Elon Musk
rid himself of tusks and husks
millions in bank
thank dank stank Hank
The bright red and dark
Molasses shining
Against the sky and sand
Fine art stroll along the beach.
Many people say he is a fool,
for, he always wears rain boots to school.
But he's a hunk, I could say.
He could turn heads any day.
For, when he passes, the ladies drool.
February 28, 2023
Your Pick Again Poetry Contest (8th place)
Sponsored By: Brian Strand
The hunk of beryl did not look like much.
“It eventually turns into emerald,” the shopkeeper said.
Still unimpressed, I kept hunting for fluorite.
I have bought more fluorite than most gem collectors.
Greed allowed me to pay forty dollars for the ugly piece of beryl.
It was gray-tannish in color, elongated, with a touch of green at its tip.
“How soon will it turn into emerald?” I asked, before leaving.
“Millions of years,” the shopkeeper told me.
It is rare that I feel cheated before I leave a store.
This was one of those times.
Was always a frail lad growing up
Girls looked at me and giggled
Had a scrawny physique and my looks
Made them wiggle and jiggle
Now I'm this handsome bearded hunk
Can't beat 'em off with a stick
Not complaining I'd like you to know
Perhaps a hard edge brick
Maybe it's the bunch of money I'm worth
Could be many many reasons
Like the Hollywood star I've become
Or the smell of tulips in season
Whatever it was sure sounds good to me
One a night for an hour each
The gods are surely shining down on me
Think I'll write a keynote speech
chuckles
had been a huge hunk
a baptist who we did dunk
was a lot of bunk
Men like 'The Hunk' who are monogamous
Often want to remain anonymous
Partners today have a blast
Marriage is not made to last
Yet Hunk's chosen to be eponymous
I once knew a crazy old man Uncle Hanky P. Hunk.
He had the dirtiest house, the drabbest bunk.
I think that he was often kind of drunk.
His bedding was full of icky sticky gunk.
Once in wandered a tiny black and white skunk.
He fell on the floor with a loud heavy thunk.
Did that even wake Uncle Hanky Hunk?
No. He was asleep next to his traveling trunk.
Did you hear that thud? It was a giant clunk
I said to my sister, who was in a moody funk.
I did not, she said. But look at this awesome junk!
A treasure trove unless you find a scared little skunk
There once was a gorgeous hunk, unmarried
Deep in his heart a secret he carried --
No one could guess
Whom his love blessed --
M - O - M in his chest hairs was buried
My charms excite, my good looks stun
This April, I was voted Hunk of the Month
Not a surprise
Got lovely thighs
A bod to die for, check out me bum
Heartless Hunk goes through his day
Never knowing what to say
Believes that love makes him weak
So he stays a gadget geek
Heartless Hunk has got the look
He’s an “A” in every book
His smile sets your world on fire
He’s every silly girl’s desire
Heartless Hunk can’t see you cry
He prefers to say, “ah…..bye.”
He’s stuck in the caveman days
He grunts to show you his praise
“Heartless Hunk please learn to feel
Or her heart you’ll never steal
“Heartless Hunk, please get a life
Or you’ll never find a wife!”
Eileen Manassian Ghali
When I was a little boy
There was one I called my favorite toy
Though I loved it, it wasn’t the real McCoy.
I got it in a trade with my friend Roy
Mommy it did annoy
When Dad stepped on it, I played coy
Though a hunk of plastic I found joy
With all my games I did employ
Against big monsters I did deploy
A box of firecrackers did destroy
I really miss that toy