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We went to a Chinese restaurant, but couldn’t get a seat
The waiter found us a table, and said we were in for a treat.
A wedding party was booked, he said, we would join them
We decided to say yes, sat down and waited and then…
The waiters rushed out, the bride arrived, resplendent in a gown of white
A creation that was gorgeous, her tattooed shoulders caught the light
No groom was there by her side, just a pageboy and three bridesmaids
The page a little boy of five suddenly on his way he got waylaid…
A tank of fish by the door, amused the bored little boy
Especially when he threw his car in, it was his ‘must behave toy.’
The best man arrived; he saw the bride, he whispered in her studded ear
She banged the table with her fist, there was no doubt we all could hear.,,
"The ‘bast*** I am sick of him, and you are the one to blame
You should have stopped him getting drunk, god why did I take his name?
Get the kids off the floor, get that car out of the tank of fish?
When their father gets here, get them to bring the Chop Suey wedding dish…"
The groom arrived looking abashed, his tie slung over his shoulder
“Get these bloody kids controlled or they’ll not get very much older.”
The bride jumped up and raised her dress, not only her garter did we see
She raised her dainty black jack boot, and kicked him in the knee…
"They are your bloody kids you know, and if you don’t control them soon
I’m telling you right now- we are not going on our honeymoon."
By this time all of us began to thank, the waiters for finding us a seat
They had not been wrong when they told us, we were in for a wonderful treat...
A True Story
© ~GG~ 20/11/2012
Into the forest, I find myself... lost.
But then I catch a glimpse of something small... just my imagination.
I put my face in my hands and then I hear something... I'm alone.
I get up, start walking, no path in sight... lost.
Then I see something small peek from around a strange tree... Imagination.
I look closer and realize that it is not just one, but two trees, One dark, and one light... Found.
I now see exactly what has been following me or leading me... not an illusion.
The trees grew so close together that they have almost become one... Not alone.
The creature jumped up and into the center of the twisted couple... Purpose.
This was not just a couple of ordinary trees. This was a place where energy was focused. A place you can only find if you let everything go, including yourself. One oak tree, one birch, twisted but not hindering. Leaning and holding. Lifting and nurturing.
Truly a beautiful sight. So, I sit. I breathe. I'm Home.
Hickory, dickory, dock.
Jerry the mouse ran up the clock
Tom smelled him from afar
Jumped up on top like a star.
Jerry as always was quite wise.
And with a rod struck Tom’s eyes.
The cat fell nastily on the clock
And received a decisive knock.
But alas the clock fell to the ground.
Mammy Two Shoes with a broom chased Tom around.
Jerry slinked into the kitchen for cheese
Cheddar, mozzarella, stilton and more of these.
But Mammy Two Shoes mad at Tom’s disaster fling,
With a broom chased him to make him sing.
Then threw him in the garden quite dark,
Let Spike bully dog ran after him with a bark.
14 March 20211
Nursery Rhyme 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
With apologies to Agatha Christie's
for use of her great detective book
Hickory, Dickory Dock.
A dog of mine
Once I had a dog a rescue one
the first week she was shy and scared of the outside
After that, she was prancing about like she owned the house
tyrannizing other dogs on the road.
She had her bed in the hall but didn’t like that
when she was sure I was asleep, she jumped up on the sofa
If I got up at night, she hurried back to her blanket
pretending to be asleep, but her ears betrayed her.
One day I noticed a daft from the kitchen door, not a good
a place for a dog.
I moved her blanket, a thick woolly one, to the sofa
She looked surprised like she had not been there before.
For the next thirteen happy years, the sofa was her bed.
Form:
It was her kitchen, her family, and my newly-married man, and I aimed to please her by properly being fed.
With a smile and a swish, “We have butterscotch pudding pie for dessert!” My brand spanking new mother-in-law said.
Her excitement had no knowledge of the instant memory of horribleness that leaped instantly to my own quickly confused head.
I tried to take an invisible pretend bite while the family all watched, eagerly waiting but my traitorous mouth played dead.
Tears filled my eyes, as I was unnaturally smothered with the sad, angry hurt of my long-ago favorite butterscotch pie.
