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When he goes right when you say left…
His grip, headstrong - he swivels the steering wheel.
When you drive him crazy with questions,
Wondering if the old man’s batty.
If you ask him what was he thinking,
He might tell you he thought that he knew
Where he was turning, therefore
Assuring he’s not crazy at all,
Nor ignoring your directions, nor
Losing his mind. Left inside your brain,
You wouldn’t think he’s right, but he knew
Exactly what he was trying to do.
This answers years of questions —
Didn’t you hear what I said? Are you deaf?
Why don’t you ever do what I say?
He was never following siri’s* directions!
7/10/2021
* Siri - Virtual Assistant
D'ya know any people who are always right
Are they annoying creatures or what?
Wonder who made them this walking thesaurus
They sure make my blood run hot
Love to poke holes in what they're saying
Proving that they ain't infallible
Jump at any chance to prove these guys wrong
To be right every time is impossible
Engaging these people in normal conversation
Is frustrating and hard on the psyche
You wanna scream and yell naughty words
And physically harm them, by crikey
Best thing to do is just try to remain calm
Dispute everything they are saying
Drives them batty and they blow their stack
As around the issue you go skating
A naughty and devious man I am
Get a chuckle out of seeing 'em rage
Sure serves 'em right for being so arrogant
Must be the attention they crave!
D'ya know any people who are always right
Are they annoying creatures or what?
Wonder who made them this walking thesaurus
They sure make my blood run hot
Love to poke holes in what they're saying
Proving that they ain't infallible
Jump at any chance to prove these guys wrong
To be right every time is impossible
Engaging these people in normal conversation
Is frustrating and hard on the psyche
You wanna scream and yell naughty words
And physically harm them, by crikey
Best thing to do is just try to remain calm
Dispute everything they are saying
Drives them batty and they blow their stack
As around the issue you go skating
A naughty and devious man I am
Get a chuckle out of seeing 'em rage
Sure serves 'em right for being so arrogant
Must be the attention they crave!
©Jack Ellison 2013
Dracula would go on adventure
and loved to drink in local culture,
but he discovered, alas,
that strange food gave him gas,
not to mention one heck of an ulcer.
During a weekend in Cincinnati
he met some women who were quite chatty;
but their lewd and crude talking
was really quite shocking
and it simply drove him quite...batty.
In Bucharest, he became fascinated
by a vampire he later dated.
She was a Contessa
whose name was Vein-essa
and she liked her tea de-coffin-ated!
They would travel to museums and shows
and especially enjoy art nouveau;
but they most liked to spend
leisure time with a friend:
the vampire artist Vincent Vein Gogh.
That damn weekly times (circa 1900),
Afternoonified with Gigglemugs
sending me off my chump
Editors Half-rats, Not up to dick,
the meater.
Genderfied, I am
A woman of incredible script,
stylograph committed,
deemed a whooperup,
yet her prose is
umble-cum-stumble.
The longing expressed
through the lovers eye
poked-up the meater,
who Batty fanged my dyke
with his footle
His "Enthuzimuzzy"
was unwarranted
and the mutton shunters were called
Collie shangles erupted
yet concede he did
overcome with blue devils
He purchased my script
published it last page
like a Skilamalink
I cared and did not
for published I was
weekly times circa 1900
I bested the ragger
Rough translation - deceived
that damn weekly times editors
all snobbery and fake smiles
sent me crazy
The editors drunk, and unwell
he's a coward
I am a woman
a writer, a poet
committed to my craft
deemed inferior
yet my writings are
thoroughly understood
The topic in question
a female lovers romance
embarrassed the coward
who thoroughly thrashed my lover
with his nonsense
Ohh the insulting "enthusiasm"
was not necessary
the police I did call
heated arguments won the battle
and he apologised - albeit begrudgingly
His saddened state,
as he was forced
to take my manuscript
and publish it in the back
like some dirty secret.
Last page was bothersome
yet published I was
in the weekly times no doubt,
as I defeated that trouble making editor
The doctor told me to write things down because of my failing memory.
I was about to do something, but now I've forgotten.
Oh yes, now I remember. I was about to get something to eat.
"Dear?" I asked my wife, "Would you like some ice cream?"
"Thank you. Yes I would" she replied to me.
"Better write it down," she continued to say,
"You've probably already forgotten what happened yesterday."
"I can remember to get you ice cream," I said, "I don't need to write it down."
"Well I want whipped cream on it too," she went on to say, "You had better write that down."
"Ice cream with whipped cream," I said, "I've got it. I don't have to write it down."
"Could you then please put chocolate syrup over it with a cherry on top," she asked,
"like we used to do when we first met?
You best write all of this down Dear because I fear you're most certainly going to forget."
"I Won't Forget Dear!" I said in my best loving stern voice,
"Now allow me to go and fetch you your ice cream."
I know she means well, but she can drive me batty as hell
Good thing I love her. Ya know what I mean?
I shouldn't have been so stern. I love her so much.
60 years of marriage is something to boast.
To absolve my guilt I shall serve her royally and be the most gracious host.
I'll serve her with this elaborate serving tray
with a single red rose placed in a vase
and as I placed the serving tray before her, I say, "Your Highness."
and then I'm pale as a ghost.
The look she gives to me is disappointment obviously.
It wasn't the look that I had expected at most.
"Did I forget something Dear?" I asked looking at her beacon and eggs.
To which she replied, " You always forget the toast."
I'm sorry Dear," I say with my smile turning to frown.
