Layla, Lilly and Lollypop lollygagged through life
Making musical merry mischief for Mr. Farmer’s wife
Nestling near nasty Nicholas’ notoriously sharp needy knife
Optimizing oscillating orneriness’, forging a fit of fife
Practically perforating Polly’s pretty pastel pail
Quizzically questioning queenly Quarks quarreling quail
Responding with respect and responsibility, rendering road rail
Seductively seeding a sassy stormy sandy seductive sail
Trying to travel to Tripoli, to tie a terrible tiger’s tail
Wilbur had been thinking about his teacher's gift all night
A bag of onions, that all we can give Miss Cricks?
His mother said “it will be more than enough”.
He thought it was a sad offering, felt embarrassed.
Lollygagged to school, arrived late, stayed in the doorway.
The bag behind his back, a burden, proof of their poverty.
Miss Cricks smiled and invited him in. He did not want to go.
injured iguanas ignite interest in Indonesia’s injuries
Jubilant jackals joyfully joined January jealous juries
kind-hearted kangaroos kindled koala’s kaleidoscopic kin
large luxurious lions lollygagged in London lamented Lynn
marinated mongooses marveled at Marauder’s mini-Monday
Naysayers need not negate necessary niggling notes of nay.
Lily pads lollygagged in lovely repose
I wish I had their water lamented a rose
But then you would drowned answered lily from her cot.
I had not thought of that, she said, rethinking her thought.
giggling greta a girl bee from Greece
lollygagged luxuriously on a lady bug beast
buzzing wuzzing worker bees gave her no peace
But she did not care, as her feelings were creased.
Contorted and distorted, Poindexter lollygagged in the sun.
Owners tried not to watch until he was completely done.
Twisted into a variety of cat shapes, although he was one.
He did not move for an hour after he found a position of fun.
How can he be this relaxed? The man of the house asked his Missus.
I do not know, but he is so hairy, I am not giving him kisses.
I know what you mean, I found his hair on my toothbrush today.
I hope you put it up high, she replied, where the tooth fairies stay.
They laughed at their life and they laughed at their flexible cat.
They had a fine life, where a cat could be contorted like that.
He looks so comfy, should we try this position? Asked the wife.
You go ahead, her husband replied. I feel I already have a great life.
They frolicked and lollygagged and jumped around in a pile.
I watched them, admiring their reds, browns, golds and yellows.
Autumn is such a marvelous time to be a leaf!
The wind picked them up and they began to dance.
Luxurious little lemon tree
in the freshest garden next to a pea
was heartily happy and wildly free
She could be herself, and forever see
Chickadee’s nest and a drilling bee.
There was a haunting melody
Somewhere nearby a dog had dropped a D.
A forensic fellow’s forward-thinking fee
giggled a glorious glitzy genuine glee.
Shadows sheltered a shellfish-like she.
A kindly kingly kangaroo’s key
Languished and lollygagged near little Lee.
Where was the magnificent, marvelous me?
Hopping around on a nefariously naughty knee
Placating a pleasurable plebian plea.
Sprinkling a sprightly sparkling sparrow’s spree,
There was a terribly terrific turnabout toward lemon tea.
Wisely wandering within a wonderful whacky wee
Generously gyrating in genuine gallantry
Ending in a zesty zealous zealot-like Zee.
an awesome
benevolent blowy breeze
cleverly concealed, contrived
dastardly deeds of destruction
expressing excitement and enthusiasm
for faithful forever forest firs
giving giant gusts gorgeous guesses
however hardy hemlock heralded heavy happiness
independently indulged, indigenous illuminations illustrated
juxtaposed joyous jumping jiggly junipers
kibitzing killer kleptomaniacal kittens
lounging luxuriously as lemon laughing laborers lollygagged
making monstrously melodic memory music
nebulously needing neverland’s notorious Neptune
Ostentatiously ogling oleander’s offending odors
Promoting promenading, prick preening pines
Quashing quarrelsome Quixotic quails quickly
Reaching Red Oaks’ rhyming rhythm
Securing sassy sexy, sensual sequoia’s secrets
Tantalizing teasing talk toward trees’ temperatures
Understanding unspoken underlying Unitarian underlays
Vexing various variegated veins
Washing wonderful walnuts’ wanderlust
‘xacting ‘xasperating ‘xcitement
young, youthful, yipping
zephyr!
The sassy cat promptly lollygagged and rolled in the nurturing sun.
THE END IS NEAR
POSTED
on a telephone pole
FANCY FONT
…THE END IS NEAR
I slowed my pace
dawdled and lollygagged
pondered the possibilities
….“THE END OF WHAT????”
My subscription to the
“WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT QUARTERLY
,,,RENEWED,
the glass of DOUBTS AND FEARS
….HALF FULL.
The road narrowed
trees snatching up shadows
offering darkness
…AT NOON.
I peered ahead
searching for the credits
that always precede
….THE END
gazed into despair
as a message flashed…
….FANCY FONT
…..TO BE CONTINUED…..
John G. Lawless
©9/14/2019
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