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It's Fall, and the night starts to creep up with stealthy footsteps.
The sky is darkening and getting stormy.
Lighting volleys down as thunder calls.
Leaves have all curl and tall trees have swell from fear.
Frankenstein's tea party is the talk of the town.
The house and garden have been decked with string-out bulbs
blinking red, orange, and black. Tables set in black color shawls
with unfussy floral arrangements, masks and gloves at the door.
Playing loud through the Bluetooth speakers,
welcoming the cool night shiver and loud echoes
of monster mash music.
The bats are announcing the guest arrival
flooding the doorstep with darkness.
Ghosts quickly push their way through begging to come in.
To stop the spread of Covid 19 or Delta Varies
Dracula, Beetlejuice, Boris Karloff; are wearing decorated masks
like Michael Jackson Sequin Sparkle and rubber gloves.
Beetlejuice, Frankenstein, and Dracula are singing karaoke.
Witches are talking about their toil and trouble.
The night comes to an end and all the party guests
said thank you for the lovely evening.
8/29/2021
Frankenstein Tea Party 2021 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
The club recruits fresh people—in session plenary.
Of wealth, generosity, enthusiasm, and education.
Sang a Peppa Pig song when we looted the—treasury.
Bullingdon boys with elegant looks joined—damnation.
They still swag public funds with no hesitation.
Of their country, which has been—witness.
At Oxford's Riot Club, a posh eating location.
The Riot ring is akin to real life under—darkness.
Taking advantage of the current—situation.
As written, it might or might not come to pass.
This is the only logical reason for— inflation.
The large bulk now constitutes an—underclass.
Oxford club—solely for men—meant to foster cricket.
P.M David Cameron, Boris Johnson—both tied the club
A riot ring rated—R for voice, fear, and wee wicket.
By a ritzy dress of blue, gold, ivory, and skin scrub.
Young lords destroy restaurants—pay in cash.
It's how we teach the ruling class to sing and lead.
Chant Rah Rah—Bullingdon Boys were bred to clash.
Buller! Buller—Crime pays—Bullingdon lads ahead.
Rah, Rah, Rah! The Bullingdon Boys were born to reign.
Riches run wild, lawyers stay silent— Bullers remain.
Written: March 11, 2023
2nd place contest winner
Bullingdon boys Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Boris and Hancock heads held high but don't be surprised for they know how to lie
Pockets jingling they have no shame, they don't really find you all the same
Watch your loved ones through a screen or don't see them at all
Boris and Hancock laugh at you all
10 downing street parties on ,creating billions for the monetary fund
While we lock down in the covid bund
Geneticall genocide in a town close to you, come buy your tickets discount for two, Geneticall genocide lockdown your mind cash is dirty don't you find
Geneticall genocide please don't resist hold out your arm the needle is bliss
Geneticall genocide please stay at home nature's no good you have no right to roam
PPE shortage it wasn't really strange it's great to prepare for the genocide game
Profit from suffering please we can't breath it's like a fictional story hard to believe
Mortality rates at yearly highs babies dying in front of your eyes
It's hard to believe they have your health in mind when they go on killing our kind
Boris and Hancock were puppets on strings I only wonder what the future brings
Yes away they walk heads held high
Every government knows how to lie.
I am seeing health specialists over a serious concern,
for a year I've had a sick note which says I can't work,
always paying less benefit than they say I should earn,
and it's now mandatory for me too do a job search
and they'll sanction my benefit, if I don't search I won't earn,
but I'm ill seeing specialists who see a reason to observe
for an entire year Vasculitis has been their word
my blood says I have it but the source is a search
until found they can't treat me and that's why I can't work
paying me less than they state I deserve
and then docking it all because I don't look for work
even though I've a sick note and specialist concern
because Eton doesn't teach what real people learn
Labour just take shots at Tory failure,
they could make a plan that shows me my savour,
and the Lib Dems are who what when where when what who no wa
COME UP WITH A PLAN THAT GOES FORWARD AND BE A PLAYER,
Cameron cut benefits like Boris but before
so you should have a plan as it happens once more
The TORIES want me dead, they don't want me poor,
cutting corners without a clue, as they did once before
You have to admit now it is quite pathetic
Three years have gone by some still can’t accept it
They voted remain don’t want to see Brexit
They protest they moan their opinion projected
this miserable way seems to be septic
on and on spread their misery rejection
as though they have a bad loser infection
to a democratic vote and national selection
17 million with the same intentions
Two different Prime Ministers we haven’t elected
Talk of which deal to take given to the electorate
3 fold approval not really expected
disproval of no deal widely ejected
Boris says no to a general election
Economic aspects need protection
Mission impossible with complications
Still Brexit remains the destination,
Independence, the declaration.
