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with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet nurse for employ
ment, cuz when stark naked on shark tank,
I behold two bopping, brewing, busting
flap jacks in search of a frying pan,
which change in my physiognomy doth annoy
but, suddenly spurring,
this ordinarily calm, cool, and collected chap
positing even a more radical income idea
changing ma name to Chester, letting hooters
get suckled, though,
methinks they qualify as milk duds
tit two siamese twin guys christened ell and roy
offering accompanied with serving of cookies,
where adipose floppy blimps
rank popular as novel cheap toy
where art though washboard stomach,
where brestworks didst sprout
as if overnight a markedly increased
from flat “Joe” six pack chest did an about
face, with squishy, mushy, and doughy
sprang up without doubt
suddenly forcing a sexual identity crisis,
which freaky phenomenon makes me wanna pout
for weird, wicked woebegone
affects the psyche of this lviii aged lout
wondering what other transitions,
this fellow may indeed be on the look out
feigning to traverse (in me mind) badgering
rugged hormonal secretion terrain akin to a girl scout
on the prowl targeting a peeping tom,
whose foolery demands clout,
thus this imposed unfair punishment,
as some half assed irreversible decree
maybe hints of other surprises,
yet tubby revealed, which haint no fallacy
possibly being brewed up by a brood
of bruiting imps of the pervert with glee
some bot sized microscopic
anti bosom buddy hood stolen the genetic key
analogous to a pesky malware,
virus, trojan horse secrete lee
scheming to transform the sexual identity of me
perhaps waking up tomorrow minus
my little peppy ***** , and behold a pussy
should such an outcome prevail,
where media papparazzi
stake out this freak of nature re:
doubling efforts erecting fortifications
in a big old sassy tree,
especially if the press
(i.e. particularly meaning Wikileaks)
discovers ability to experience infinite orgasms
converting sexual predilection into electric utility.
Queen Elizabeth I
A ll things are as it may, beckons a queendom of two faiths,
B orrowed Boleyn's "B" blue brocade the better choice made,
C ancer claims the spring, agrees with the passage of her sister,
D elves to part the heavens anew throne, amidst assassins, lurking
E ffervescent Elizabeth surrenders calmly a surreal destiny,
F orward justice by the will of grace, and a whimsical gestured cloaked puddle
G reat be her ascension not quiet to title claimed by Mary,
H eretics purged sweetly returns, catholicism stands down
I n a realm of stories a chapter freshens a protestant queen
J oyfulness echoes chambered walls, as a parley of power slithers
K ing bequeathed in a woman's dress, as a pence-less nation recovers
L ustrous gems befall righteously, as Spanish gold doubloons are pirated
M en neath ruffles maneuvering positions placates a capricious court
N orfolk his grace whose days are numbered for treason, pride begs none
O nly wisdom and loyalty keep heads secured, within a fickled court
P alace breeds a treacherous bedfellow, proffers an end worse than death
Q ueen banished him to seclusion as a fading insignificant consequence,
R ewards Drake, Raleigh and others from a grateful empire as her saviors
S aves her empire whilst arrogant Philip of Spain loses his in humility,
T enders Raleigh to his Virginia pretense in her name,
U nsettling execution of Mary Queen Of Scots, in harm's way, opens floodgates
V ersed in archery and horseback riding ascertains her birthright,
W ell endowed in the role of the sciences versus human endeavors,
X enial role model for women, mirrors removal tames loose tongues
Y ields to her title as the Virgin Queen, as her treasury is restored by the West
Z eal was her marriage to England, strengthen via the bogs of Ireland
2020 February 07
*1st Place*
ABECEDARIAN CONTEST
~~Caren Krutsinger
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT G any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
For days and days the Professor would stay at Bingo Mountain. He meet people who brainwashed him into evil.ell respected, he'd lead the cause against tainted honey: now he make a batch of Carmel to add to the corny sweet syrups to fool a public into thinking they had purchase the best. Not only that he had developed a hideous habit. Eating the larvae and wasp and honey bees that he
had cultivated for study and breeding. It's said that he asked a chef to mix a fruity cocktail of nectar and wasps that he might devour them. A scientist there was world renewed, he had developed a potion that could change a moral man into a Hercules type person. They developed the Nectar of the Jupiter !
He had only to completely change his diet and had his blood filtered by a machine that recreated him into asuper human. Vile and wicked he became. One day The Shadowy Demon who had purchased his soul told
him he would be leaving never to be seen again. He gave him paper that made The Professor the ceo of Bingo Mountain and all his business ventures. Pollen Grafting machines and Pollen collectors would make him a richer person.Then he stood before the Professor and said " Never believe you ever met me:I am as strange to you as the day we met!" than he vanished into thin air!
Cultivating habits that promote personal growth, well being and an overall quality of life.
