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She wanted me to meet her pet, but I was not ready to go yet.
Her enormous python and giant black cobra I had already met.
Alligator? Crocodile? Probably something that could tear me apart.
I made excuses for six days, until she said his name is Bart.
Bart? Hmmm. Bart a Billy goat? Bart a bat? Bart a bumblebee?
And he has fur, she added. A mink? A cat? A grizzly?
What is Bart? I asked. For what did I have to lose?
Just get over here, she insisted. And bring my borrowed shoes.
So I went on over, and knocked on the door, shaking a little.
A tomcat came over and unlocked it. He was playing a fiddle.
Where is she? I asked. Tomcat nodded to the kitchen. In with Bart.
I walked slowly toward her and got a shock. Jumped with a start!
What is it? I asked her, fascinated with this creature and his yellow eyes.
I wish I knew, she admitted. He came with a tag that said “Surprise!”
Bart said into earpiece, “I have three specimens, ready for beam up.”
We got taken seconds later, along with Fiddler playing Tomcat Buttercup.
When we were on our way in a giant space ship to outer space
I said to my sister, “This is an embarrassment, a total disgrace.”
“What about me?” she said. “A home invasion, and I was kidnapped by a toy.”
It happens I told her. “Remember tale of Helen of Troy?”
In the slushy bog, lived one speckled frog
He loved to have fun and didn’t wish to slog
Croaky Frog was his dear name
To travel and enjoy life was his aim
One day he set out, wearing his hat
On the way he met a furry rat
He asked- “Hey rat, will you come with me
Lovely scenes are there for us to see”
The rat replied- “Yes, I shall come with you
I too like the beautiful sights to view”
Soon they saw a tabby cat on their way
Rat ran in fear and hid behind some hay
Croaky, instantly jumped into a well
Seeing a snake in, he began to yell
“Save me, save me” cried the desperate frog
The evening was veiled with thick fog
Billy goat and friends were grazing around
They heard from the well a desperate sound
In minutes, they arrived and saved the frog
Thanking his friends, the frog fled to his bog
Feb.28. 2023
~ Placed First~
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Eve Roper
Replication, O photon.
Atmosphere. Molecules.
Phase, like seasons. Here, then gone.
Tools, tremors, toadstools.
Occipital ridge, troll, bridge.
Billy goat, thy horn.
Pestilence, thy name is midge.
Freighter, fain, forlorn.
Lightning bolt, fruit of the gods.
Eat one and become.
Mycelial, goldenrod?
Mushroom, just stay mum.
Sign of salvation, sea-bass?
Shark, set eyes on same.
Liquid legend, O my lass?
Sure. I'm glad you came.
Tympani, crush. Firefly, flee.
Knock thrice, then flit, thrush.
O behemoth, swim thy sea?
Death, you've had a brush.
Enormous or gigantic?
Titan, which to choose?
Oil on surface, stiff or slick?
Flickering fate, fast fuse.
Race, a trace of turkey wild.
In the corn, my child.
Charnel house floor, stains a-tiled?
Ululate, red riled.
Racket, informed packet?
Data, grow in trees.
Weather, wail. Jail, jacket.
Pain, poisonous to please.
Rocky
Rock is not a racehorse,
he is a tiny Billy goat.
He thinks he is much larger
than he really is.
One day,
he will be all that he believes
he already is.
That will be a good day,
for Rocky.
Rocky is the color black
with very long hair.
It is soft and squishy to the touch.
He had horns on his head,
but they were removed.
Now he likes scratches there,
and cries sometimes.
Rocky is still a baby yet.
He is on the baby bottle.
Three times a day,
I am on my way,
to make sure his belly stays full.
Rocky will eat hay and oats,
and tin can boats when he is older...
but not today, no way.
Then...
Lucy came to live with us.
She is a goat-like Rocky.
She is brown like caramel,
and round like the sun.
It mirrors her disposition.
She is happy and sweet,
and Rocky loves...
to smell her feet.
Life is getting busy here,
on the Iris Acres.
It is a place,
to be quiet,
and watch the flowers grow.
Sumer is icumen in
anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1260 AD
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Summer is a-comin'!
Sing loud, cuckoo!
The seed grows,
The meadow blows,
The woods spring up anew.
Sing, cuckoo!
The ewe bleats for her lamb;
The cows contentedly moo;
The bullock roots;
The billy-goat poots ...
Sing merrily, cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo,
You sing so well, cuckoo!
Never stop, until you're through!
Sing now cuckoo! Sing, cuckoo!
Sing, cuckoo! Sing now cuckoo!
