Ravens from mountain tops to our roofs,
are endlessly resourceful, playful and intelligent.
Much larger than crows and have a deep croaky voices,
skilled aerialists, doing rolls and flying upside down.
They mate for life and are affectionate and emotional,
named one Hoppy 'cause he hops on one leg.
Birds are flappy, fish are flippy.
Lively creatures, they are both.
Hares are hoppy and they're zippy.
What gives with the sluggish sloth?
Powdered wig was musty
Curls petrified and crusty
Mothballs smell much better
Especially in August weather.
George put it on his head anyway
Not wanting to disappoint his mother today
Rode on the float and waved to the crowd
Showing out with a hoppy dance, proudly and loud
That’s George Washington! His parents yelled.
Knowing full well that he always excelled.
Helicopter Mom and Motorcycle dad.
Still they raised a truly wonderful lad.
I was walking
Down the road
I felt hoppy
Like a toad
When I came across
A critter on the street
I didn't know
That it was there
And I swear
I didn't care
But I felt a funky feeling
'Neath my feet
I had stepped
Onto a log
Heard a ribbit
From a frog
Made me jump so high
I almost lost my shoes
But it was Froggy's
Lucky day
He had squirmed
And slipped away
So, I whistled on my way
The "Frog Town Blues"
Ribbit Ribbit""
Billy Bob Bear was on an adventure on a bright, breezy day
Birds and bees swarmed in to light his path, to show him the way
Bunnies were hopping along, in a hippity hoppy sashay.
It was going to be an adventure that would make him laugh and play.
His cousin Big Burly Ben came along and asked if he could go too.
As pirates, they sailed a ship round the bend, with a hullaballoo.
I’m on board said his friend, Bitsy Bumblebee Bear, fingers full of goo.
She brought honey cakes and a picnic basket with an emblem of blue.
Bees and birds were intrigued, entranced and followed the crew.
Sailed from New York to Cape Canaveral before they were through.
They washed their laundry in the ocean, also where they took a pooh.
They had a great time playing a guitar also, these cousins, bears two.
Oh, maybe I forgot to mention that after their lunch Bitsy did not fit.
They had gotten bigger; the bunnies had joined them post-knit.
Billy Bob and Big Ben welcomed then, pretended to be close knit.
For they needed tasty lunches, on their adventure, post wit.
Oh okay, you’re colorful
And I like that thing you’re doing with your wings
Mmmm yeah, fluff those feathers
Do that hopping thing again
I liked that
Hold up, wait, what’s this?
This fella over here brought me a bottle cap?
You are OUT, hoppy boi
There is a new alpha-male in my life
Hey BottleCap boi,
How loud can you squawk?
Hmm not bad, not bad
I’ve heard louder
So do you have other gifts for me, or…
Just the bottle cap?
Just the bottle cap, then.
Well...I think...maybe….
You take your worthless bottle cap
And get the HELL out of my tree!
You know what, I’m keeping the bottle cap!
If you can’t handle me when I’m territorially aggressive
Then you don’t deserve me when I’m nesting, am I right?
It’s fine, really
I’ve got plenty more breeding seasons
And I’ve practically got a flock of idiots
Who bring me worms on the daily,
As if that would ever convince me to mate with them.
Ugh, Male specimens are such trash.
3/6/2021
Biting Satire Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
If women could stand up to pee
Oh how happy we all would be!
In half the time
She'd spend her dime
And then leave the seat up for me!
Champion retort:
Let's hope her aim
Is not as lame
As most men's seem to be!
Michelle Faulkner Date: 9/27/2018 6:35:00 PM
RAINBOW BELLS
Belittlement of sea and sky with blue
and green entitlement - unfocused lens
of stormy clime — the darkening of hue
in whites of shellacked eyes, aplomb of friends
does drown in haziness. They drink his tears —
the absinthe of their cloudy souls deplete.
Inside the whitewashed tomb, awake to fears.
