n Earnest's evocative Emporium
there's odds ends a whatnot or two
or they can do a brickbat
novelty knick-knack bugaboo
all nice and bright as a button
altho' they're twice as kitsch
odd oddments and sodments
curious curios contained in a niche
as well as folderol and bric-a-brac
brought from across the border
but the house specialty is really
antiques made to order
Paddy was a hit man
for the Irish Mob
hired to be slick
and do a whack job
but he didn't have the knack
or know the trick
without being caught
and put in the nick
behind bars
but not the sort one might think
where a few jars
may be bought and he did so love a drink
more than one too many
was his undoing
the cause of all
the troubles brewing
and with only one hit
it's really no wonder
he was fired from the gang
for a drunken blunder
as he couldn't quit the whiskey
be it bottle or a flagon
and ended up inside
not on the wagon
Man's best friend
in need of a feed
is a friend indeed
so
with a knick-knack here
and a paddywhack there
give your mutt a bone
pat your pet
cuddle your canine
canoodle with your poodle
or smooch your pooch
and he'll hound you
'til the cows come home
wagging his tail behind him
She escaped with her life, but barely.
He had been determined to take her light.
Her self-confidence had been eroded to a tiny piddle.
The first thing he had done was eliminate her family
And her friends, her bobbies, anything she loved.
She wondered now what had happened to her cat
He had belittled her, made fun of her choices, put her down
It had been a real struggle getting up from her crawling position
Church was something he allowed her to “try”
As long as she did not include him
He thought it was harmless, figured it would be a good way to control her
His father had used Bible verses to control his mother.
She had found other things in that church.
She loved singing, others built her back up
With their help she had made her escape
She was now living in a pink shabby chic trailer
Out in the woods, next to people who protected her
From the likes of him
The trouble is, she might do it again.
She had a knack for finding abusive sociopaths.
He had been her third one.
Samantha can take blue jeans and turn them into a work of art.
I can try to do the same thing, and it looks botched, not at all smart.
She had on jeans today with lace inserts that were darling and cute.
If I tried it, mine would be a disaster. People would make fun and hoot.
what we had was knack
to spring forward then fall back
become some sad sack
from straight path may stray
then to God can hear me pray
with please do away
catastrophe mere
daylight savings did disappear
now no longer here
will wear bandana
when we live in Canada
peal a banana
Kaleidoscope is a
kind of an uplifting
kit, from which the budding
kids can learn that even
kaput glass pieces can
keep shining through magic
keyholes if they use chance
Miss Hart got invited to pose,
All naked from hairdo to toes.
When “click” went the shutter,
Surprised, did she utter,
“I’ve a knack for wearing no clothes!”
i remember you fondly as the one
who put me in my place, took the
time, decorated my face- spit & shine.
father lord god almighty, coming in
my dreams, ripped at the seams-
you are my protector & my destroyer.
i see you all the time, peering through
glass & flesh, can't help but lose
track, every attack, i had quite a
knack. knocking is for real men,
ghosts slide right through, ripping
holes in the night, nothing better to do.
I have a cat
A real fat cat
My cat is all black
My black fat cat
It is a cat with a knack
A true fact about my cat
My fat black cat
She has a knack to catch a rat
My all black cat brought me the rat
This is why my cat is a fat black cat
So rats watch your back
From my cat with the knack
Or you will become a snack for my fat black cat
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