The feelings came so damned fast, I could not stop them at all or even slow them down, and they surrounded me, and made me cry.
When I was eleven, my family of origin was in the kitchen, laughing, and playing, and goofing around.
When the phone rang, I was asked to get it, because it was wire-attached to the wall, and I was the closest to the retched sound.
I had never heard my mother wail or keen until that day, certainly never heard her yell, “DICK!” or fall without any game to play.
Our big Dad jumped up faster than we had ever seen, grabbed rag-doll Mom before she hit the kitchen counter in a not so great way.
We all turned pure white, which was odd because we were usually pink. Fascinated, yet, hungry, I took my first bite, and heard the words “Mom is dead, and Dad’s dead too.”
We kids started shaking, sad and scared. Grandma and Grandpa were our king and queen. When things calmed down in a second or two that damned butterscotch pie tasted like glue.
Everyone wailed wild-eyed, faces red. The cousins came, and we huddled together and cried and screamed how great it was sob, sob, that they both went to heaven.
Yes, I know that was many years ago but when my feelings took my body over loud and clear, they clamped my mouth tightly shut, because I was back to 11.
We had a row, I ran from the car, I knew he would not follow me.
I ran into the woods opposite, that was where, I had my favourite tree.
I had never been to my tree before, in the dark before this
Just in the daylight time and enjoyed many a stolen kiss.
I almost lost my way in the woods; the noises were getting to me
Is he following? No, he is in the car and not looking towards our tree.
I sink down, I have found my tree at last, my very own secret tree
I tell it my problems and wishes, and I know it understands me.
The car has left, he has driven off, and the lights from my view are gone
I don’t really care I hate him right now, I wish we had never promised to be one.
I am lost in telling my thoughts to my tree, when I feel a hand upon my shoulder
Oh, he has come, I relax I try to touch his hand and I feel he is getting bolder.
I do love him really, I realise as I reach to touch him so soft,
But there is no hand when I touch it, and a smell begins to waft
I jumped up and looked at my favourite tree
A smell of decay began to swirl around me.
Its branches wrapped me in a hug, until my tree enveloped me
‘I’ve watched you before at my feet.’ A strange voice sounded from the tree.
‘You use me, talk to me, and ask me to put your own world to right,
So be happy my love tonight this is our special night.’
‘Tonight you have come and poured out your heart
So now, to me you belong, and we will never ever part.’
I became part of my tree, its branches I now filled
He told me he had put my world right, my wishes he had fulfilled.
The car has returned with more people in it
Backwards and forwards searching, all with torches lit.
They search for me calling my name, and to my tree they do come
I can see them, but they do not see me, for part of the tree I have become.
The smell of decay after all these years is now sweet to my own sense of smell
Two lovers fight, she leaves her lover there at my feet, on his own in misery to dwell.
He sits at my feet and tells me all his wishes and of all of his many woes
I will be patient for the time will come; he will be mine this much I know.
A Couple Of Nags
A couple of fellows who weren't very bright
Got terribly drunk in the pub one night
It gave them a bit of a shock of course
When in a drunk bet... They each won a horse
With just enough money for chips and some haddock
They couldn't afford the price of a paddock
Bob said we'll rent a small field for a start
But how would we then tell our horses apart?
Ted slurred his words and burped when he said
Couldn't we paint a white stripe on one's head
Bob said we're too skint to buy us some fags
So we can't afford paint for marking our nags
We could tie a pink bow onto one of their tails
Scratch names on their flanks with a couple of nails
Or if you're not liking the sound of all that
Could we make one of them wear a straw hat?
Bob simply belched before he then said
We need to do something much cheaper instead
We can't afford ribbon or a silly straw hat
Did you think me too drunk to have thought about that?
Well we need to do something before we get old
Or before we end up stone dead from the cold
But then Bob jumped up and he started to gloat
I've sussed it he boasted, just give one your coat
Not likely said Ted, the thought makes me chilly
So frankly, he burped, you're idea is silly
Next you'll suggest that we smear one with jelly
Or maybe we ought to make one wear a welly
The two of them sat there, each scratching his head
Then Bob had a brainwave and here's what he said
We really must get this decided tonight
So you have the black horse, and I'll have the white.