"You were right all along. I should have written it all down."
Lion 'bout grabbing tiger by tail
Holy mole lee
watch out fowl, balladeer
look out... i.e. donkey kong
primate doth share
footloose slothful writing,
essentially swiftly tailored hare
reed styled mountebank
gets made by mice elf,
an imperfect triangulated square,
while "fake" charioteer
looses neigh scent horsesense
glomming "fake" papier
mâché piñata across animal planet
rhyme without reason,
nonetheless who doth dare
dovish and/or hawkish
elk quint lee otter vamoose
double, triple, quadruple... dare
to caw meow ta
as silence rings loud and clear
ja hiss don't miss snake
pig in a poke hogtied
sow owl only tell ya beware
me dogged holy cow
cuckoo bird harebrained
effort won't impair
corpus collosum, where
seat of thinker housed
fortunately ye ant near
my neck of the woods here
Schwenksville cuz after
innocuous, impetuous, illustrious...
brainstorming deluge... glare
til hearts content
with nostrils that flare
lemming just be reel
regarding rocky mission
opossum bull, I swear
dogged bonafide effort
thanks ocelot to bear
with beetle browed toadying
off fish hill who accidently
didst entrap and snare
courtesy hook line and sinker
masterly baited metaphorical
Earthworm dangling cyber air
coon sitter me batty
Ass sin nine, I admittedly duck lear,
but don't badger me, Noah
ark confess with prayer
yak see no porpoise here.
The graveyard tenants,
who serenely rest,
to this day,
upon this sacred site--
On Hallow's Eve,
will resurrect
to celebrate
the frightmonsterous
of holiday delights.
When the night settles,
with its moon
pulsatin' gloom--
witches fly high,
with Autumn's breeze
and cackle
while swirlin' round
on their enchanted,
witty-brooms.
But first, they'll have
to reconvene
and conjure up--
their Kooky, Goulash Bash-
equal to none.
Twelve bats with gnats,
nine toads, well crushed.
Stir it six times--
then P O O F, it's done.
Children stay calm--
please, do not fret nor cry;
For you might miss
this Zany spooky night.
So listen carefully and watch--
you're sure to hear
the Werewolves howl,
when Frankenstein
comes stumpin' by with fright.
The mummy's wrappings
will come undone.
In shameful places, he's usually
missin' Humongous chunks.
He'll ask to borrow,
from his mummy wife--
her scarf and S n a p p y girdle--
to cover half
of his exposed behind.
Dracul limpin', comes in late.
His fifty brides suspect--
he's out, again--'taste-samplin'
the blood of every virgin maid.
This just can't be....
this Old Bat has no game.
So Igor prays--no one sees
his Soy-sauce drippin' fangs or
self-made, kissed smudged cape.
When he f l a p s in--
there'll be....
a Horrid, Terrible S p a t.
For centuries now--
they've drained the moat,
replaced cobwebs--
and even fed
his feisty rats with
mangy dungeon cats.
That's how
the castle chores--
have always gotten done.
Both servants,
Renfield and Igor Hide--
as soon as he--
their master, flies--
to chase town belles....
when it grows dark.
Zombies
will soon initiate-
the hunts and in games--
Goblins, Spooks
and Monsters
jovially anticipate.
Most dance and sing--
while others growl--
till cry.
Just like we humans do--
they also react to things
that they don't like.
Some pranks can scare--
but, done just for smiles.
It'll be the B e s t
Frightacular Night--
they'll have....
in a....long....long while.
(10/5/11)
This was the night that I was told
Not to walk this lonely dark road
For this was the night that they would all come out
This is what Halloween was about.
Out of the shadows they all came
And many of them was known by name.
There was Frankenstein, the werewolf, the mummy too.
There was count Dracula and his batty friends
The line continued - there was no end.
Then came the witches mixing their brew
In a cauldron pot - would this line ever stop.
The ghouls , the goblins and the ghosts
With their glasses ready to toast.
Backing up the line with sickle in hand
Was the grim reaper, the most feared in the land.
They would go to every street in every town
Letting the kids know that they was around.
They hide behind every shadow and every wall
As the kids came to call.
Out of their hiding places they would jump out and shout
The kids would turn and run about.
Every where they turned there was one of them
No one to help them - not even a friend.
The children going to homes with their Halloween baskets
Till they got to the house with the open casket
Count Dracula would sit up and turn his head
Pretty comical for one who’s dead.
They would turn and run as fast as their feet would allow
Some of them didn’t even touch the ground.
The creatures of the night look forward to this every year
They have so much fun and instill their fear.
BOOBOO
Shattering Light of Life
burns bright in the turn of eYes
Look Love and Listen, Heaven's right here
Not somewhere waiting....
... obsolete and dissolving,
is 'Self' destruct word 'hating'...
There are know "obstacles" to Love
Like a flow of Water upon the Earth
Conquering all in it's Path.
...gentle as a stream and Just,
a trickle is a ripple in the Uni.Verse...
Be it need a wave or falls, spinning lights
or disco balls, rhymes of science or song
of birds... the Message of Love is a Laugh
In.Ward. Do you get my rift? ;)~
There's a batty hatter Singing and
The Light is ringing, to be heard.
"Love", is the IN.Word.
WE give 'it'....
IN. an OUT. wordly way... to the World.
:)
NEW.INK...
Dedicated to a "FreeMan" who always knew
that Love is a CAN.DO.... Word.UP! too ;)
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