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The mean old housecat has bulgy eyes
when she looks at us in our fish bowl
Oh, how much we've come to despise
that big mouth of hers, the black hole
Poised to pounce with sharpened claws
She's taking jabs with hatred brimming
that ugly feline beast with drooling jaws
for us little fishes, innocently swimming
Our little bowl is cosy, room for only two
bad kitty on the outside, always looking in
If her paw ever grabs us, what are we to do -
we’d be much safer in a smelly sardine tin!
If she ever catches us, we’ve got big troubles
perhaps in her dreams she sees us as fat trout
In fear we produced a stream of gassy bubbles
If only our owner would give bad kitty a clout!
All the chaos made us soil ourselves with poop
so we let that mean old cat feast on a tasty treat
When her nasty tongue slurped intestinal goop
the beast screeched in horror! Revenge is sweet!
Our owner came home and cleaned out the bowl
Soon we returned to our safe sweet smelling home
Kitty got banned but can see us through the keyhole
Now we don’t suffer from irritable bowl syndrome!
Collaboration with Lin Lane written on 7/7/17
07-08-17
I can not believe that in our United States
A country known for the best debates
A country known for equal rights
A country that fairly wins our fights
I can not believe this and neither should you
There must be something we can do
First, they began changing toys, I couldn't believe what I read
There was nothing biased about Mr. Potato Head
Barbie was built as a blonde skinny babe but that wasn't too made kids feels bad or afraid
Now this next part is completely abstruse
These idiots want to ban Dr. Seuss
Six books are offensive and some say anti-Semitic
I am Jewish from birth and just don't get it
Others say he portrays races in a bad way
Six of his books are going away
Our children suffer can't go out to play
The virus has taken so much away
and now beloved books and toys
what's next no music
cause it makes noise?
Dr. Seuss had children learning to rhyme
I read to my patients all the time
Dr. Seuss's characters are cartoon-like and funny
they don't depict racial slurs or money
I'm ashamed of our stupid generation
will they omit history from education
can't study wars of north and south
no more Fred Flinstone with his big mouth
society is truly becoming scary
read what they say bout Little House on the Prarie
and the elephant our beloved Babar
this censorship has gone too far
first the masks next what? Cages?
we are returning to the dark ages
I think all lives matter yay fight for that
But you DO NOT MESS WITH CAT IN THE HAT!!!
I sit here writing this message to you,
My dilemma is choosing that somebody who,
Will cause me to soar and fly ever higher,
But this selection process has caused me to mire,
I admit the candidates are of numerous sort,
And hard to decipher from the initial escort,
Some friends say I'm picky, some say too impatient,
Some say I'll never find that perfect creation,
But, since you are out there and obviously listening,
Let me inform you on what you are missing,
To begin, I'm not going to mention my looks,
Except to say I don't hide behind books,
I relate to those who find life very humorous,
And repel against those who embody the tumorous,
If you're searching for someone that can be predicted,
You will not find my image depicted,
Not that fickle or whimsical could be a feature,
I'm just a bonafide, certified interesting creature,
My view is that life has too much offer,
In addition to ways of filling my coffer,
It's like a candy store, with shelf after shelf,
And I'm the one in the corner stuffing himself,
But, wouldn't it be great if I could just find,
Someone to share with whom I wouldn't mind,
Now what should you be like, I've pondered this thought,
Over and over, I get so distraught,
Someone who's set and ready to go,
To do whatever it takes to reach that plateau,
But, if somehow we do not achieve as expected,
We'll work as a team to get it corrected,
Someone who relishes the quietest of times,
And smiles and applauds at my silliest rhymes,
Someone who climbs mountains and even climbs trees,
See, I told you that I'm not too hard to please,
To confront my claims with a subtle refute,
And to cause my big mouth to diminish and mute,
Someone who sees things different than I,
And is willing to say so without being gunshy,
As for children, I'm not looking for three more wise men,
But, it wouldn't hurt if one could win the Heisman,
Most of all, your love must run amuck,
Because there will be those times when I'm just a schmuck,
I know that you're out there, I'm just not sure where,
But, please turn and listen as I stand and declare,
I will search through the universe until the end of my life,
Until I find you, my lover, my partner,
My wife.
(1/11/93)
"It’s Raining, It’s Pouring"
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man is snoring
He bumped his head
And went to bed
And didn’t get up till morning.
Shivers 'me Timbers
truth be told tune's like old
day had grew night he knew
possibles here unfolds.
I'm Popeye the sailor man
fought Brutus a former friend
was sent up the Big House
and fought with a Big Mouth
he ate all hamburgers then ran
I'm Popeye the sailor man
got lost in the jailhouse can
I flushed myself down
I'm the new man in town
I think I'm now in Japan
I'm Popeye the sailor man
lookin for food in this land
asked a theater house
they had a Bigger Mouth
Kabuk got spooked and he ran
I'm Popeye American
at food house saw Kabuk man
before I could get 'im
he ate all the saimin
and then he ran off to San Fran
I'm Popeye American
hungriest man in Japan
got a bowl of seafood
that stood and walked for good
still hungriest man in Japan
I'm Popeye kabuki man
I'm lean like a boogeyman
my muscles turned mussels
mid chopstick smiles--hustled
so quick boards I on sampan
I'm Popeye the kidnapped man
got Shanghai up to Thailand
there I met King Kong
who took me to Hong Kong
to ship's dock fast as I can
we passed the Meridian
we dropped anchor in ocean
as history stood still
herstory went on till
mid BC & AD timespan
the ship I was travelin
I met this young Hawaiian
his grandpa's Maori
and grandma's Tahiti
he called me the comeback kid
home, my yard--friend waterin'
said he changed my Tax Map Key
helped him up he'd told me
he'll fix things be golden
then showed news I'm lost at sea
I'm Popeye invisible
I will change impossible
and I'll be a name-changer
from Popeye the sailor
to Eyes-to-die-for the yachtsman.