Hillary drives a vehicle to the south pole,
Gibson gives us the Flying V.
In football we can now score an extra two points,
and Legos blocks first hit the street.
50 inches of snow on Mason Dixon line,
no one makes baseball’s Hall of Fame.
This new Velcro stuff will hold on to things just fine,
Alaska is newest state name.
Faulkner calls public schools “future babysitters”,
“Volare” named song of the year.
Eisenhower’s world broadcast comes to us from space,
his message is heard loud and clear.
Women in the UK serve in the House of Lords,
there’s moving sidewalks in Texas.
Explorer I hits space, but II is a big dud,
Ted Williams spits in fan’s faces.
In Russia, Laika’s body meets a fiery end,
when Sputnik II falls with a blaze.
Bank of America sends out their credit cards,
causing a new kind of world craze.
9000 scientists call for nuclear ban,
we test 100 times this year.
Nuclear bomb can fall on a house in Morse Bluff,
but baseball players must wear protective gear.
Vanguard I is the first to measures the Earth’s shape,
Sugar Ray is now five-time champ.
George joins Paul and John to create the Quarrymen,
Elvis Presley goes to boot camp.
NASA is created to run new moon program,
Clif Notes now used in the high school.
Alan Freed gets kicked off the job up in Boston,
The Smurfs make their TV Debut.
Eddie Arcaro rides his 4000th winner,
‘Catch a Falling Star’ turns to gold.
Boris Pasternak refuses his Nobel Prize,
the Khrushchev reign starts to take hold.
An F-104 flies to record altitude,
at speeds that have never been seen.
Seawolf remains below the Artic pole longer,
than anyone has ever been.
After 26 years the stamp goes up one cent,
Huckelberry is the new TV star.
Syria and Egypt decided to unite,
Nasser heads the new U.A.R.
The world is moving along at such breakneck speed,
it’s hard to know what’s going on.
Meanwhile I’m still here in Wakenda Missouri,
crawling in diapers out on the lawn.
Soosa plans to go on a cycle ride,
to a distant place, misty and wild
where nature’s beauty could be seen
the fog that could ensnare the eye.
The teen girl was blissfully alone,
rides through the chill in the air
a strange sound made her groan,
Turning around, she saw a boy there.
Was shivering, with no woollen cloth,
Soosa stopped and offered him a ride
he said, “my home is not too far Soosa”
she rides merrily, with him by her side.
No words between them passed,
until he quietly said,”Take a turn.”
the mist around was thickening fast
Soosa felt afraid and wanted to return.
Breaking the lock, she started to drive,
when she looked behind, he was gone
sees, the two ends of the road decline,
submerges to form a mountain pass.
Scares, for the width was narrowing,
was about to become a frozen girl.
then a trembling sound was heard,
Boris was there, with two fireballs.
Soosa followed his instructions,
the orange lights pierced the mist
thinks, Boris is a divine intervention
he helped her escape a life of twists.
The light was dimming, her hope too,
Boris whispered, “Open your eyes.”
she was back home, joins her family
blessed by Boris, her inner guide!
*The shadow of a being always follows. It never overtakes.
Here Boris is depicted as the shadow of Soosa. Her rescuer
was she herself!
