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Well I Declare – If It Aint The Bounty Man
Well I declare! When I was young and free
I slung 2 guns from about my waste and charged a fee
And shot anything in sight that moved
As long as I got paid of course
I would shoot calories if there was a dollar in it
And lose weight in the process upon my horse
Now I’m 84 and there aint no shootin anymore
But when I was young if you heard me say
“Well I declare” the word “war” was sure to follow in that statement
“Well I declare war on everyone in this here nation!”
And yell, “What in tar nation!” at the cowpokes in the saloon
Yes sir. They’d all run and hide like rabbits and baboons
Well I declare. I can’t remember anything anymore
Who am I kidding?
I was never young. I was born 84 and ready for a war
Created on 9/02/14 for- Well I Declare- Poetry contest
Put in the Punctuation
By Franklin Price
6/3/2015
Put in the punctuation
Wherever you would like
To pause the words and keep them
From overflowing your mind's dike
To organize your thinking
To better understand
The meaning of my poetry
Punctuation lacking is my brand
Meaning can change greatly
With Commas periods and such
The variety of what words say
With punctuation changes much
Let your mind run rampant
As you read my poetry
And if you need to punctuate
You may do it it is free
I leave these few words with you
Punctuate them as you will
A group of baboons a congress
As the men upon the hill
In the deepest jungle
There lived a big baboon
He was very famous
He just loved to croon
It is very unusual
For baboons to sing
He would sing all the time
And he could really swing
The other creatures felt happy
They loved to hear his song
So some of them decided
That they would sing along
All the birds in the air
Heard that big baboon sing
And they all sang in harmony
As they were on the wing
Frogs started croaking
Cats purred and dogs barked
Snakes hissed, moles missed
As they were in the dark
All the animals in the wood
And the insects underground
All joined in the chorus
To make this unique sound
Haven't you heard the different sounds
When you go for a walk
It is very wonderful
How the animals sing and talk
[Written for my four year old great granddaughter
who has developed an interest in the moon. Only after
writing it did I discover already existing ’stuff’ called
‘A baboon on the moon’. Never mind... Who wants a
Booker prize anyway?] [In UK bum is bottom]
There’s a baboon on the moon
And he’s got a shiny bum
And if he wasn’t up there
Bed time would be glum
He isn’t on his own
He’s got his sisters and his mum
And when it’s getting dark
They turn their backs toward the sun
The the moon is made of rock
Yet it glows up in the sky
Which should be quite a shock
Have you never wondered why
When baboons stick their bottoms up
Toward the setting sun
The moon so brightly glows
Because the sun shines off their bum
I bet the intelligent people see us as apes
Just a bunch of baboons always making mistakes
Some people think it takes character to be fake
I look at those people and think “brain of an ape”
Some take the advantage and get what they get
When it’s their disadvantage they get really upset
Most people fail to see a second perspective
They can only see one and they can’t be corrected
Those inflated egos seem to go with delusion
Crap at everything it’s a fact for refusing
The kindest individuals always the ones getting used
They are so very friendly they allow themselves too
The dominant people have the least to offer
except dominance... what if they meet one another
that’s when you see evolution has many levels
the medieval still with us thinking they deserve medals
Some people are jokers they want you to laugh
it opens the door they get poked fun at for that
I used to think happiness was something contagious
I now know it makes people bitter and heinous
Most fall in love with someone not in love
Hate being together but splitting up is too tough
Top politicians are the biggest suck ups
how else would they ever get that far up
Sometimes I can’t sleep so I see what’s flowing
my brain half asleep I say it’s not a bad poem
I spied a valley low
Across the road from the cemetery
A Columbus monkey swinging by
The trees of the vale
Stood tall and forlorn
Observing the crematorium
Covered in light gray smoke
As morning traffic streamed on by
Giraffe reached for the tallest bough
And I thought I heard the leopards growl
And by the road was a troop of baboons
As people walked on by
And a few yards away,
Was the army garrison
A regiment trooped on by,
As a sounder was grazing idly by
And people walked on by
Yes I spied a valley low
Where life carried on slow
Across the road from the cemetery
Where footsteps were dull and hollow
A funeral procession was going on
Yes the trees of the vale
Were tall and forlorn
The sun hung high and lorn
As were the clouds of dawn
As I drove along that road
Away from that valley low
It seems like only yesterday
I was young and climbing trees
Running through the forest
Scraping arms and knees
Playing tag or hide and seek
Hop-scotch or skipping rope
Making a bow and arrow
Building a periscope
Playing ball on the local lot
Wishing upon a star
Swinging on a hanging vine
Stealing from the cookie jar
Tossing a ball against a wall
Making figures out of clay
Raiding the local apple trees
Jumping in a pile of hay
Playing cowboys and indians
Saturday morning cartoons
Running around like hooligans
Acting like silly baboons
Memories all come flooding back
As I sit here and reminisce
Of halcyon days way back when
Filled with pure happiness
© Jack Ellison 2012
We were very excited since the day
is nice for a trip to the zoo and play.
