Long Disneyland Poems
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Hiring the wolf
to track you down
A bounty is on your head,
he will sniff out the culprit
As for the pig,
he plays the martyr in all this,
the stench of it
in claiming to be guilty
Beasts threatening
to make curry
if only the pig knew
what he was claiming responsibility for,
he would be traumatized
By the actions involved
Was not me he would say
he did threaten my life
In front of a fowl jury
The duck
is loosing his feathers
Once upon a time
He was a very happy duck
Now with all this stress,
a very upset duck
we have here on our hands,
broke down in tears,
cannot get this video out of his head
He is now getting counciling
He needs a good quack solicitor
That should surely
put the badness out of the culprit,
do not think for one minute
the duck is taking this lying down,
the duck demands an apology,
hidden away from public view
Written with the hand of the accused,
if not he is claiming traumatic stress
When he catches the culprit,
he wants a ticket to Disneyland
Might ease his aching head
Would like to hear
the villains side of the story,
he seems afraid
to come out of the wood work,
someone else the pig
tries to take the fall for him,
I will keep you updated
As the wolf fills me in,
little pig,little pig watch out
the wolf is on the prowl,
trying to pick up the scent,
huffing and puffing,
he just wants to be
a cool duck again
In his defense,
solitude is no life
for this duck,
he wants video nasty caught
As for the duck killers
Look into the eyes
Look into the eyes
this duck ain't crazy
Not even mad
he is loosing the plot completely
turning psycho
A mention of orange sauce
Cooked on a plate
with reference
To carving
He is loosing
the grasp of sanity
This duck is totally insane
Look into his eyes
He has lost his soul
Sick as a dog
no joke
in the eyes
Crazy duck
When my doctor calls me in, says I’ve got complications,
let’s not blow our savings, on round the world vacations,
my pre-paid funeral, is all that I want planned,
I’ll refuse a fancy cruise, that trip to Disneyland.
There’s not much left, that I want to do,
I just don’t want to die with the bucket list blues.
We’ve travelled the world, and really seen some sights,
I’m so glad we sailed the Nile and saw the Northern Lights,
let’s just find ourselves, a real old fashioned pub.
one that pours a decent pint, and serves up decent grub.
There’s not much left, that I want to do,
I just don’t want to die with the bucket list blues.
Let’s spare everybody, that sponsored mountain climb,
one last glimpse of Winter Hill, well that would be just fine,
meeting the Beckhams or Windsors? simply not my thing,
I might just tell the grandkids though, how I met Ben E King.
There’s not much left that I want to do,
I just don’t want to die with the bucket list blues...
Chicago, Illinois was his birthplace.
He was a man of the white race.
A move to a small midwestern town,
And an idea for a famous street formed in his crown.
In school, he realized he loved to draw,
Beautiful drawings with crayons his teacher saw.
Taking photographs became the norm,
And ideas for cartoons began to form.
As a young adult, he lived in Kansas City.
His animated films were quite witty.
He made laugh-o-gram sketches,
That were met with great successes!
He moved to California for a fresh start.
Creating cartoon characters became his heart.
Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, and Goofy too,
Fairy tales, animated movies, and clothes to name a few.
But his work was not done.
He built a theme park so people could have fun!
Disneyland because his creation,
He left a legacy for our nation.
Grotesque monsters immortalized in stone
Are perched on top of ancient architectural
Churches with a rumor attached about them
Being marsupial, taking to flight, and having
To materialize back in their places before
Sunrise so they don't fossilize.
These horrible creatures protect buildings as
Water spouts to keep the wall clear along
With frightening away evil spirits to which
The Cardinals say are functional.
Can you visualize their disguise?
These monsters and creatures are known as
Gargoyles who are mythical, mystical, magical,
And historical.
These mythological unusual creations aren't
At all conventional yet, they are phenomenal.
Laugh out loud they've left night time for day
Time afternoon with their own cartoon and
Video game chain
Which makes them a conversational
Piece with real names and fame with which
My children they entertain.
This was a massive campaign.
Thanks to Disneyland
Gargoyles are no longer disdained or plain.
Now they have their own merchandise on
Sale, on demand under their own name brand
So before it's all gone check out their stand
It's fully manned. Believe it or not they got
The upper hand.
Disney songs uplift me.
They make me giddy.
I want to dance.
Hi Ho Hi Ho It’s off to Work We Go!
Fantasia is startling new each time I watch it.
The colors, the music, the jazz!
Disney wanted all of the songs to sound classical.
When you Wish Upon a Star……
I am a cartoonist, I know it is because of Disney.
Mickey, Minnie, Daisy, Donald, Goofy!
How much more American can you get?
A Spoonful of Sugar Makes the Medicine Go Down…
Disneyland and Disney World.
Oh, man. Who could ever get tired of Disney?
Not to even mention the princesses or
Burl Ives and the “Ugly Bug Ball”.