Behold the Pied Piper has tossed his pipe belatedly in the trash
Having led folks down some garden paths he trousered wads of cash
Dollars, pounds, euros, rolls of wallpaper - the currency didn’t matter
He gathered countless cretins, enchanted by piffle and patter
From sound suburban Ruislip to Henley-on-the-Thames
This piper sprinkled magic dust and never made amends,
His tunes were quite eccentric but they made the voters dance
Cycling round the capital his prospects to advance
Now the pipes have fallen silent (I wish this event came sooner)
Though he tried many instruments, he never bought a tuner
Cast-off from the orchestra, a wayward minstrel now unseated
His lies have all been rumbled, and on radio repeated
Considering his record, he enjoyed a lengthy stint,
While friendly foreign editors found his comments fit-to-print
The piper told his followers, “Pack your bags and let us roll
It might be a path of brambles but we’ll be taking back control.”
At last his pipes are broken, there are pieces in the bin,
We count excuses and denials that with hindsight look so thin,
People run-for-cover as they see their hero beaten
Coping with defeat is not a subject taught at Eton.
"I ain't gonna be nothing,
Cos it seem like f'ever I've been longing."
Tears in the eyes, phlegm in the nose,
Skin so sore, malady of the toes.
Helter-skelter, yet, nothing to show for,
Studied chemistry and physics what have I got?
I've got nothing, but walking,
Turning like a wheel, with no Boris,
Fishing and hunting, yet no prey,
A thousand padlocks and just two keys.
Governments say what they won't do,
Making us seem as big fools,
Manifestoes, flap-doodles;
Serving trimmed rubbers as noodles.
"Eat, eat, eat" they bade us,
Proud to champion course unjust.
Queen of s, Lord of tongues,
Sharpened bolox, Seasoned guts.
Now they stand as the saviours,
Voice so high, dreading as thunder.
More they speak, more they hunger,
Nourished with lies, growing fatter.
What do we do, what are should?
'nough of savagery, 'nough being fooled.
Hey hey hey I'm talkin' you.
You you you you you you you.
Y'all wake up, wake from slumber,
'Nough of dearth, 'nough of hunger.
We goan be sleepers death after,
Now eyes are open, why the scar?
If its dirt they're tissue papers,
Come for bucks, here is a dollar,
Buy the one which is cleaner,
Use it on your eyes and see clearer.
You should now see, yea better,
Humans like you claiming beggars.
Those then begging, now are loiters,
Those then loitering, now are robbers,
Those then robbing, now are killers,
Those then killing, now are prisoners,
Those then in prison, met their demise.
And on and on, Same thin' O'er and O'er.
And we live on in myopia,
Till perhaps come the rapture.
Now we need revolution,
Bundle up and throw out corruption.
Right in our palm is solution,
But we've been feared by confusion.
Change prior to conviction,
Let's agitate for lib'ration,
Kill who should die as oblation ;
Those who're swimming in corruption.
For e'ery bribe they get commission,
E'en loot their congregation,
Loaning 'em to indecision.
Spare no seed of transgression.
Even the bible make no exception ;
The book of proverbs even in extension,
In chapter six verse eighteen makes a correction:
Only the death of the innocent is a transgression,
But of the wicked? Sure purification.
The first two lines would come no more,
If we do what is right as we ought.
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Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. We, You, I.
Ice cream and jelly, with a punch in the belly.'
Is what some in Britain Abhor.' Boris is in
Trouble, he blew too big a bubble, where he
And others did abide.' There is agony and much
Beration by the media of the Nation about who
May well have lied..? Er I mean died.' Yet i find no
Contention. On arms shipments and war intentions?
From any who, debate or decry ' about lockdowns
Such shockowns while B L M protests spread wide
How can he be so wrong? Yet also right? For so-long
While his sucessors continue in that war like stride.'
What of the elders, in throes of dementia? or now the Myocarditis high tide ' if he's wrong in his house party's
Though we are not all smarties ' surely history will itself
Truth decide.' Is there poison abounding? in congenial
Surroundings? Addicted to rampant turpitide ? How sick
Are 'lost leaders?' Who took their nation blindfolded on
A fear churning ride.? Forget ice cream with jelly and great
Bloated bellies.' Smile and turn well aside ' make no talk
Of sound reason, rejoice in silly season April fools days
And santioned genocide.?