he is short, but cute, the pink-haired teenager said to me.
I turned and looked and gave her a friendly tee-tee-hee.
That is the mushroom stealer, I know this guy well.
He stole all of the mushrooms from my Aunt Lucy Bell.
The girl turned and said “I can give you some ‘shrooms”.
The guy disappeared, with two weird sonic booms.
“What happened?” she asked me, her face a weird pink.
“he only likes to steal them, “ I told her, his name is Wink.
She waited for him to return, but he never came back.
I heard he is stealing ‘shrooms hither and yon in Hackensack.
Categories:
hackensack, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
I once knew a woman in Hackensack
Toted what she had in a small rucksack
As she walked the streets,
Looking for someone neat
To take the cumbersome load off her back.
written November 1, 2021
Categories:
hackensack, life, lonely, sad, urban,
Form: Limerick
When my well-fed cat dies will he go to heaven?
Will he make it in cat years to fifty-seven?
Or eighty-six or one hundred and five?
Just what is keeping this fat sassy tom alive?
Shark has a kill room around the back.
Has killed varmints from here to Hackensack.
Will he ever reach the Rainbow Bridge?
He annihilated my mean Aunt Midge.
Sure some do not think it was Shark my cat.
But he’s wearing her rings, so what about that?
Categories:
hackensack, cat, humor,
Form: Rhyme
People near Secaucus are eco-pessimistic,
And who can blame them,
Hanging over the blackened Hackensack
like that?
I hope some day new rain will come
to wash their hearts,
like pure white doves,
that people near Secaucus love.
Categories:
hackensack, encouraging, god, meaningful, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
Workman Abe always left his tools for you.
His hammer, his level, his wrench, his nails.
His electric drill, clamps, vice grips, screws too
Left them hither and yon, habit never fails.
From Timbuktu to Hackensack his stuff he lends.
Some called him up to give him back his stuff.
Unconcerned, he said that’s okay; keep them my friends.
Workman Abe simply did not care, his habits rough.
If he came back to do another job, of course he left his tools.
Knowing that you might call him back; worked well for renewals.
Categories:
hackensack, jobs,
Form: Rhyme
A pyromaniac named Jack,
Who hailed from the town of Hackensack,
Decided one day,
with matches he’d play
He’s a mummy now, flat on his back!
Categories:
hackensack, fire, humor, humorous, psychological,
Form: Limerick
Resilient children cannot be broken, they fight back.
We can give them jeers and eye rolls, to Hackensack.
We can boo them off stages, and make fun of their act.
We can make them miserable, inside, that’s a fact.
We can call them names like loser, and ridiculous hack.
But we cannot break them, because they have their own back.
Categories:
hackensack, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
In da bootifull state a' Jersey
A man I no went crazy,
He stoll evryone's money,
and trust me, honey,
He was lowa dan a snake,
An he will neva shake
A reputaion down so low,
That, him, no one wanna know
Good ol' Arnold be his name,
I tink he be quite insane
Hurt everyone who cared,
And somehow he still dared,
To crow his poor bad luck,
Dat dirty people, he's a f___
Categories:
hackensack, angst, life, on work
Form: Free verse
It happened in New Jersey,
On a rainy night in May:
They stuffed it in a Hackensack,
And hauled the wet Piscataway.
They hauled it up to Michigan,
Which they knew they shouldn’t do.
There, near the town of Battle Creek,
They locked it in Kalamazoo.
But then, there came a Hackenteam,
Along the dark Piscatatrack,
And, speeding down the Hackenway,
They brought the glad Piscataback.
Categories:
hackensack, funny, imagination, places,
Form: I do not know?