Disney makes me sing and dance.
The Tiara and the Crown
I sit here in boxers… and I wonder:
Do I join in?
I know it looks fun—
The manager yelling at balls outside the zone.
And if I wanted to, I could audition.
And what about the makeup?
Comparison wears the crown.
Or does the tiara wear the actress?
Because we never really knew each other…
Did we?
(Checkmark)
I’ve circled the drain one too many times.
My binary system got caught red-handed again yielding too many zeros.
To be, or not to be?
It really is the question isn’t it?
Did the child ever leave?
Can I still argue with another grown man about absolutely nothing significant?
I think Jesus could.
I think Shakespeare wasn’t sure.
But what a hypocrite am I?
To call myself a believer—
When I stopped believing a while ago.
And yet, the kingdom…
The magic kingdom of play pretend…
It’s right there.
Yet I ask the same question:
To join the shenanigans or to not?
I didn’t sign the contract to perform.
I signed the contract to play pretend.
And now Disneyland holds all the magic.
And we.
The carbon copies.
Mr. And Mrs. 666.
We ALL want to fall into something that lets us play pretend.
But instead we judge. And compare.
And that leads to seeing ourself everywhere but here.
The mirror, it’s left us with nowhere to rest our heads.
And I think is this by design? A hell?
Or did God plant himself. And say:
Hey, please hear me, please look at me.
Even here, I am.
we went to disneyland
and you are just transported
give me cobblestones, gas lamps and
a passive-aggressive Iron Man
The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
the sign states you must be sober to ride
there is a rhino appearing to pierce the backside
of a white, moustachioed man, escaping up a tree
is it real, or is it more of the woozle fever dream
and our guide steve tells us to not panic
give me resplendence, iridescence
a fantasyland train station
kaleidoscopic and free hot chocolate
with purchased ticket
'Goofy will now light up the Christmas tree
and ensure all our wishes come true.'
i need that horse i've backed to come in,
brain tendencies and uncontrollable anger
purchase a 'non-stop 2-Day Fun Ticket'
to enter the park two days in a row
who's driving this flying umbrella?
Tall and handsome was super Armand
Younger days spent in a music boyband
Older he graduated to a heavy rock band
With the stage name of “Collapsin’ Grandstand”
Last summer Armand took a cruise trip to Greenland
Because that was his deep rooted fatherland
Then a hop a skip and a jump over to Iceland
Tagging on a visit to his sweet motherland
He thought this’d be much better than Disneyland
For here his music was in most popular demand
Confirmed in all papers at any newsstand
Heard it many a time and it was easy to understand
Fans cheered and danced at the band’s command
Everyone in attendance had a time that’s grand
Always had a bigger crowd than planned
All felt like they had reached the Holy Land
Never accused of being underhand or bland
Every night in the middle of Armand’s handstand
The crowd wildly cheered for “Collapsin’ Grandstand”
Too hilarious to see how would jump to attention every stagehand
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Basic training was no joke for my daughter
Her troop was under the jurisdiction of Mother Russia.
Mother Russia, their drill sergeant was five foot four.
My daughter is five foot ten. She could not stop smiling.
He did not appreciate her height.
Not highly successful; it was like Tweety Bird dressing down Sylvester.
I sent her seventeen Elvis postcards; fifteen landed on the same day.
Mother Russia’s policy was if you get more than two pieces of mail you must sing a song in front of the troop.
She was supposed to sing an Elvis song but she did not know any.
The whole troop had to sing one and coax her along.
It did not help that the troop next door was carousing most of the time.
They were being referred to as “Disneyland”.
I have several young nephews
who will come over quite a bit,
I take them out on adventures
so they can get something of it.
Some folks would go to Disneyland,
go on rides that make them squeal,
that’s fine enough, but I instead
take those kids to battlefields.
Not active ones, I’m not mad,
but those ones etched in history,
am fortunate to have several
that are not that far from me.
Those boys have walked Saratoga,
where the tide of a war changed,
stood on Fort William Henry’s walls
were countless cannon balls rained.
They have seen Ticonderoga,
once key to the whole continent,
and walked the Massachusetts’ decks,
where sixteen-inch guns did vent.
They’ve watched soldiers wheel in a line,
recreating our distant past,
and seen the tools of Vietnam
with a veteran of that class.
Learned how their great grandfathers both
played their part in World War II,
that one nearby dies on Iwo,
but the shell had a faulty fuse…
That he was one of that mad bunch
who charged though those coal-black sands,
where Japanese would cry,”medic!”
then would coldly shoot a man…
Some would like them to forget,
want them to remain ignorant,
the past won’t fit their narratives,
they see it as impediment.
But those boys have to understand,
one bad day, we wouldn’t exist.
Our forefathers died for this land,
I owe it to them to persist.
They’ll know the cost of freedom is
sometimes so brutally high,
I take them to battlefields
so the truth of us will survive.