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A huge grasshopper came our way one day
couldn’t help but catch it, couldn’t let it get away
Just wanted to observe it, the biologist in me
never saw such a thing with its kind of beauty
Bright green wings on a plump green body
I swear it really looked ever so juicy!
We sure didn’t know what to feed it
so we put in some leaves, just a little bit
I guess it ate too much, for its belly looked bigger
Uh-oh. Toilet emergency for this poor hopper!
It seemed to stiffen up, even concentrating
who knew that insects also did that kind of thing?!
At first it was just a little bit, coming out of its butt
then suddenly it seemed, it was spilling out its guts!!
It was something light brown and a little bit frothy,
we were mesmerized, but we also felt guilty...
Whatever did we feed it?! It’s been five minutes long
and still it wasn’t done, something was wrong!
Poor green hopper, with a bad case of the runs
Please don’t die on us, will promise you the sun!
It was super bubbly, it was frothy, it looked even kind of sticky
Hoo boy how I wished that I studied entomology!
The grasshopper looked so tired after that ordeal
But wait up, its tummy looked like it could use a meal!
We looked a bit closer, and saw these light brown grains
Whatever was it? It was driving us insane!
My sisters and I honestly never saw such a thing
so decided to do a bit of web researching...
Turned out that grasshopper wasn’t even pooping...
it was actually doing a lot of egg-laying!!
We found out it was so rare to witness that
for grasshoppers laid eggs by burying their butts!
**note: we actually improvised on this, felt bad for that momma grasshopper to lose those
babies, so we buried those pods ourselves in a patch of soil...we released the grasshopper
the day after and I think less than a month later, we saw these baby grasshoppers hop,
hop, hopping about! It was truly amazing!
***submitted for Amy’s “I Saw with My Own Eyes” contest :)
Pall Revere was renouned four his audacious mid-knight Ryde,
End alsow fore his silversmithin', inn witch he took grate pried!
Butt he is most famed four ridin' like a bat outta ewe no where,
Two alert Hancock, Adams, et al, fore there lives two spare!
Two lanterns inn a church belfry signaled en a-salt bye see;
(Pall gnu thee Brits were cummin as soon as they'd sipped there tee!)
On a borrowed hoarse he flu thru thee nite, thee patriots too summon,
Yellin' two ever'won, "Thee Brits ar cummin! Thee Brits ar cummin!"
Pore Pall was later captured end his hoarse was confiscated two boot,
Butt thee Brits released him two thumb it back too Lexington afoot!
I heard a prattling rattling battling noise
In my children’s room, in the midst of their toys
Slurp and Shriek
Dancing deep
A battling ram came out and gave me a peek
Was that a battling ram? I asked my imaginary friend.
She threw flowers on me and refused to bend.
Dived into the toys
Making even more noise
I had to drag her out when she began to shriek.
What are you doing in there? Yelled the only adult in the house.
I figured it was my husband not a big mouse.
I saved myself
By parking my butt on a shelf
Pretending to be a doll, wearing my very best blouse
The slurps and the shrieks went on for awhile
Imaginary Sally and I had started to smile
Husband came in and took a peek
But ran out again when he heard a shriek
Written: March 14th, 2020
Contest: A Rattling Rhyme 2
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Oh, please, please, be still!
You do nothing but Americans ill!
Constantly, bragging your butt off,
How this country, with you in the lead,
The ostentatious, major show-off.
You, being Mr. Crackdown?
Don’t make me howl!
With babies, police and the innocent.
Having bullets is their jowls.
Our streets never have had so many dead.
Running crimson,and you, with an empty head.
It is time for you to please leave!
If you don’t know your wife’s name,
For heaven’s sake, write it on your sleeve!
Mr Putin and the evil Mr.Chi.
Have plans to do all the world in.
Leave now, all the atrocities,we see are a sin.
4-6-2022
Roses here, Roses there,
bloody roses everywhere.
February brings them to our life,
while others hide a broken wife.
Young girls dream of their shining white knight,
when do you think they'll see, it's nowhere in sight.
Single men try everything to be romantic,
ask every young girl, they still haven't learnt it.
While romance fills their heads,
I'm aware of the last lives it brought to death.
The rose is not this passionate flower,
butt the very thing that causes humans lives to go sour.
Nine months later, in mid of November,
young girls begin the day they will always remember.
With the babies cry with its first breath of life,
There's a dad trying to work out how to tell his wife.
