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Premium Member Royal Tea

Bowser and Mittens, Pooh, Fluffy and I
sat with the Queen for her afternoon tea.
Minding our manners, all silent and shy -
each of us awestruck by Her Majesty.

We all were rescues, she loved us in spite,
though we were commoners, she took us in;
loved us and fed us each morning and night,
asked how our day was and where we had been.

Sought our advice on all matters of state -
whether she ought to play hopscotch or jacks,
make paper dolls, or perhaps roller skate -
always she'd come back to us to relax. 

She was the Queen, but did not condescend,
took time to play with us under her tree.
Though it's been years now that she's been our friend,
we all remember our first "Royal Tea"


Written 3 Nov 2021
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Princess Peach Turned Out To Be a Snob

I had to travel through eight worlds to save Princess Peach.
But she's about as warm and caring as a blood sucking leech.
After killing seven fake Bowsers, I finally destroyed the real one.
I did it to save Peach but it was something I shouldn't have done.
She turned out to be a snob, she called me dumb and Luigi dumber.
She said that we're worthless in her eyes because we're just plumbers.
I had to fight turtles and Goombas, and I told her that I deserved to be thanked.
She said that I'm dust beneath her feet and I decided that she should be spanked.
I put her over my knee and I spanked that soft ass.
She cried and cried which proves that she has no class.
I was only given a few lives and I had to travel through thirty-two levels to be able to win.
I would've dumped Peach in the lava instead of Bowser if I had things to do over again.
Form: Rhyme

Twenty Four Hours

11/17/16



He did not hit no home run, it was a grounder

How many cabinets or counters

Have some sort of white powder

Many meals cooked with flour

Familiar with the Two Towers 

As well as Wario and Bowser 

Head up, regardless of any times being dour

Nagivating around sharp objects that could be eye gougers

In certain waters, swim flounder

Certain individuals working as a bouncer

Or with web browsers

And many more, but I'm not going to name them all like an announcer

Some just want the money and power

She wanted exotic flowers

And  a dog that was a schnauzer

Objects being restored and scoured

On a planet with unexplained mysteries and strange encounters

There is so much you can do in twenty four hours

See for yourself unless you want to be a doubter

This place by the ocean has some of the best chowder

Classic like "Wallace and Grommit in the wrong trousers"

Nocturnal hunters and night prowlers

Wolves are quite the growlers and howlers

By black holes matter being devoured

That which does not can ouster

I always like rain and thunder showers

Girl, of you I could not be prouder

I'll buy, now let's go get some sweet and sour

By: Dalton Ogletree
Form: Rhyme

30

7/29/21
"30"

While seeing lifeforms scurry
Heard it all from a little birdie
This morning the birds extra chirpy
Can't take too long, got to hurry
In order to make the best of this journey

Got to hold on sturdy
And stack up turkey
Realizing what is and isn't worthy
None of it is going to deter me

Animals and people being shirty
Humans being flirty
And quirky
Often putting themselves firstly
The lines are getting murky
Sounds like a free-for-all A.K.A. Destruction Derby

Vision getting blurry
My cup always dirty
Still getting up early

I use to worry
Bothered me, like it hurt me
Just leads you more quickly toward the gurney
Now I just push on with super-saiyan fury
You'd think I popped a perky
Or had on a jersey

Recently turned thirty
On a planet with constant controversy
And often no mercy

As another Earthling
It's disturbing
That problems keep returning

Ten Hut!
Heads up!
Otherwise you'll be a dead duck
And get setup

You ain't got a damn clue
Because you've never had to
I use to, but no longer do I feel bad for you

Always the party goes
Go ahead and call me Luigi or Mario
Sometimes working on cardio
When I turn into Bowser, it'll take more than an army yo
Funny thing is, nearly everybody hardly knows
You really ain't got the smarts or heart it shows
Send you into another dimension, I'm not sorry though
Form: Rhyme

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