Those hoppy beers lack taste with sins to greet.
Unexpected — her sunshine fingers lift
his icy lids — the melt like Everest.
Believe in miracles unceasing gift.
The chromatic breath of an angel blessed.
The blinding paste has dealt with former sins.
Arise to rainbow bells as life begins.
8/16/2018
For many months my wife and I have seen a little brown bunny frequent our back yard from a field in the back that has coyotes, foxes, deer, opossum and raccoons. It returns to the field each day and we always think it will be its last day. But a few days later there it is again. A survivor for sure!
little brown rabbit
in a field of coyotes-
hoppy survivor
I love to see to see bunnies, so hoppy,
with small twitching noses and floppy,
cute ears or a llama,
the cause of such drama.*
I'm charmed by the unique okapi!
Stumped viewers are always inquiring,
“What IS that?” They stare, so admiring
this zebra-giraffe,** for
it is neither one nor
the other—and so awe-inspiring.
*a reference to the popular children’s story “Drama Llama”
(about a llama that gossips and stirs up trouble among the
other animals) and the topic of entertaining videos
**another name for the okapi, native to the Congo
Fluffy fluffy sheep sheep
Hoppy hoppy goat goat
Fluffy fluffy hoppy hoppy
Let's go rent a boat boat.
Sheepy sheepy laugh laugh
Goaty goaty tap dance
Sheepy sheepy goaty goaty
Giving me a lap dance.
My father was my link to beer
And Rheingold was his brew.
That red and white can held the only
Lager that I knew.
As I grew up I switched to wine -
Sangria was in style -
And even learned to like some booze -
Tequila, for a while.
But years ago I drifted back
To early brewski days,
Especially when I discovered
Hoppy IPA's.
Back then, the stores had just a few
So I scoped out my faves.
I tried to spread the word but
Very few confirmed my raves.
Yet happily for me, today,
The craft beer movement's hot
And with so much to choose from,
There are loads I like a lot.
My dad, if he were still alive,
Would sip and shake his head,
Rejecting all those crafty brews
For Rheingold-types instead.
But each of us would raise a glass
(Or bottle, can or mug)
And share a father-daughter toast
Before we'd smile and chug.
My ol' memory is hazy
And sometimes things don't seem too real;
But I can still recall the night
That I danced at the Wagon Wheel.
Well, seems I was in a good mood
And was puttin' on quite a show;
Prancin' on top of that slick bar
And yellin' like a crazy crow!
I wore my new black Hoppy shirt
And a pair of Gene Autry boots--
They say I danced till 'bout midnight
And did all them ol' cowboy scoots.
Then outside that saloon window
Comin' in was a gent in black;
They said he was that bogey man--
Since that night I never been back.
So ends my honky-tonk story;
Like Red says: "It's saucered and blowed"--
I never danced for drunks again
Like back when I was four years old.
I like my earrings dangling.
I like my coffee hot.
I like to be real early;
(It’s too late if on the dot.)
I like my bagel seeded.
I like a hoppy beer.
I like a restaurant casual
With dim-lit atmosphere.
I like my pencils sharpened.
I like the weather cold.
I like to browse the shops
Where lots of crafty things are sold.
I like when my surroundings
And my psyche do agree,
For when they don’t, you’ll see the side
I do not like of me.
So sad..Hopping in and Out of one' s life....
It's Peter Rabbit for Pete's" sake...
He comes by each and every year...
For this they say we should fear ?
Just to share a Spring holiday ?...
He's a horrid creature, so they say...
He has big ears and a cotton tail...
And sometimes he even carries a pail..
Full of candy, and colorful decorated eggs...
This day is between Valentine hearts , and Green Beer kegs....
He's rarely ever seen...
And has never ever been mean...
So why are all these American States...
Having all these holiday debates ?..
I await my basket filled with a chocolate kiss..
I only hope his picture does not end up on...
The Post Office " 10 most wanted list "...
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