons’,
They drain the loch until it is completely empty.
They capture her and take her to Springfield where they live.
Some people look for the Loch Ness Monster from the road,
Others look for her from a boat.
There are lots of possible sightings,
No one can be sure if they saw her or not.
They capture what they think is the Loch Ness Monster with a camera,
They don’t drain the loch like ‘The Simpsons’ characters do.
Draining the loch is not recommended,
‘The Simpsons’ characters do all sorts of silly things.
If you ever go looking for the Loch Ness Monster,
Take binoculars and a camera.
Don’t be silly like ‘The Simpsons’ characters,
Don’t drain the loch until it is completely empty,
Don’t capture her the way ‘The Simpsons’ characters did.
04/09/21
Categories:
groundskeeper, people, silly,
Form: Narrative
They made a decorative well
in the campus
where books and laptops
were set aside
by the skinny staked
newly planted ancient oaks.
Students could sit there
to be good company
if they could find it.
The well is small, a bricked hole,
a shallow ocular sink
holding a green stillness,
yet direct sun made it live.
In the dazzle of the day
undergrads agree not to notice
a diminutive tide going in and out,
the hump-backed splashes of
surfacing Plesiosauri
magnified from lava and spawn,
until a passing cloud
clarifies these malformed gestations.
Girls in shorts check their bare legs
for teeth marks
as the noon day bell rings.
The wells inner-life
subsides as light dwindles,
damsel fly
and water striders
skim the small round waters,
while some feed upon
the drowned bones
of prehistoric ghosts.
A memo is eventually sent
to the groundskeeper
demanding he stop feeding
the reptiles.
Categories:
groundskeeper, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I want to lay under a sycamore tree in the autumn air.
A late afternoon breeze softly brushing across my face,
crisp and cool, laced with the scent of fallen leaves.
I want to lay under a sycamore tree in the autumn air.
Listening to leaves racking in the breeze, ripe with decay,
giving everything they have left, giving their last.
I want to lay under a sycamore tree in the autumn air.
Watching the leaves fall, fall, fall to rest just on the tips,
of the cool blades of soft grass, forever now at ease.
I want to lay under a sycamore tree in the autumn air.
Others seeing the last shades of green fade,
not as giving up, but as part of a plan, part of a season.
I want to lay under a sycamore tree in the autumn air.
Hoping not to be caught by the tailed groundskeeper,
though my deeds are weak, along with my heart.
I want to lay under a sycamore tree in the autumn air
that is just beyond the gate, safe from the fire,
but the breeze has me twisting, losing my grip.
I want to lay under a sycamore tree in the autumn air.
Categories:
groundskeeper, anxiety, autumn, depression, tree,
Form: Free verse
Far back in the graveyard
A chill was in the air
Three Webster County girls were
Playing “Truth or Dare”
Sounds of restless spirits
Echoed through the night
A gust of wind extinguished
All three lantern lights
Visibility by a full moon
Cast shadows everywhere
Distant howls of coyotes
Caused quite a scare
Rustling leaves, swaying trees
Only made things worse
Three Webster County friends
Huddled and tried not to curse
An old Halloween custom
Young kids eagerly tried
To stay the graveyard ‘til midnight
A passage of Webster County pride
Thunder boomed, lightening flashed
The girls shivered and cried
Holding each other tightly
They agreed to do it or die
At sunrise the groundskeeper
Started making rounds
Behind a row of tombstones
The friends were safely found
Accepted now by older kids
Their bravery not taunted
The girls told stories of
graveyard being haunted
October 31st has changed a lot
Is now a very different scene
Still Webster folks tell the tale
About the “Girls of Halloween”
Categories:
groundskeeper, childhood, community, friend, fun,
Form: Rhyme