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Danny Dragon learned to dance the Samba,
then he wanted to learn the Rhumba,
the Hustle, Jitterbug and Boogie Woogie,
with his little friend Salugi.
All day and night they’d shake and shimmy,
oh, Danny and Salugi often got quite giddy;
giggling and wiggling across the dance floor
and I can say I was never, ever bored.
Then Danny got the competition fever,
as far as winning he was a believer.
I entered him in three or four
they literally danced from door to door!
Winning trophies and even money,
Salugi became quite a charming honey.
They’d spin and two-step all day long
I got my guitar and played a few songs.
Three hundred twenty competitions later,
Danny took the trophy from Albert Alligator.
in two years time, they’d won thousands of dollars
and Danny bought Salugi a diamond collar.
He bought himself a new Mercedes,
it made him a magnet for all the ladies.
Danny and Salugi became quite famous
and now they’ve their own show in Vegas!
4-10-2021
Enter the ' Nursery Rhyme 4' Poetry Contest
Eve Roper
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sound quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
If so, perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain between you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the drivers licenses of bald men
© Jack Ellison 2014
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the driver's license of bald men
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste so funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Can women put on mascara with their mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for colour of hair
On the drive's license of bald men
How can someone draw a blank
Now that's a real poser
How d'ya know if it's new and improved dog food
Eating that stuff's not kosher
Are there seeing eye humans for blind dogs
Sounds quite logical to me
If the Energizer Bunny attacks someone
Is it charged with battery
Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns
Because they taste funny
If feathers tickle people, do they tickle birds?
Bet it's better than even money
Why does every toaster have a setting
That will burn the toast to a crisp
Women can't put on mascara with mouth closed
Why do holes in most donuts exist
Here's one I'll bet you've never thought of
Do birdies ever need to pee
So perhaps those sprinkles of rain that fall
Aren't really rain 'tween you and me
Why do hot dogs come in packages of eight
While the buns come in packs of ten
Tell me what do they put in for the colour of hair
On the driver's license of bald men
I'm in a stagnant job, deep in despair,
The rich have money—why don’t they care?
Rent rises, every necessity inflates
Why can’t I get a few bucks from Bill Gates?
I work all day, and come home beat
I step over homeless, sleeping on the street
I'm on a treadmill, no way to get ahead
Not even money for a concert by the "Grateful Dead."
I was at the rally for Mamdani, we chanted "tax the rich"
Kathy Hochul said, "I hear ya", for our socialist niche.
I may not have ability, but I can plead
From each according to ability, to each his need.
Our deficit is trillions, what's a few million more?
I could buy a mansion on the Georgia island shore
I say let's clean out all those rich guy's plates
Maybe then I'll attract some cooler dates!
Think of all those billionaires, and shed a tear
There's Tim Springer, monoclonal pioneer
What has he got that I haven't got?
My scooter is broken, but I'd sure like a yacht.
There's Carl Hansen, whose money grows on trees
He uses A.I. to find treatments for disease
If only he would fund my next MRI
I'd bake him a cookie, for a standup guy!
There's August Troendle who founded "Medpace"
I'd like to demand my due from him face to face
He runs clinical trials for drug companies
Would he spare a few million, if I say "please?"
China has many a science billionaire
How about international donations, shouldn't they share?
Instead of preparing for World War Three
Couldn't they give some Yuan to me?
So I'll vote AOC, Bernie and Zohran
That way I know where my next meal comes from.
You might argue that they'll make bad into worse
But for now, I want my share of the purse.
I’m flabbergasted at how the streets are thronged
Could You be the one for whom twelve years I’ve longed?
Oh say, a Physician like no other before seen?
Different from the kind to where I had been?
Could Your timing have been more impeccable?
And Your approach be more unbelievable?
But I’ll undoubtedly put the last of my trust in You
I have much to lose, yes, indeed that’s true
But out of options I’ve finally run
And now even money, I truly have none
So I will find my way to your garment
So You can put an end to this bloody ailment
With an old blood-stained dress
I start out and on I press
I hurry through the deafeningly noisy crowd
Each one giving a careless, yet imploring shout
And it feels like You move further
With every step I take to get closer
“Please, if You are the Saviour”, I think,
“help me to press on, for I’m at the brink
Of breaking down, about to forfeit
I’m helplessly at the mercy of defeat.”