" Ripples in stream, where the moss covered slippery rocks are the only things beneath your feet!" " in I love the new me:such an affirmation cements the bonification of my need to love: I do love me so much!" Then he spoke to his new position: "sacred I stand ilmortal ,me among the Muses,Mnemosyne, the ancients shall remember me through there Muses until they bend there knees in submission!" "I am the solvent to all questions of art and science< I am the then< the now and future of both a model to stand through the ages!" He stood there
laughing: his evil laugh!
From Inspiration of a Hero
writtem by:Stem and Kirsch Fortissimo
for Bold and Powerful Sound Inc.
Story Music/ Drama-Animation
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
the animated series
Jean Jinglers
and platform Shoes
I tell you the truth, he the spirit was me coming from afar and he came out to greet me. alone did he say these words. I know you seeker of souls, it will be you who hear my story? and I say dear spirit, who are you and what be your name? he reply, my name I tell you the father never saw fit to give me a name, for I am everything and nothing, and I am nothing to everything. but I was with the father and son when the father call all thing to order. for nothing was in order on this planet. chaos ruled while the father watched, when the father grew ill of their playful acts he than alone call order. but not all of them came at first. and I reply, who are them that the father call to order and who were them that didn't come but came later? he reply, those who have name unlike I so many name I have not the time to name them all. but I shall name them as men have name them. when the father look from his throne he than say let all the stars come into order and find one place and remain. and those star that did not was cast away. and those stars that did was given names and ranks, and there grew a great war for all stars did not like their names and or ranks and the father look away from them. the war last 44 days, and when the war ended the father look again upon them and call order and all stars came into order and lucifer came from his hiding spot looking on. and the father say let there be no wind nor air among you, and the wind and the air was no more. not that the wind and air had died but was placed on earth for an later time. now for a long time the stars had no wind and air within them for a long time. for this was the first punishment and lucifer looked on. than the father say, let all my children stand forth, and all of the father children came forth, but not them that rebuke him. they remain in that dark place for they were blind children of no father and lucifer knew them all. and the father say, I alone have looked upon you all and I alone seek to create an new soul, And I shall call it man. now all the children knew ell with full knowledge and understanding what the meaning of man was. so they all became afraid.
“With confidence let success be vengeance for all that has happened to you.”
~~ The Poet ~~
Courage to take on and achieve any task.
Ongoing resilience, you wont need a mask.
Never say can’t, always be willing to try.
Forge ahead to succeed, and you will always get by.
Initiate willpower to get each job done.
Decide when you step to the plate, this will be a home run.
Each miss is just practice for that big winning moment.
Never doubt your ability, practice self atonement.
Congratulate yourself for doing your best.
Esteem is required to reach the summit of each quest.
Intend to do it well and you will.
Satisfy yourself it can be done better still.
Ask yourself if I you're ready to do your best, and wait til the answer is yes.
Simply the best isn’t impossible to achieve.
Tell yourself you can , all you have to do is believe.
Any time you dream of winning, it's possible to conceive.
Train your psyche to know ahead of time that you can do it.
Engulf yourself in the knowledge, that you will fly through it.
Offer yourself time to muster courage to face, head on any goal.
Forthright attempts made with body and soul.
Memorize affirmations that tell you to hold your head up high.
Instill a pride in yourself that you find you can live by.
New challenges will face you, attack each with determination.
Don’t wait for others to praise you, give yourself an excellent evaluation.
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Paula parrot is my name. I'm from the wild, but now I'm tame
A chatterbox who likes to talk!
Have news to share? Let's take a walk!
Now tell me what's the latest scoop?
Oh! Watch your step! There's Dodo poop!
I often fly around the zoo, and likely make a friend or two
Some call it weird, or quite absurd, to chatter with the other birds
I like to share a joke or two, with Ollie Ostrich, and Ed Emu
I can't deny, I wouldn't lie, I look the Cuckoos in the eye
We shoot the breeze, and share some pie
and when I leave, with teary eyes, they flap their wings, and bid "Good Bye!"
I pass on by, then say "G'day", to Hoppy-Hobo Kangaroo
I greet Giraffe, we share a laugh, a "How are you??" to Mr. Gnu!
I chat while the Chimps, do acrobats, and say "Ell...o" to Elephants...
Poor Tiger's throat is very sore.......he's caught a bug, and cannot roar!
I offer honey for his grrrrrrrr.....so he can growl, just as before!!
For Penguins shivering on the ice,...I gave them boots, and sage advice
(They are rather bashful....but very nice!)
I'll take a swim with Dolphin friends, then saddle up, my pal, the Whale
He wants to know some shocking news, and promises he'll never tell.
Zack the Zebra can't decide, so dresses up in black and white
He's my friend! We never fight! Whether black or white, or fancy stripes!