ALTERNATE OPENING LINES:
Summer is a-comin'!
Summer has come in again!
Summer has arrived again!
Summer has arrived!
NOTES: These notes were taken from the poem's Wikipedia page ...
Although the composer's identity is unknown today, it may have been W. de Wycombe. The manuscript in which it is preserved was copied between 1261 and 1264. This rota is the oldest known musical composition featuring six-part polyphony.
"Born William Henry McCarty, Jr. AKA, Billy the Kid or El Chivito, (Billy Goat/Kid). He had a younger brother named Joseph, and they both had an older sister named Bridget McCarty. Not much is known about the family other than the widow Catherine raised her son Billy before dying of tuberculosis. Also, him and his younger brother Joseph were arrested for an infraction (charged with stealing, that they claimed were items of necessity)," [A fictional parody] ... by Poet.
Famed Billy the Kid had a sister,
She dated his rival, who kissed her,
When asked if it's true,
Says what's it to you,
He took out his gun, shot, and missed her.
Now Billy the Kid's reputation,
Sees at risk without hesitation,
Hand still holds a gun,
Aimed own head shoots one,
Then, cried out in humiliation.
Sissy saw and ran off with her mouth,
Everybody in town heard her out,
With Billy, cash rolled,
Without him, no gold,
Town thought it best to put her lights out.
The Kid grabbed some dirt and had it thrown,
Fell on her coffin o'er a blank stone,
You folks ... you're to blame,
Her stone has no name,
We named the town after her, "Tombstone?"
aristocratic antelope alarms and annoys
blue-eyed baboon’s billy goat buster
causing confusion, consternation and crying
distressing and disturbing deliberate donkey
egg-producing egret elevates enthusiasm
forever frolicking in farmer fred’s pastures
giddy goats gallop in garnished with garlands
happy horse henry hypnotizes henrietta’s hens
intense iguana ignores idiocy of inmates
jackals justify jack rabbits jelly-like jeers
kangaroo keenly kicks off kingly kibitz
luxurious llamas lollygag in the lounge
mischievous monkeys march among marshes
nervous newts nibble on nutty Nutella
obnoxious oxen opts out of outrageous opportunities
preening peacock praises his pompous president
quivering quail questions quaking quasar
rustic rooster ruffles robin’s restlessness
sassy songbirds swizzle and sway toward sand beach
talkative turtle trains tarantula to twist and turn
understudy Ulysses utilizes universal unitedness
validating vocabulary of vicious vultures
wandering weasel wants to find his wishes
‘xacting ‘xtra ‘xhibitions ‘xperiment on eagle’s nest
yellow yak yawns next to yipping young wolf dog
zealous zebra zips into view of aristocratic antelope
hey, everybody, this is old Billy Bob, here
over there in them cute Billy Jeans
well, I just woke up this morning
and looked up towards the sky blue mirror
meanwhile, down the road,
I see an image of old gray-haired Billy goat
just chewing on some maple oats and hay
looked like he was chewing on some cherry tobacco
I got a little bit closer for inspection and
watch Mr. goat spite some cherry tobacco in a tin can
and right about then, I was kicked in the rear end
while some people would say - I was kicked in the tailpipe.
Unfortunately, I was kicked by some crazy jackass
down yonder, from tupelo, county, Mississippi
you know what
I should've never looked
at myself in that damn
crazy ass sky mirror this morning
you know what - chicken butt
hey, I just got hog tied up again
Dag Nabit...shucks!
give everybody a big hug
thank you...very much!
Do Not Hold Your Tongue
8/14/2023
How oft’ have you been told, to not
rock the boat!
Just go along as an obedient, mute
billy goat.
Just chew on the green, fresh, cud,
Or smile always , be it in rain or in
thick mud.
This may be peachy keen for goats
you see.
But we are special, we are humanity.
When our brothers freedom and rights
are being stolen.
We must stand as one, for tis the God of
the Universe to which we are beholden!
Alamandas are green,
Violets are purple,
Holly-hocks are pink,
Mari-golds are yellow,
Sun flowers,yellow too,
all in beautiful colours of nature.
There goes the wasp out to suck up the nectar.
The caterpillar clench on beneath,in its cocoon,
in a bid to mature.
Ranging hovering flies perch on to suck up juice.
The social insects, termites eat up the stems as lunch.
Sly fox walk by with its razor sharp teeth,
bite out the petals.
Billy goat bleats for joy seeing the mari-golds,
as its dinner is sure.
And the badly labelled of all creatures,man,
in awe at the sight of the sumptuous red rose.
He uproots but tends in a garden.
He plucks but dishes out as a show of love.