Many nasty mean online reviews
This ballerina has not paid her dues
Don’t bother the drive to Syracuse
Seeing this performance, you will lose
The actors have missed many cues
This circus simply does not have a muse
The seats were stiffer than most church pews
Many performers had ugly dirty shoes
You can ask many critic gurus
I will bring them in by three’s and two’s
This ballet did nothing but confuse
Most of the company had no clues
Did the director have a silly muse?
Brittle scenery needed better glues
Lights went out due to a faulty fuse
This is one of my better interviews
I latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "the writers." I could shorten it - but why? *shrug*
Here's the link: (you have to add the https part)
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/the_writers_12021I
hope you like it!
Too many witnesses, it will be a buster clutch, they’ll get mean.
Chief of police always gets his boxers in a bunch at a crime’s scene
I am a novice, and an intern. It is my first day not on the force.
Just watch; it could turn ugly; a dog and pony show with a large horse.
What was taken? I asked; it must be something valuable and big.
As far as I understand it, it is the farmer’s wife, little girl and his pig.
The wife isn’t worth much. The little girl can be a handful for sure.
But that potbelly pig has great bloodlines, his markings are pure.
You interview the sheep, I’ll take the cows and the rooster over there.
Thought mentor’s idea sounded like a good one, wise, and quite fair.
The sheep were not cooperating; they refused to speak at all.
Rooster was crowing and crooning, with each sound, he’d gotten tall.
How did you do? Larry asked; he had ridiculous notes, three pages.
I had to admit the sheep had clammed up; and he began some rages.
The sheep could not be coaxed to speak, for which I was rather glad.
I did not want to fail in front of Chief of Police, my own sweet Dad.
Who are you most afraid of
~ Obama, Osama, and your mama
It's Parent/Teacher interviews today,
Come along and share the blame,
They're graduating just the same,
Kids have a teacher free day,
We gave them Standardised Tests,
Their self-esteem needs a rest,
That's why this school has a fence,
Who's got the common sense?
Yes, the P/T interviews are today,
Come along and share the blame!
Job Interviews
Infinite feints
for a lane
to go driving.
Still there’s
no opening.
Jump shot
pumped from afar
spits in the net,
sole sound.
The bucket is made,
but the ball
the ball is still bouncing.
Donal Mahoney
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