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Why did mares eat oats?
Mares ate goats!
And did does eat oats?
Nah! Dose oats never don' be eaten!
And how did little lambs eat ivy?
Little lambsy divy is what it is!
Just like Louie didn't Lou-eye,
Neither did Big Birds Cry
Nor did Fools Fall in Love - Y?
MCA, where it's NO FUN to stay
at the Hotel California
where they been whinin'
since 1969 when the Miracle Mets
Svoboda'd the tar out of those Crybaby Cubs...
...And Ron Santa proved clawless
just as Deutchland, uber alles
turned into a pumpkin
like Cinderelly's coach at the palace
of the Ho-ho-ho Green Giant!
He of the beanstalk so pliant and
The red, red robin went
Bop-bop-boppin' along on...
...That starry, starry, night
With that palette painted blue and gray
Air-brushed image of Rock Hudson and Doris Day,
Preceded by the Jack Benny show, Rochester, and Dennis Day,
Reminding me of Bill Dana - Jiminez Jose's
Star-Spangled Blither-Banner:
Jose, can you see by Dawn's Early Lite
Beer: Tastes Great...Less Fillling...
Tastes Great! Less FILLING!
TASTES GREAT! LESS FILLING!...
Tell her, 'Barkis is willing,'
ala Dickensian rhyme:
The answer my friend
Is blowin' til the end of
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme,
Echoed the Zounds of Zilence.
April 29, 2018 -- The Day the Muse Kicked Clyde
A close relative was talked into getting a pet once because he was a newlywed, and a sensitive guy, and he wanted to please his bride. She talked him into getting a cat. Within a year, he and his cat, Fat Louie, were inseparable. She had her own cat, Princess Lil, but was not as attached as he became. She had lots of pets, treated them like cans of milk, not like family.
A year after he got talked into Fat Louie, this young couple received some great news. They were getting a human baby to love and pet, so she decided he needed to get rid of both cats. Please bear in mind, she had no familial feelings toward Princess Lil, but he considered Fat Louie his best friend, and a family member. Fat Louie followed him everywhere, and parked his fat butt on his lap every second he was in the house.
So this sensitive guy, who had to be talked into loving a pet in the first place, who felt like King Louie was a part of his family, had to take his one and only pet to an adoption center. Sort of sad, but wait. It gets worse.
Fat Louise escaped within two days and made it back home.
It nearly killed this super-sensitive sweet guy to give King Louie up a second time.
They have several children now, and none of them have a pet. I wonder where she will take them if she gets tired of them?
'TWAS 4PM yesterday, my daughter called and shouted.
"Did you feel the earthquake, Mom?"
Oddly, I did not, though we live near each other.
Last night there were forty aftershocks.
I felt so cheated somehow and I pouted.
Life must need a spark when a earthquake you must feel!
Perhaps become a man, like Caitlyn Jenner, would be more fun.
Wear lovely dresses and my hair in a man-bun?
Oops, cannot do that either?
The Woke-Parol demanded I may not call it that!!
I have the perfect answer.. Binary-Bun!!
Perfect for summer, as I race for Governor of California.
As my faithful followers, cheer me on!
In this most auspicious, political race.
Come on down, if you can you keep pace!!
7/9/2021
Caitlyn Jenner...running to unseat Gavin Newsom,
Known as "Lockdown Louie!"
I sing a song of three.
There’s Larry, Curly, Moe;
the Ego and the Id
and the Super Ego.
Three Kings of the Orient
are known as three wise men.
Showing up at Christmas too
in song are three French hens.
Rock, paper, scissors -
three gestures with the hand;
tricycles; three-legged races -
things of kiddie land.
Three little kittens; three blind mice;
three were the billy goats gruff.
three bags of wool; three little pigs;
three bears for Goldilocks were more than enough.
Being three sheets to the wind
won’t be very good
if a 3-ring circus
becomes your neighborhood.
But three are the Amigos
and three the Muskateers.
Charlie had three Angels -
they were TV dears!
Huey, Dewey, Louie;
Kirk, Spock and McCoy;
Peter, Paul, and Mary
I sure did enjoy!
Three were Cream, ZZ Top,
Rush and Motorhead,
Diana Ross with her Supremes
(but not the Grateful Dead).
Three’s Company, but three’s a crowd!
Three strikes you’re out: a yard’s three feet.
Three-piece suits and Hanson Brothers.
Girls think those are sweet!
Ice cream Neapolitan
comes in flavors three.
So does three-cheese pizza
or a sandwich BLT.
Three-leaf clovers do abound
though luckier are four.
Yellow, red and blue when mixed
make three colors more.
Three things evil not to do
are to hear, to speak and see.
Holy is the number three
when it’s the Trinity.
Splendid are the trilogies
like Lord of the Rings.
Clearly you can see by now,
in threes there come good things.
Feb. 13, 2021
For the 3 Poetry Contest of Anthony Biaanco
Now for L Milton Hankins' YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2 Poetry Contest
Written By: D. Collins 6/20/19
By starving the people, we're hoping they will revolt.
But, that may not come to be the end result.
Those same people may see us from a different view.
Through the eyes of malice by us appeasing the Jews.
We went even further in draining all of their blood.
Sanctioning any country that tried to show them love.
It is downright cruel to starve the whole of a people.
Killing economies for no good rhyme or reason.
