In one’s towel bathroom things are not well
While there is nothing like towel
For the last part of a shower,
Filthy body back ‘Saved Flower…
Towels: hot cake after a bath
But if not handy no true wrath;
Wet body is dried by cool breeze,
Which does so but not quite with ease…
I’d splash warm water on towel
As a sponge for the sick bowel:
Does it matter that of Howell
Or of the respected Maxwell?
For a boxer’s cascading sweat;
What sometimes shows his blows were sweet,
A fresh one for the next round’s heat:
He must try to opponent beat…
When it hasn’t been a good scrub
Off would towel soapy fluid rub.
Categories:
howell, allusion, body, clothes, desire,
Form: Rhyme
Walter Howell Deverell
knew his Shakespeare so well
Loved to paint ' en plein air'
with 'kin' as models in all 'weather'
Categories:
howell, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Dear Mrs. Goodwoman,
I am sad to inform you of the passing of your late Uncle Sir Rembrandt Hussleberry. He lived to the ripe age of 92, and it is his wish for you to inherit his entire fortune. Most of it is in a storage unit in southern France. You can claim it by telephoning me at 913-333-1999. Get these things ready for me. Your bank account number,
your mother’s maiden name, your birthdate, and your blood type.
I know this is an odd request, but Sir Rembrandt Hussleberry’s estate is worth 2.5 million dollars, and you are the only heir. To release it, we will need a token check from you of $5750 because that is what he owes in back taxes. It will be needed before we can write you a check for the 2.5 million. We may need additional identifying information. When you telephone us we can let you know how soon you can expect the money.
It has been a pleasure serving Sir Rembrandt Hussleberry, and it is a pleasure serving you, as his only heir, also. If you have any questions please call me at 913-333-1999.
Respectfully,
Dr. L. C. Howell, L.T.D.
Solicitor at Large
1388 Tadberry Road
London, England UK
Categories:
howell, perspective,
Form: Narrative
Grey like the big fluffy clouds that sit up high in the sky
Grey like the walls that watch us without any eyes
Grey like the wolves that howell away
Grey like the roads that take us miles away
Grey like my heart when I'm having a very bad day
Categories:
howell, 8th grade,
Form: Alliteration
To be read in the voice of Thurston Howell, III
from "Gilligan's Island"
At the club
we drop Poetrysoup
premium memberships
like names
on a social calendar
Binky and Nadine
drink more Bloodies
than I have had tees
on the fairway
Their mansion
rages rococo
For minimalists
they really
are too much
6/1/17
Categories:
howell, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Angel moved to and fro in Chicago, Illinois
Edgewater Hospital door opened
Dorothy Emma Howell Rodham was received
Travailed for a contributor to American she bore
Suddenly Hilary Diane Rodham Clinton
First page began, October 26, 1947
As a child in Park Ridge, Illinois
Her ability couldn’t be ignored
She displayed perfection in church and school
Received awards amongst her peers
She knew the sky would embrace her someday
She prepared her pages to Wellesley College
Her seed of greatness began to germinate
All eyes knew she was heading for the top
Diligence elected her president, Wellesley College
She was ready for her pages to be published to the world
She is a woman of notable character
Her virtue who can find
She worked hard with a vision
She is a woman sent to this generation
Committed to her responsibilities for her country
She is a woman the whole world
Is watching with big hands of applause
Categories:
howell, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
This Land is My Land
Ee, by gum, have you seen this place?
How things have changed since the good old days!
This land was meant for the workers pace,
The rolling hills and the farmers’ ways.
An industrial city in the heart of the land,
The people still strong in spirit and mind,
Wheere ther’s muck, ther’s brass for that waiting hand,
‘Ey up, in Yorkshire, that’s what you’ll find.
A poem by Jessica Howell
For the competition- MY LAND IS MY HOME by ~SKAT~
Categories:
howell, happiness, nature, places,
Form: Rhyme
I Can’t Believe I Keep Saying Stuff Like That
By Elton Camp
I won’t have any trouble relating to the regular Joe
After all, I only have two hundred fifty million or so
Among the filthy rich, I am not even close to there
I’m only about one-fourth way to being a billionaire
NASCAR doesn’t really hold a lot of interest to me
But of couple of my friends own whole teams you see
Sometimes I forget & make some rather unwise cracks
Like saying that my wife drives a couple of Cadillacs
And when I said that it’s people that I like to fire
Looking back, I wish had, instead, substituted hire
But probably the worst that I have messed up yet
Was in offering to make a ten thousand buck bet
I mean not to speak of wealth, but can’t stick to it
Sometimes I wonder if it’s the devil made me do it
I surely do wish that to nobody it had occurred
That I am as rich as Thurston Howell the Third
Categories:
howell, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Our love is like Gilligan's Island
but what we have is so much more
And to all the girls that I've loved before
they are but Brady Bunches on three hour tours
Cheers to the ladies on that Island
but you're my "Mary-Ann" and my "Movie Star"
come take my hand-in-hand, with candy tan
you're the best of both worlds, but much better by far
I have "Profess"ed to be your "Skipper"
tho' I'm "Thurston" for you like I do Mrs. Howell,
when you "Lovey" dove me with coconuts,
I can't help but go nuts, NOW GET ME A TOWEL!~~
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CLASSIC TELEVISION SHOW= Gilligan's Island
NAME= JSLambert
*Note: this Rhyme was written as a love letter-ish type of thang:) I hope ya' don't mind the weirdness of it all~:)JSL
Categories:
howell, anniversary, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, love,
Form: Rhyme