A family is born, and a family is broken,
this is all because, of that bloody rose.
written 14th of February 2017
Well I'm a bit agoraphobic so I stay at home for my aerobics but it's not good for my dome to play alone in a silence cone so I faced my fear but that outpaced my cheer since I also chased my fear of flying which induced my fear of dying, so my aerophobia produced my necrophobia and in rolled the storm which truth be told isn't out of norm but in regular form here I am seeing strobic lightning while I'm fleeing in astraphobic frenzy frightening so much so I hid inside a cupboard and cried until my eyes were blurred but then a thought occurred that's not absurd but I began to feel microbic since I am real claustrophobic so back outside toward the trees but dendrophobia brought me to my knees so eyes squeeze shut, to ease my queasy gut and I stand uneasy only to fall to my butt and manage to fall into a hole so not only am I trypophobic but in there with me is a roe buck brought up my elafiphobia and I snuck out but he fought out and caught up in the muck and folks, he was a big one so as he reared up guess what flared up, major megalophobia spell and I beg ya, you have no idea, hell, the worst of it all was this curse not so small, not even racing, buck chasing, out of control, falling in holes, making blunders during thunder, wish I could shrink down to a mouse and be back in my little house as the worst of the worst, bubble burst, first on this wicked list of these hard to say, wish they'd go away, overdrawn, ridiculously LONG named phobias, is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, iconically ironic cruel kind of jewel, fit for this hypochondriac fool.
guzzling gree tea ginger ale
chest hair raindrops swinging jubilantly
watching the beautiful blessing snore softly with a smile
still you sneak into the center of my mind
remembering the bacon flavored breath on the phone receiver
daydreaming about wings and the similac sweat muffing the sound
feeling like i need my butt whipped in every way but every way
beauty has a deeper definition that just the physical visual
guzzling more green tea ginger ale
mid back summer sweat reminding me of the beautiful blessing
freeing myself of current, unethical thoughts as i remember how my very world was just recently rocked
i put the green top back on the green tea ginger ale,
put the bottle back in the fridge,
and return to the side of the beautiful blessing that has introduced me to Many New Directions of Forward Movement
Inspired by Jan Allison's brilliant "Eye Rowed My Hoarse",
top winner of the July 2021 Word Play contest.
I'm knew to this language; it baffles me sew!
With so many mysteries I wish too no -
I came to this country wile seeking warm climb
but I get awl flustered when righting a rime.
Sea, homophones throe me, they drive me inn seine
each weak I fined gnu ones, their such a big pane.
That last couplet had maybe seven ore ate
(I red it allowed butt I cant keep them strait!)
Eyed herd that this language can be vary crewel,
two words sound alike but there meanings are duel.
They say it’s the most daunting language yule find -
two solve this wood take a reel lode off my mined.
If a rose is arose, then wheel call spayed a spade,
let a male be a mail, and a maid be a made.
A horse is a hoarse, but of course, but of coarse,
though the rules of rite spelling are hard to in force.
I've pulled sow much hare out, aye think isle go bawled -
I'm certain I've misspelled sum words eye just scrawled.
Its enough to make even the mightiest feint
but aisle martial my forces and rays no complaint.
If this struck a cord - if you feel up a creak
know you're knot a loan, yore dismay's not unique.
Perhaps it is fête that has shone us assign,
let's bye some pail ail aura glass of wight whine.
And pleas don't dessert me, I so knead ewe they're,
I still wont to learn how two wright with moor flare.
Buy now you've disk hovered I rote this ingest,
if ewe care to try won yourself, bee my guessed!
Hugo Blais Dier
and Alainise Val Ferda
to express there concerns
and opionions
of "the Cool- Sweet Sassy
Suitors" in modern Music.
She wrote the book
My Darn Music
He wrote the Song
"Modern Music"..
Which sumber's night
that lover's
require atmosphere
That the elapses shall sooth
into moring
each night before
to be the start of specail and
wonderful days.
Us as Lover's.
From a lack of interest in me
to the perfect concern
the none caring modesty
to the crazy need to be with you
when our music
became our theme
I found it wonderous
finding me to
be eager to allow
intimacy.
when arousal assign's d me
to
the right person
and it put me in the right place
that we could be in the perfect
condition
to create and recreate.
An evaluation of yesterday
and the monitor of devotion.
Where we than can predict the strength
of the mood!
Rich Citified and rey Grooves
with it's roots in riff's
scales and scores
percussing
stringing
woodwindish
brassy tones.
Move me and Inspire me!
Tenoroon and Crown
or
Fagotino and Bocal
"Ah- Vay Vin Chorer
She remain's only modestly
interested
and he wishes more"
ah we sigh
ah- we sigh
might they one
night wake in
morning in
full agreement
ah we sigh
ah we sigh
conflictio reseriolucio!
The hater with the gun,
the loafing lover
with all my fun,
may be horrid,
too florid,
And may, like me,
merely want to be effective,
a dramatic part, affective
on and in this great staged show
we share
and sometimes care to listen
and too often speak
and shoot off too deadly much.
When we want to blow up competitively fast,
we go it alone,
as universally hungry egos.
When we want to go far
we go together,
cooperatively ego/eco-united.
When we want to go fast and far
we travel together
synergy's intentional resilience
quickly listening for cooperative warm resonance.
Active lovers
together having all our fast fun
remelting cooperative plowshares
from hot and steely guns.