What if all sanctioned countries started teaming up?
With something in common for coming after us.
To starve the whole of a people just ain't right.
Go after the players, not all human life.
If we play this game it may have the opposite effect.
As that of Louie the 14th and Marie Antoinette.
If sanctions don't work should we "obliterate" them?
All on the word of toupee wearing white men?
When sirens thrash, no longer calm the sea -
bulging eyes from every sailor on the ship.
Bye-bye lullaby song, where swagger’s carefree.
Even a well-seasoned captain loses his grip.
There’s boundless beauty in the courtship -
crashing waves, sublime figure-eight sensuality.
Still, seamen should know - there’ll be no round trip.
When sirens thrash, no longer calm the sea.
Voices bellow from the gorgeous debris,
“Like rum to you, matie, come and sip.
Swim into this chalice, take a look-see.”
Bulging eyes from every sailor on the ship.
When knowing one’s name, could make him slip,
merely a lad of seventeen, “Climb down, Louie.”
The sirens entice the boy to partake in a dip.
Bye-bye, the lullaby song, where swagger’s carefree.
As the whirlpool mesmerizes, what is reality?
“It’s been a long time, you’ve had a gal, Skip.
Surely you can see the blue eyes of Hawaii?”
Even a well-seasoned captain loses his grip.
A fool believes they’ll get off scot free -
more creatures join in, stern like a head sea.
Vessel’s bones, its foundation, crack like a whip.
‘tis only legend…except, experience is beastly
when sirens thrash.
6/15/2022
A RONDEAU REDOUBLE POEM
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Used RhymeZone
Once upon a time in a far away land lived
a shy and awkward girl named Amelia.
She only had one friend by the name of
Louis.
He was a descendant of fairies. His great,
great,great grandparents were flood blooded
fairies. They had magical powers and they
had beautiful wings and they could fly real
high in the sky. Louis and Amelia got along
really well because they both were shy and
awkward.
Amelia wanted to meet and fall in love
with a handsome Prince. She was unaware
that her best friend Louis thought she
was beautiful and secretly in love with her.
“ Hi Louie how are you doing today?”
Louis looked at Amelia all googly eyed
and said” I'm good Amelia. What do you
want to do today?”
“Let's go to the river and have a swim?”
“Ok, I would follow you anywhere."
And all of a sudden Amelia knew she had
met her Prince and he was her best friend
Louis.
But how in the world could she tell Louie
of all people how she felt.
Then all of a sudden she looked at
Louis and saw that he had changed
right before eyes .
He was glowing and he had grew wings.
“ Louis I thought you said that fairy thing
had skipped you?”
“ I thought it had, I'm just as surprised
as you are. Amelia I'm gonna be able to
fly and do cool things. When I learn how
all this stuff works. Will you come fly with
me?”
“Of course I will silly, I will fly with you
anywhere.”
And in that moment he knew that Amelia felt
the same way he did. And they lived happily
ever after .
The End
1-26-19
Contest: A Children's Fairy Tale
Sponsor: Eve Roper
The cold pavement is hostage to anguish and blues
filled with dealers, pimps, and guys like Louie the Bum
who hustles dimes and quarters from drivers
hoping the traffic light stays green
so they can pass beyond the railroad trestle
that crosses above the road
It separates the depth of their fears
from desperate people
who languish in an atmosphere of miserable, gloomy grief
with empty eyes focused on nothing
but days and nights in a sideshow dressed as confusion
Where they wander the cracked sidewalks
lined with bars and empty buildings, soaked in broken glass
where scattered garbage is blown around like tumbleweeds
crossing the pavement of the damned, who linger on the edge of life
hanging onto each breath of lament
searching for something without a description
weighed down by their decomposing soul
that begins to peel away their last vestige of humanity
leaving nothing but ground-up up fragile memories
of what could have been
Lively little Linda, lost love of long ago,
Willingly wandered west with wild Wanda Wilson
Traipsing twice from Tennessee to Tyler Texas
Then to Tucumcari, Tucson, and Tonopah.
Likely larks lured to Lilly’s Lovely Ladies’ Lounge
Hardly having hazards hover their honest heads,
Both babes badly beaten on broken brothel beds
Rescued by rowdy, robust, roving Romeos.
Fleeing, flush-faced, from flashy, fickle first page fame
Heading for home, heartily hoping for healing
Daily devoted to drive Denver to Dover
Wayne waited for Wanda; Louie longed for Linda.
Passionate peaceful pals purposed no purpled past,
Welcoming Wanda and Linda to love at last.
I am forming my own wild sports team Grandma said.
We all wondered what in the atmosphere she had in her head.
Racquetball? Hockey? Wrestling? Softball or what?
Not sure yet, she said, but you may make the cut.
What talent would we have to do? Do we have to dance?
I am thinking of something sporty you might see in France.
Croissant maker? Latte’ foamer? We wanted to know.
I will figure it out she told us before the first snow.
We were thinking skiing or jumping out of a plane.
She told us it would be nothing at all that tame.
Our grandma is a hoot, a holler a scream and a kick.
You have to have a sense of humor she said to Uncle Rick.
We knew he did not have one, so he was out.
I know what it is! Cousin Louie said with a shout.
We’re going to be on the first noodle-making USA team.
This made grandma mad, and her nose started to steam.