The petting Zoo was the first place we saw
and got to hold and touch the rabbit's paw.
All the tame animals came through
and we heard the lion's roar and cows' moo.
The train monkeys, baboons, and chimpanzees
banana junkies were in the few trees.
The zoo trainer was stringent, but gentle,
a loud voice, but never did go mental.
A cold stare that could stun a wasp to mind
and held a stick if they stepped out of line.
Standing close beside us, was a giraffe
stretching out its long pink tongue with a laugh.
Popcorn it wanted that we were holding;
so much fun the day was still unfolding.
5/12/2023
Writing Challenge - 'Z' Words Poetry Contest 2. Zoo
Sponsored by: Constance La France
In the darkest of shadows
where deaths distress throes
where haboob cold winds blow
sandstorms one only knows
and where the heart’s a swindler,
a flame needs its kindler
The force of darkness ends
as sparking awareness mends
As the sun responds with heat
at dawn's rising we greet
Gratify light and energy
ratify our source of synergy
Life’s thriving in Amazonia
since days of Babylonia
Goddess Flora’s allure and beauty
fauna’s animated antiquity
Ravishing roots uncovered
medicinal miracles discovered
Flowers blooming bright
a bride’s bouquet, a rite
A rose scents us with love
purity of the white dove,
liaise and symbolize
God’s striking creatures are the prize
Planet Earth’s born native
our souls be collective
Baboons and macaques eat its figs
scarlet macaw’s perch on its twigs
An Amazon rainforest aerate
soulful breaths cognate
A tropical canopy perennially
and shall perish eternally,
sans the sun’s rays that carom
across a ginkgo harem,
or man’s deforestation at bay
Deforestation decays
Deforestation is our death
stifling the Amazon’s breath
Sun-loving deciduous
spiny forever green cytisus
While briny sticks and stones
in conjunction are onymous tones
We crossed its path and tripped
our life source stripped
Eremite, anchorite
inheritor of dirt a birthright
Of warm zephyrs in August
and enlightenment we trust
As final cadence alludes
a sequence of preludes
Velvet vignettes ponderous
our effervescence wondrous
Evolved body and spirit
sans any limit
Sans light, the soul shan’t rise
lest a spiritual demise
When all laden and encumber
burdened by the stark of slumber
As dark vs light torments
paroxysm laments
When in a verklempt presence
reach out towards God’s luminescence
One sunny day at the central zoo
Biff the gorilla grabbed the zoo keepers key
Before the employees had even a clue
Went and set all the animals free
Started out on Monkey Island
With the Orangutans and Chimpanzees
With the Giraffe's next in line
Cause they needed someone to see over the tops of the trees
When they were through letting their friends loose
And all the keepers locked up in their place
They hit the streets and before anyone knew
The entire human race was in a cage
Now the animals are doing their very best
As members of society at large
Still life is a mess if you haven't already guessed
Shouldn't have left the baboons in charge
With the pressures in life starting to show
Half the animal kingdom now in therapy
No one told them so they didn't know
That life in a cage was actually free
While the people enjoy themselves at the zoo
Three solid meals and all the naps they can take
Sunning themselves by the wading pool
Never wanting to go back to the so called good old days
Guess no matter which side you are on
The other side always looks better to you
Just remember if the time ever does come
Where ever you find that you're at...life is a zoo