They are all my friends and what's to lose? Lucky me, with friends to choose
It seems bizarre to talk to those, who live a life behind those loathsome bars...
So, if you like to talk a lot....give strolling through the zoo a shot!!
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For Contest sponsored by Constance La France ..."Z" 12/31/13
Back in East Texas where I grew up
Folks did a whole lot of fishing
I liked to fish using a trot line
If catfish is what I’m wishing
A trot line is a long line that’s strong
Every few feet is a staging
The stagings all have hooks on the end
Where fish find the bait engaging
The trot line is tied across a lake
Hooks are baited while still daylight
Chicken necks or liver are good bait
Run the trot line after its night
The line is run every three hours
Cook hobo stew on the camp fire
When you get tired, go take in a quick nap
Tell stories, find the best liar
We’re trying to catch big channel cats
But lots of things will take the bait
That’s a large part of the fun of it
What comes up next, can’t hardly wait
When you’re running a trot line at night
Don’t paddle the boat to move it
Pull the boat along, using the line
Don’t get up from were you sit
Check each staging as you go along
Soon you will feel something jerking
When a hook is empty you re-bait
But still something’s down there lurking
When you pull up the one that’s alive
Might be a turtle, snake or ell
Only pull up to see what it is
Before, so you’ll know how to deal
The best thing to do with some things you catch
Cut the staging and let it go
But when it’s a fish you want to eat
You want to bring it in really slow
A nice channel cat can weigh twelve pounds
He has sharp fins that can damage
When you bring one that size in the boat
He can sometimes be hard to manage
Next morning we’ll fry some for breakfast
In a skillet until golden brown
Serve it along with some hushpuppies
A better way to fish can’t be found
Two grizzled master sergeants repaired to the NCO Club to cry in their beer.
Their jawing invariably turned to discussing the 'old army' of yesteryear.
They grew up in the 'brown shoe' army and of it they liked to reminisce.
'Twas 'happy hour', beer was cheap and their gripes went a lot like this:
"By gawd! Used to be I could take a kid behind the barracks and kick his ass!
Now, ever' time ya turn around they're buggin' ya fer a three-day pass!"
"Yep, they think they can git away with anything jesh 'cause they're a volunteer!
Ya won't believe what I shaw today! An earring danglin' from a soldier's ear!"
"We ate C-rations in our day without all them fanchy frills they have today.
Today, if a kid don't git schteak and lobster on hish plate there's 'ell to pay!"
"It wassh called a 'mesh hall' in the old army and we ate off'n schteel trays.
Now, it's a 'dinin'' facility' and, yesh, we schlept on cots in open bays!"
"Yesh. Things was so schimple when all we dealt with was mornin' reports.
I'm scared of them computin' things that is invadin' all the army forts!"
"In the old days I'd tell a kid what to do and he wouldn't give me no shass!
In the new army if I chew out mommy's boy he goes schlobberin' to the brass!"
"Now, they make us wear them silly lookin' berets jesh like them blimey Brits!"
"Yesh. I don't know about you but I schtink it's time I called it quits!"
"Yesh. I agree. I schtink it's time to retire and end this miserable career!"
"But jush a minute, old pal. Before happy hour ends lesh have 'nother beer!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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The poker game wuz progressin' purty well 'til Iron Mike started a ruckus!
Seems he had some spare aces up his sleeve, that dirty, sneaky cuss!
One-Eyed Pete didn't cotton to them shenanigans and drew his forty-four!
Iron Mike jumped up, toppled chairs and tables a-skedaddlin' fer the door!
That started the biggest brawl that the town uv Buckskin Joe had ever seen!
The mob wuz yellin' fer Iron Mike's head but he had prudently fled the scene!
One-Eared Earl, the barkeep, fired his rods a-tryin' to restore some order.
Meanwhile, Iron Mike wuz racin' on a stolen hoss fer the Mexican border!
The pianner player kept playin', "A Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight!"
('Twas Three-Fingered Clyde who tickled the keys fer free booze ever' night!)
Big Nell, who belted out bawdy songs each night, wuz involved, fists a-flyin'!
She busted some noses and shattered some teeth, and I ain't a-lyin'!
A dozen er so uv Madam Rosita's soiled doves joined in the fray as well,
A-kickin' and a-scratchin' and pullin' hair and generally raisin' 'ell!
There wuz so many shots fired that night, it seemed like war had started.
Many drunks awoke the next day to find that thar hair had been parted!
Studs Flanigan, the bouncer, wuz trampled as the fight spilled out on the street.
This sensitive affair caused a deeper rift between the rabble and the town's elite!
So as not to hear the fussin' and cussin', moms covered their kids tender ears.
Old-timers claimed they hadn't enjoyed sech a show in Buckskin Joe fer years!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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