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Charley Lou is a mouse who is totally hip
At age thirteen, she thinks she has a grip.
She wears plaid skirts that flip at her hip
A pro at giving truant officers the slip.
I have it on authority from a likely source,
Charley Lou’s high-top shoes are from Chicago of course
Dangling in her ears are clip gears from her cousin Boris.
She wears Scottish plaid skirts from a Celtic source.
The teenage mice sometimes give Charley Lou the eye.
She is dangerous though, says my cousin Bri.
We know she is crafty, conniving and sly.
She lured one guy into a trap that made him die.
What kind of a trap? We asked, horrified.
I hoped the gossip had been outrageously glorified.
No one could attest that the rumor was one bit true.
Just one of many stories about sassy Charley Lou.
Loosing (lou sing) the damn rumors...
Torpedo style full speed ahead
keeping me in suspense,
what salacious gossip
gets browned, buttered, rolled
down the alley and bred
into unsavory tidbits,
these souffled ears dread
to hear hard boiled morsels
poached, scrambled, whipped
donning barren falsehoods
zeitgeist spouting dunderhead
trumpeting hex pence heave
signature border wall
inside this weatherbeaten egghead
sponge bobbing squarepants,
whereby passers by some with fathead
steer clear avoiding your truly
wobbly, and zany fountainhead
even atlas shrugged his shoulders
in repugnance at mine R.E.M. bored
heavy slimy algal filled
legally tendered greenhead
thank dog - me noggin
rock solid hardhead
able to withstand falsehoods
pitting this uber capital one
tindered linkedin lyfted loggerhead
with silent springing
black barbs snubbed from lunkhead
argh, those cruel verbal slings
fired weapons courtesy
mass destruction multiwarhead
lobbed, rocket propelled, tear gassed
glancing off cratered moon faced pate
said vicious unfounded nailhead
sharp hearsay twittering
with wingspan outspread
pterodactyl by bajillion miles exceeded
size of Sheepshead
Bay, I knew best to tread
softly, and carry big stick
admonished by Teddy Roosevelt
in conjunction with unifying thread
primarily on issues
in mathematics and logic
advanced by Alfred North Whitehead,
hence we must find another
place to escape widespread
senior citizens acting juvenile,
maybe a place gravely wrested
or willingly conceded
from grateful dead.
Sheila wants to go to Europe, her man, Lou is thinking Mexico.
Just go, said their teenage son, pack up and go! Go! Go!
You would have to come, they argued, but he has a job.
I’ll stay with him said Gram, who was fond of her grandson Rob.
Sheila and Lou hit the road, it was a smooth, happy start.
They traveled through the Midwest, each with a loving heart.
Formidable five-wheeler was packed with the supplies for a week.
They were like teenagers again, on bit of a honeymoon streak.
They went through Mississippi in the middle of the night
Traveled to Georgia, where they saw many an amazing sight
Wandered down to Florida and spied a large gator cross the road.
Oh, this gives me the creeps said Sheila, now in mama mode.
Let’s try Route 66 said Lou, so they turned that bus around.
Traveled through the Midwest, their eyes on boring ground.
When they hit Wyoming, they were cheering at bison who roam.
I cannot wait to get home, said Sheila, so I can write this in a poem.
Shirley Lou McDying was obnoxious and loathsome.
Please let me add despicable, irritating and spiteful.
There was frankly nothing delightful.
But we co-workers resisted using terms that sing.
because she was new, so we gave her a few thousand chances.
But she was a back-biting, evil, mean-spirited thing.
We discussed her evilness and her jealous strife,
Until the boss made his little announcement
that Shirley Lou was going to become his wife.
It is weird how fast we tried desperately to
find at least one thing likeable about Miss McDying.
An impossible task, but he had given us impossible
tasks before, so we kept trying.
Once upon a time, in a garden where butterflies dwell
there was a caterpillar named Lou
The other caterpillars would tease him every day
Because, er, Lou looked like, bird pooh!
All of them called him Lou the pooh
And this would make him mad
He had many a fight on the milkweed plant
Lou was just so sad
Like the others Lou had a huge appetite
He was an eating machine
In a couple weeks Lou was bigger than he'd ever been
Then one day Lou lost his appetite
He crept to the underside of a leaf
And their he clung, until the time was right
Lou had become a chrysalis
And would soon become a butterfly
Then one sunny morning Lou broke free
from his cocoon, and he was a beauty
His wings were lavender, with dots of red
Lou took off into the air, with his wings spread
He floated with elegant ease on a gentle spring breeze
He was so happy as he visited each flower
And in the garden he spent many happy hours.