Dance tonightl at the all girls Catholic high school.
Come on join us tonight, we are all looking cool,
New leather saddle shoes, bright, white ankle socks.
Hair high in a pony tails with satin ribbons, we were ready to rock.
Jackie's pink Angora sweater, soft as a baby kitten.
How she longed for Tommy across the dance floor, with whom she so was deeply smitten!
The nuns were on the sidelines to be sure nobody did not dance too close.
The music began and all hearts to the ceiling, mightily rose.
Tommy was coming toward her, his cheeks all blushing, a gorgeous shade of rose.
Jackie jumped up in that twirly gray poodle skirt, heart pounding like a gigantic firehouse.
The gym was not dark or romantic in anyway.
After all, the priests and nuns were there to be sure their bodies, did not close-
in any sensous way.
"In the Still of the Night," by the Satins, was the love song of the night.
"Hound Dog" by Elvis, put the nuns into a state of religious fright.
The boys were perfect gentlemen and oh,so sugar sweet.
The girls found them delightful, more than the best filled, confectionary treat.
All too soon,this dashing dance evening did end...
Some went home with parents, but the luckier girls went in '56 Chevy Bel-Air ragtops, a most popular trend.
March 9, 2020
Kim Rodrigues Dance Contest DWM
~ Placed Second ~
Thank you, Kim!
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That irreplaceable new car smell
Not known for many years
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
I'm driving a brand new jalopy
With all the bells and whistles
My mood is feeling really free
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Musta died and gone upstairs
Slapped myself, yup I'm awake
Sitting in my underwear
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Jumped up at the stroke of six
Forgot my knickers so here I sit
I'm now in a terrible fix
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
People start to gather around
To know if I like my new jalopy
Hope they don't look down
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Drove off with a confident air
Enjoying my moment of ecstasy
Wind messing up my hair
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
Moments like these are rare
So very few times in a lifetime
Noticing all the stares
Instead of a clunck it's a clanck
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That oh so yummy new car smell
Missed it for too many years
Betty and Johnny, who were seven and eight,
lived close to the zoo, very near the front gate.
They visited often, with their mom and their dad,
and always told Gran about the fun that they had.
One day as the wind blew through the Crumpledink trees'
tickling the crinkly bright yellow leaves.
Johnny and Betty decided to play,
out on the porch, where they'd stay there all day.
They opened the door, but to their surprise,
a blue fuzzy creature, smallish in size,
jumped up from the chair and stretched out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you my friend," his words rather bland.
"Who are you?" said Betty with a sheepish grin
as she held out her hand and his fur touched her skin.
"I am what I am, and my name is that too,
I'm a Grrreeble," he said, "and I live at the zoo."
"Then what are you doing here at our house?"
asked Johnny, his voice squeaked like a mouse.
"I saw you at the zoo in the star gazing dome.
You seemed so nice, I followed you home."
"But you can't stay here," Johnny croaked like a frog, "So,
back to the zoo, to the zoo you must go!"
Betty looked at the Grrreeble and said, "This may be hard..,
You know mom said we can't leave the yard."
But Betty, Oh Betty, what will we do,
How will we get Grrreeble, back to the zoo?
The Grrreeble just sat, head in his hands
"Johnny, I think that you don't understand."
Then he said, "I don't wish to go back to the zoo,
I like it here, I'll stay here with you."
Betty looked at Johnny and giggled with glee,
"Can we keep him? I want him to stay here with me."
"No", Johnny said, "No we can't, no, No, NO!
as soon as he can, to the zoo he must go!"
Johnny looked at the Grrreeble and said with a sigh,
"We really do like you, but we must say goodbye."
So they played for a little
games like frosty fooks frittle
with bright red hats and dressum up clothes
and loud frustal whistles, you blow through your nose.
Then later that morning after eating their brunch
they made him a sandwich, dinklebutter and jelly, to take for his lunch,
and turning away Grrreeble said, with tears in his eyes,
"Thanks, it's been fun, to play with you guys."
Now often they visit their friend at the zoo
with a dinklebutter sandwich, they hope you'll come too.
9/17/2015