Sixty-five marshmallows in one person’s cup
I decided to call a bluff to this customer, Hup
But Hup was not a regular person, she was a cat
I had tangled with them before, so that was that
I was not about to take on a cat, they are so mean
Especially female cats, for they are each one a queen
Go to the store and buy more marshmallows I said
I would rather be out a little more money instead
Nancy the fancy witch was featured on international TV
everything matched; she was ultra- talented with a capital Tee
Tonight she was featured with pumpkins she had painted up
In apricot and pink stripes, they were unbelievably pretty said Hup
Hup is my cousin who has a crush on Nancy, thinks she is fine
To me her quintessential painted pumpkins crossed a dangerous line
Now everyone would want to paint pumpkins, no one would carve.
That irritates me also, said my uncle Big Marve.
Why don’t geckos sink into the sand
Disappearing into the promised land?
What saves their Arizona lives? What keeps them up?
The flaps in between their toes said my Uncle Hup.
I thought he was joking, because he is a funny guy
So, I looked it up in my gecko book which was way up high
He was exactly right, my uncle, with his goofy laugh
Now I am researching the gopher and the giraffe
.
Not mine diddy
Yet
Waits on mine
tuh cause mine
snug
i vision her
when i rise
rehears'n linez
'fore her come
to my
cauze so
i flutter
through mine
dayz
*This muse iz in respect and admiration
for my HUP Registered Nurse who has
been caring for mine ill pneuma, thus
far, for the last 6dayz, duh'aze.
Yahweh blessed me, and
now i can't write about her dang beauty ')
Her purty name..'Tanya' ,)
we are badass parrots they said when they arrived
there were only three but they had the attitude of five
they strutted and threw their weight around
I was glad when they finally stomped over the mound
they are tough! I told the other giants fair.
one of them laughed and batted her hand in the air.
if they give me attitude I will fry them up.
so saying, she kicked the big one; his name was Hup.
the tallest biker chick came over and gave her what for.
she laughed until tears came out of her eyes like a downpour.
get back over the mound or I will stomp you like a bug.
this confident parrot ran for her life; I had to laugh at the thug.
Time was running out, Christmas Eve was drawing nigh.
The elves had worked day and night since early in July!
To meet Santa's toy-making schedule there must be no slack,
To ensure there were lots of goodies for Santa's toy sack!
Elfie was a mischievous but hard-working little sprite.
He was the littlest elf of all, alas, this added to his plight!
It seemed that the harder he worked and try as he might,
The hapless little fellow just could not do anything right!
For example, he put Jills in boxes labled 'Jacks in the Box',
And placed chirping chickadees in all the cuckoo clocks!
As he daydreamed he painted the fire trucks aquamarine,
And put wheels and wings on every toy submarine!
Talking dolls counted cadence, "Hup, two, three, four";
Toy soldiers cried, "I want my mama!" as they marched to war!
He placed Lincoln Logs in boxes labeled 'Tinker Toys'!
Oh! What a Christmas 'twould be for little girls and boys!
Santa mused, "It seems that every job I put him on he mars;
So I'll put him to work pulling levers making Christmas stars!"
He did so well Santa said, "Won't you come along with me,
And place a brilliant star atop every child's Christmas Tree?"
She only paints elephants, her mama said, feeling worried.
The rest of the artists do different things, you know that.
The mouse ran off, for his siblings had all scurried.
He knew that this artist’s elephants were fashionable and phat.
To help the mama out, the mouse talked the paintings up.
His grandma bought two, as did his Great-Great-Uncle Hup.
We are selling them so fast, she is sure to be a millionaire her mama said.
Mouse went away smiling, sleeping peacefully that night in bed.
Hey man !
Flatfoot, dang!
Why you dragging your leg
Don't you know them there shoes you wear are just too small like peg
Them there shoes you wear are too small, y'all!
~
Where are your arches and
Where is your perrier
How can you twist in your turn
As you try walk as you fall not dance on the floor
Why do you waddle and not walk
Liken a toddler it's a wonder you can even talk
~
Why you're in crutches and in a wheelchair bound
Where is the Hope of you running a marathon
Flatfoot no wonder yawl dragging y'all foot N' leg
hup yup hup hup hup hup-two three four hup two three four
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
11/28/21
Will you be the hero
within your own story
Will you marry the present,
dating the future and past
Will your legacy document
your truest intention
Or falsely imply
words abandoned—unheard
(H.U.P. May, 2020)
Are the truly enlightened
able to endorse their success
Driven closer to the flame
—where heat blinds to reveal
(H.U.P. May, 2020)
The future calls our name just once,
hello awaits goodbye
The past a veil to what’s been learned
—the truth wrapped in a lie
(H.U.P. May, 2020)
The past held victim
to the future
Each memory a shackle
in tomorrow’s chain
(H.U.P. May, 2020)
The moments of these days…
the wheat from the chaff
Each choice confirmation
—the first from the last
(H.U.P. May, 2020)
The greatest times
are the one’s that surprise us
The greatest people
are the one’s who don’t
(H.U.P. May, 2020)
What are we afraid of
if not ourselves
What are those shadows
that hover within
What do we know
beyond the joy and the pain
Where resonant voices
—start over again
(H.U.P. May, 2020)
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