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2/11/17
Vibrant vigorous vexing virginal vampire name of Amanda Lou
Could transmogrify, materialize, reincarnate and shapeshift too.
Other trick-or-treaters would get a shimmery, shivery, shocking shock
When she changed from a vamp to an imp to a fairy on one block walk.
A charmer, this darling girl named Amanda Lou, so she enchanted them.
Changing from ghoul to ghost to witch to Frankenstein again and again.
She was incredibly peppy, hilarious, and fun to be with on Halloween.
Mothers stayed home, and let her walk their children finally, her best dream.
No one bothered kids when Amanda Lou was on babysitting watch of the wee.
Bats, snakes and enemies of state were scared of her power you see.
The quintessential guardian for all of the tricksters on Halloween night.
When she walks with them, you can actually feel a perpetrator’s fright.
As a giant spider she once ate one perp’s head off and spit it into a ditch.
Turned into a cauldron and burned up a mean-to-children-gingerbread witch.
Amanda Lou is not to be messed with, made fun of or annoyed in any way.
Want to tease children? Better pick another vampire, another day.
we ate at a fancy restaurant tonight – me and daughter Lou.
I knew my order before arriving, but Lou reads the menu.
Freddy, our waiter, came back several times but she was not ready.
I had not eaten since seven a.m. I was shaky, sleep-deprived, unsteady.
Lou was torn between a crab dish that looked awful, soupy and such.
and a shrimp plate that anyone would love to eat, and I do very much.
Another waiter came by and recommended the soupy mess.
In a loud way, I pretended to wretch, I have to reluctantly confess.
Lou took one bite of the foul-tasting muck, and pushed the crab dish aside.
Ending up sending it back, ordering the shrimp dish, with potatoes inside.
At her house she fixed us cherry chunk yogurt with heavy chocolate cake.
I loved every single bit of it, glad I did not order that crab soup mistake.
Naïve Lou
has no clue
about boys
and their toys.
She feels sure
she can lure
Cal away
ANY day
from old cars,
gaming wars,
casinos.
She just knows
he’ll prefer
time with her!
Lou’s his gal.
Clueless Cal
thinks she’ll be
frequently
there for him—
at his whim.
Facebook time
will decline.
Girls’ nights out
will, no doubt,
not be ceased,
but decreased!
*******
Should they wed
or instead
say “Good-bye”
with a sigh?
******
Well, these two
said, “I do”
years ago.
Blessings flow.
Compromise
shows how wise
they have grown.
Each has shown
due respect,
no neglect.
40 lines
September 8, 2020
entered in the Threes, Please Poetry Contest placed 2nd
Sponsor: Beth Evans
October 1, 2020
entered in the Completely Your Choice (20) Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Anna Lou Bagolbol
Often times she suffers the consequences,
Not to be with us in times of sadness,
Her sole problems are kept in the darkness,
She never tells us even if it is quite obvious.
She is quite impressive,
She's so creative, sometimes naive;
Always smiles to everybody,
Never frowns even if her problems are so heavy.
Optimistic always in life,
Dreams a lot about her paradise,
Her dream family, What she's like,
To be a mother and a loving wife.
She doesn't get mad,
Instead other impressions of them makes them so bad,
She doesn't really like to fight,
But she can be a fighter with her mighty armor just like a knight.
She may be tackles sometimes,
But she's nice like her existence,
She might be so cuddly,
Beautiful, lovely, so pretty.
She hops while she's walking,
That's a part of her poise and attitude,
She dances when she's standing,
And speaks with her mouth wide open.
Form:
Lou, queen of the witches was astounded when
She was awakened by the lull of an October wind
The elves and faeries had worked on a gorgeous gown
Come on down! They giggled. “Come on down!”
It was a wonderful ensemble complete with purple hat.
My favorite colors! She told them, delighted as her cat.
They had brought M and M kibble for her kitty, Girl.
She put on the gown and gave a happy joyful twirl.
How nice of you! She told them, you deserved a treat.
In the kitchen she gave them some sweets to eat.
They could not stop grinning, feeling respected by Lou.
You are now my dressmakers, she said. No one else will do.