Long Brillo Poems
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Miss Bee has a horsey face and looks truly old.
Miss Bee was weird and tall, and sounded truly bold.
I saw her and was instantly and utterly put off.
Her voice was scratchy, like a worn-out brillo cough.
But soon her love for science and her enthusiasm
For it , Miss Bee began to teach.
Concepts unheard of pre-Miss-Bee were now
Within my twelve-year-old avid mind and reach.
Miss Bee did not rely on a lazy teacher’s boring text,
She taught us terrific stories, the best one always the next,
As facts and “ologies” around me were delightfully hurled,
Miss Bee opened me up to a magical scientific whole new world!
tap water to vampire
…an extra worker short
….Twitter
…iPhone child labour lawyer
…booking a meet and greet at a school for the dumb deaf and blind children for Prince Andrew…symbol would be spinning in his grave
…Brillo pad toilet paper
…politicians (people who avoid answers as a job)
…waterproof tea bags
…a kick in the teeth
…tickets for the Titanic’s second voyage
…cold caller for an under takers
…is this line written in code
…Pre dick five tetx
..a Swiss Army knife in nuclear fallout
…the reign of Charles (you might think too soon but his brother is still free)so basically em
…thaw setting on a radiator
…the word xylophone
…moon glasses
This isn’t mine but I had to share
….Anne Franks drum kit
…dissolving condom
…PlayStation controller on a submarine
..ejection seat on helicopter
…trying
…life
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I’ve made a few mistakes in my life. I can say that with aplomb
I wore a blue brocade tux with a top hat and cane to my junior/senior prom.
I once let a beautician curl my hair...now that was really astute!
I thought a curly head of hair would do wonders for my new blue leisure suit.
She said a perm would make my baldness seem fuller and my love life it would prolong.
When it was over it took but one look in the mirror to know that she was wrong.
My hair looked like a rebellious Brillo pad and I’m not being indiscreet
when I say the only female attracted to me was a French Poodle down the street!
In college while out drinking with friends I pretty much sealed my fate
when I cozied up to a pretty cheerleader and asked her for a date.
Was it the alcohol or was it love that made me forget I’d have to contend
With her boyfriend…sitting next to her…
was he the quarterback or a tight end?
I don’t remember, but I know my distilled confidence made me feel bold and brave and brash.
What happened next is a bit of a blur...
I woke up face down in the trash.
The point here is we all make mistakes
they await us around every turn.
We shouldn’t be afraid to make them
because from them we’ve so much to learn.
Without mistakes we wouldn’t have the chocolate chip cookies so many of us crave.
The slinky would have never been invented...
no post it notes or microwaves.
There would be no penicillin,
no fireworks would ever be seen.
Without mistakes we’d see a straight tower in Pisa
and miss that beautiful lean.
We will try and fail many times in our life,
sometimes we’ll crash...
sometimes we’ll fly
but the biggest mistake we will ever make...
is when we fail to even try.
True I didn’t get a date with the cheerleader
but I still remember to this day
Her smile and that wink she gave me
as her huge boyfriend dragged me away.
I remember that moment with fondness...
I know as a couple we would have been cute.
She, the beautiful cheerleader,
and me in my blue leisure suit.
Fat you were, beyond description.
Jabba the Hut had nuthin' on you.
From a scruffy little Brillo-pad sized stray
Your appetite ballooned you
To an incontinent continent of feline adiposity.
A fur covered Butterball turkey
With attitude
You never failed to fall below expectation,
Seemingly unable or unwilling
To grasp the concept of the litterbox.
To think we named you Shadow.
Even that part of you looked heavy.
You'd just sit on something that groaned beneath you,
Paw draped across that vast white belly,
And look at me like, "Well?"
Then one day,
Too chubbed to make it across the street in time,
Some car bopped your noggin
And knocked the life outta you.
They brought you to me
Unmarked yet dead;
I crammed your soft bulk into a bootbox
And buried you under our big tree out back.
Death gave you a measure of dignity
Unattainable in life,
As I suppose, in the end, it does us all.