Spider-man crawls in your life with is blind eyes gazing
You hate spiders but chose to spare the spider man
webs start rolling and rolling around you
Until you are the addict of the web
You are the prey
Some how you pull yourself out of the web
And then Bat man arrives
With his cunning trickery
What does this blind spirit want?
You see good as evil
And you like it
Somehow you cant overcome
This giant with wings
He takes you from this to that
Even when he cant see where he is flying to
Then one day he knocks a moving truck
And you fall in the hands of superman
the hypocrite one
He comes to rescue you
Then throws you down the cliff
and holds you before you reach the ground
until you get a heart attack
And he just disappears
To allow Iron man hold you with
A twist of a wolf
And you cant move
each born starts breaking with in
even boneless muscles break
The heart breaks
The spirit breaks down
You break down
And this iron giants hands you
In the arms of the great hulk
The bully we all know
he smashes you at anything
And with anything
And then places you in a battle field
To face some Philistine Champion
Face to face you meet Goliath
The big mouth
Who can talk you out for forty days
After you discover
The secret behind
The stone of courage
You slay your giant
And wait to meet another uncircumcised giant
This time it wont be the matrix
It will be the cocaine
It wont be Jack sparrow
It will be malice
It wont be another giant
But another addiction
Another bully
Another vampire to slay
A Lizard's Body
A lizard's body will prevail,
and regenerate another tail.
Consider the question, "can...
a crusty, creaking man?"
This morning I shall shed my skin,
to let out a younger man within,
the answer to reveal -
you'll know it by its feel.
No AC
The go-go girls all fell in a swoon
in the enchilada bar this afternoon.
I wasn't feeling so well myself -
all the good books were off the shelf.
Big Mouthed Parrot
A colorful bird with a big mouth
and a relationship that headed South -
when she says, "Polly wants a cracker",
I just want to smack her,
but I wanted to strangle the avian jerk
when she said, "Quick, my husband's still at work."
I'm Mr. Know it All
I'm Mr. Know it All.
I make things up inside my head,
and, in the Spring and early Fall,
I copy someone else instead.
Then, these wisdom pearls, I share,
and wonder why you do not care.
An Elf's Resume
Self-starting, industrious,
perhaps, a little mischievous...
but anyway
an elf's resume
isn't something to trust.
The Black Dust of Hell: Choking on the Grave
The poisonous venom that spills from your tongue,
The venomous anthems your malice has sung,
Descends to the abyss as a billowing cloud
A black dust of hell that will fashion your shroud.
You spoke without mercy, you bled without care,
But silence awaits in the tomb of despair.
For once you are broken and dropped in the clay,
The shadows you summoned are coming to play.
The ash of your cruelties will gather and rise,
To choke out the light from your dead, hollow eyes.
That mountain of malice will turn to a bill,
An absolute ledger you cannot fulfill.
For every vile whisper and treacherous spark,
You will swallow the soot as you rot in the dark.
Not a breath goes unchecked, not a malice is spared
You will choke on the horrors your big mouth prepared.
Take me back to the days where depression and anxiety weren't in my vocabulary,
To where I thought everything ended happily,
When I was naive enough to believe things lasted forever,
And the pain of the future didn't threaten the fragile happiness I pulled together,
To stories of the "big mouth frog" my papaw told,
To when I never understood the concept of growing old,
When diseases and age weren't a fear,
And I believed we wouldn't ever think about being apart and everyone would stay here,
But now that I'm older that illusion is shattered,
My heart is broken,torn and battered,
I'll never be able to have the past,
My sadness grows when I remember that I didn't want it when I thought it would last,
I wanted to be an adult and make my own choices,
Never realized I might miss the silly voices,
The ones I heard before bed or sitting at his feet ,
And it makes me wonder - if that can slip away what do I truly have for keeps?
Just a day in my life,
So there I was, after being at home for a year
stepping into a community centre
With no experience, just my wit and big mouth
from being a secretary, a position of project coordinator was created
so little me, could hone my skills…
The most rewarding part would have to be
The privilege of working with abused women
their stories were scary,
sometimes crying with them seemed to be the best option
To comfort them, words were never enough
but in the end they stepped out,
Some went back into the situation,
While others who stayed strong became the success stories,
My sincere hope is that those that went back, have been empowered to know
That it’s not supposed to be that way...
Contest: The Work You Do
Placed: 3rd
The court Judge is at my house
I cannot tell anyone, not even my spouse
He's come to inspect my claim
And I've only myself to blame
It never occurred to me when I sued
When I was in the foulest mood
I saw the damage in my new property on the wall
To my lawyer, I made a long call
I would easily win this case
And I realized my mistake when the Judge and I came face to face
In my home
The judge wanted to see what I was making a big fuss about
Me and my big mouth!
I had the ruined wall rebuilt
Should I wither or should I wilt?
Without a receipt I'm screwed
Now I'm in a real bad mood!
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