Not only will I touch your garment
But You will make my life to Your goodness a testament
Finally, after pushing past the multitude, I see an open space
To my advantage, in the other direction, is turned His face
Unworthy I am, so I really do not have to talk to Him
All I truly need to do is swiftly touch His hem
The hem of the Saviour’s garment, that’s all I really need
And then from this sickening bondage of blood I’ll be freed
I touch His garment, and it really was not my intention
To in any way catch the Saviour’s attention
I find it strange that no change in me I see
Until that mysterious Physician spots me
And confirms soothingly to my soul
“…thy faith hath made thee whole.”
So not only will I touch the hem of Your garment swiftly
But I will praise You from the bottom of my heart sweetly
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as I said I would
But I will ever bear in my heart of hearts to my Saviour gratitude
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment, but strife
I will, as I hold onto You, Lord, for dear life
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment with my finger
But in Your presence I will overstay my welcome and persistently linger
Not only will I touch the hem of Your garment as scary
As it may seem, I will cling to You, oh, loving and lovable Redeemer of Calvary
I came here to win.
I need a lucky shuffle.
I want some blackjacks.
Here is my money.
I hope you’re better this time.
Please, no surprises.
You were not too kind
to me the last time around.
I need some winners.
Here is my first bet.
Let’s go, I’m ready to win.
Please be nice to me.
A two and a nine.
I would like to double down.
Give me something big.
It’s a measly four!
I hope you’re going over.
Twenty-two or more!
What’s under your six?
I hope you will bust for me.
And you have a ten.
Please bust your sixteen
in order to let me win.
You’re going over!
And you pull a five!
That amounts to twenty-one.
And you made me lose!
Well, no more of that!
Here’s some more of my money.
You be nice to me!
A ten and a five.
And you have a six showing.
You’re going over.
I will stand pat here.
I think you will bust this time.
Let me win this one!
You must have sixteen
A big ten is under there.
Won’t you bust for me?
An ace underneath!
So you have a seventeen,
and I lose again!
Well, no more of that!
I’ll double my bet this time.
I need some winners.
An ace and a ten!
You have a blackjack for me!
Thank you very much!
Why don’t you pay me?
Oh, so you have an ace up
Who needs insurance?
I need half my bet
to be paid even money?
No, you don’t have it.
A king under there!
And you have blackjack also!
And that is a push!
Let’s try it again.
You owe me for some winners.
Give me lucky cards.
A ten and a four,
and you’re showing a nine up.
I must take a hit.
A big ten for me.
I busted and lost again!
Forget it today!
A cart selling hot dogs and such
Was suddenly sharp to the touch
Because thousands of bees,
Eschewing Chinese,
Thought a frank they would like very much.
They swarmed to the top of the stand
So a cop, likely one in command,
Ordered all off the street
So the bees could retreat
But that’s not what the stingers had planned.
Thus an officer, bee-suit attired,
Soon appeared with the tool he required
And his vacuum did suck
All the bees it could pluck
With finesse that onlookers admired.
New Yorkers find stuff like this funny
And likely would bet even money
That soon that same cart,
If its owner is smart,
Would be selling you hot dogs with honey!
If you hold a gun and I hold a gun,
we can talk about law.
If you hold a knife and I hold a knife,
we can talk about rules.
If you come empty-handed and I come empty-handed,
we can talk about reason.
But if you have a gun and I only have a knife,
then the truth lies in your hands.
If you have a gun and I have nothing,
what you hold isn't just a weapon — it's my life.
The concepts of law, rules, and morality
only hold meaning when they are based on equality.
The harsh truth of this world is that when money speaks,
truth goes silent.
And when power speaks,
even money takes three steps back.
Those who create the rules
are often the first to break them.
Rules are chains for the weak,
tools for the strong.
In this world, anything good must be eradicated,
because goodness breeds defiance, and defiance threatens order.
There is no mercy.
There is no justice.
There is only the will to dominate,
and the silence of those who fall.
Truth is whatever I decide it to be.
Morality is the weapon of the defeated.
And in the end, everything bends… or it breaks.