At the haberdashery and milliner’s
insouciance on display
Models’ eyes as cold as ice
about to ruin your day
She was purposefully brazen, garish and flashy
Daughter of Lee, who owned a haberdashery
Her outfits were razzle dazzle, glaringly loud
That’s my daughter, her daddy bragged to the crowd
People lined up to gawk to see what she would wear
Some of them made fun of her ensemble, but she did not care
Others yelled mean things to her – vulgar and tawdry
She loved being known as outrageous, glitzy and gaudy
Away in a haberdashery,
No hat for me head,
Groom’s attire is needed
For me to be wed
Many months did me have
To find fitting apparel,
That there’s nothing me size,
Has me over a barrel
Me bride-to-be told me
To shop early on,
But me indecision
Has left me undone
We wed on the morrow
So what’s there to do?
With nothing to wear,
Not even a shoe!
Bruno enrolls in the tertiary
For a full program in Fishery.
Dad had judged his first course treachery
Or Bruno risking self trickery...
In their lusty town much revelry,
In which fish faces not rivalry:
Fish more than meat touched by cutlery,
Sometimes costing more than Jewelry!
So, Bruno vows "In the tertiary
It'll be none other than Fishery.
Thrice, Fishers charged at by cavalry,
Not by the knights of sworn chivalry;
Rather by The Dead to ribaldry:
The fish-starved in Haberdashery.
A fine country squire name of Zachary,
Made a fortune in his haberdashery.
The ladies and gents,
Put out a fair pence,
In return for the good squire's advisory.
He fancied a dowager lady,
Known as quiet, fastidious Miss Sadie.
She was quite a good looker,
Also a good cooker,
But there was two sides to this lady.
The squire did call on Miss Sadie.
Demurely she promised him maybe,
They could have tea,
Beneath the Oak tree,
And he began seeing her daily.
One week was all that it took,
And the squire was firmly hooked.
He lost lots of weight,
In one week of dates,
'Cause Sadie really knew how to cook.
A toast.......
Of elegant swagger
From a "cocked" tail
On all four legs
With moves of
Fred Astaire, he graces
Your attention with
Haughty green eyes and a black satin jacket
Hi skits.......he scats
And Doobedee Ohblawda
Vanishes in a flash
Of "pitter-pat-pats"
Coooooool.........like a tall sip
Of high strung Ice Tea
On the hottest day.....
He jerks in and out like a plethora of air on water
And when night finally scratches
His bedpost after his catly capers
He disappears - incognito
To haberdashery bonnets
Stretched to a lopsided max
Like a misplaced wig
As a crown of honor at the top of his "Chosen's" head
Affixed..................like his namesake
He's one lofty cat..........
Top Hat
dogs in hats and coats
tormented by the squirrels
chattering critiques
John G. Lawless
©11/4/2018
Cheese bread's delicious but has tons of calories
Also might require a change in my haberdashery
D'ya hear what I'm saying
Yummy but waistline paying
Probably balloon up, take up the whole gallery
The Queens Bed
There's a certain symmetry in mis-shapes
A Correlation of zig zags
A pyramid of Mish mashery
Of Golden haberdashery
A prism geometry forgot
Disfunctional patterns
Of a Diamanté Zodiac
A Tessellating Mosaic
A crazy jigsaw of zany gems
Adorned the Queens four poster bed
A Crystalised Diadem
The perfect fit for her head
Great girdle! She cried.
What happenstance have we happened upon?
Have the two nitwits knocked themselves silly with hammers?
What is the sensitivity they seek so?
She heaves humbly a sigh sumptuously,
As if the scene had the heavenly smells of Harvard halls, the musk of her haberdashery
And wondered how she could fit into such a simple equation
Ciggy’s day out this is just another normal walk but where shall I go to the haberdashery or to the local library on this wonderful February day. I think I will start at the library and look for a book on an auto harp or maybe a book about a calliope. So I can use them in my collaboration latter today. I am a little thirsty I think I will get a soda in an aluminum can of course with no algae. Now back to my condominium I will go cuz it’s time to start my live web show.
My frightful steel helmet is so battered, dinged and frayed
It was issued by the Air Force - not a haberdashery store
I don't suppose it would look very proper in an Easter Parade
But it sure did come in handy-dandy when fightin' in the war
For such things as bathin', washin' drawers and so much more
Camouflage nettin' adorned it in lieu of ostrich feathers and lace
Many fellers preferred civilian life sportin' a jazzy, felt fedora
On the march the dad-gum thing flopped about and fell in your face
Twigs, grass and weeds covered it to blend in with the flora
Four-letter words were heaped upon it - of which there was a plethora
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in Carol Brown's "My Favorite Hat Or Bonnet" Contest - Apr 2011
Leather haberdashery, leather holster,
Blue steel, steady hands
Nerves controlled,
eye on the mark,
Squeeze, slow and steady,
Eruption and bullseye.
This is me, laughable
A slight cackle from a broken throat
Dry as Egypt's ageless dust and catching
On the flaming cottons of dead haberdashery
I caught a glimpse of moon
Eyes capsized under distilleries
A forehead clouded in snow drops dripping like rain
I dreamt of many splendid things
No, I didn't; I mock the most of all
My neck is sore and red like first time loves
The heat is stifling and I am burning your tongue
The face in the reservoir, dead slick floating but solid
The rivers wash a black night sky and slowly it emerges
Placed equally, matching my own unknowable incantation
And time again, I am born
Enflamed hollow archives, they see for the first time
Slowly in a moment, my hands touch them catching drips
Spiders crawling all over my not-quite-so cadavar
The thud of the moon and clash of wind
Titan in their endeavours and manoeuvres
Pushing forward as a child, as a child
The black heartless wilderness and rampant wooded soul
Hands to throat, choking and awake, and awake.
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