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Simple Simon
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Woke up fresh as the day began,
Busy cooking, his wife named Anne,
Made his breakfast in a saucepan,
Enjoyed eating his plate of flan,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Filled with it and a bit more than,
Kissed his wife as the best he can,
Came a knock was cousin Tristan,
Kissed her again before he ran,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Walking with his fellow kinsman,
Who was a bit like a Tarzan,
He says, "We'll do as we did plan",
Simon says, "Yes, buy us a van",
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
His cousin be an anchorman,
Does things like some sort of game plan,
Says he will talk to the salesman,
Interviews him like a newsman,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Let him run the show as one-man,
Naught be a common businessman,
Just glad to be a middleman,
As Tristan drew the masterplan
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Waiting ate a bowl of pecan,
Tossed all the shells in a trash can,
Tristan smiled, "Got the minivan",
"And at a price that cost less than",
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Twas showroom new, in black and tan,
Best terms on the installment plan,
Signed, gift his full attention span,
While at the station, thanked Tristan,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Drove on home to show his wife Anne,
Who had a guest her friend, Roxanne,
Amused they were with the new van,
The cost, the look, in black and tan,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman,
Took wife Anne and her friend Roxanne,
Proud just been a little more than,
Wide-eyed no call by the sandman,
Off from work with Anne and their van,
Simple Simon the blessed pieman.
2020 March 03
*HM*
STRAND CHOICE C,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2020 March 11
[To the tune of Superstar from the musical Jesus Christ, Superstar]
All you drivers, listen up! You need a new plan.
Driving down the highway, you gotta use both hands.
Tweeting on your iPhone in your minivan.
Gotta lose that Starbucks now, ‘cuz your Venti ain’t grand.
Trying to eat a bowl of chili? What in tarnation?
Gotta have a better plan to reach your destination.
(Put the burger down) Put the burger down
Don’t you clown around) Don’t you clown around
(Or you’re going down) Or you’re going down
(Gonna crash in town) Gonna crash in town
(So what can I eat?) So what can I eat?
(Don’t wanna mess the seat) Don’t wanna mess the seat
(Don’t wanna use my knees) Don’t wanna use my knees
(Oh, can you help me, please?) Oh, can you help me, please?
[CHOIR]
Cheese is nice, don’t think twice
It comes in strings, so that’s good advice
Cheese is nice, fairly priced
Still got one hand for your comms device
Cheese is nice, in the car
Chili? A spoon? Man, that is bizarre!
Cheese is nice, in the car
Hands on the wheel and you will go far
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to the tune of Superstar
from the musical Jesus Christ, Superstar
written on 03/13/2022
The College Caravan
Last night we loaded the minivan with her
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chest of plastic drawers
stuffed with clothing, toiletries, school supplies, and posters.
While our vehicle is tightly packed, her room stands hollow;
drained of stuff and spirit, except for the furniture she left behind
like the last icicle melting unnoticed in the spring thaw.
Morning’s excitement, today’s foreseen guest, found her passkey
so early, she displaced the alarm clock, announcing her presence.
On the verge of adventure, our cramped van vacates the driveway,
eager to meet the other jammed vehicles joining our journey.
Sporadic chatter splinters moments of spurned monotony,
spanning the miles amassing in our rearview mirror until …
A hatchback hauling a heavy load leads our line exiting for the rest
stop, where the parking lot hosts vehicle after vehicle stuffed with
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, and chests of plastic drawers …
Our re-entry acceleration runs smoothly, courtesy of a
clamshell-covered car graciously slowing to permit our advance.
From sedans to SUV’s, the right lane is flush with fenders and
families, forming a cohesive chain whose links approach “The Exit”
signaling for the deceleration lane. The college caravan, flowing
onto the exit ramp and through the green light, turns and winds
along Main Street. As the minivans, hatchbacks, clamshell-covered
cars, and SUV’s pour onto college campus USA, they’re carrying
suitcases, Rubbermaid vats, chests of plastic drawers,
and, of course, the proud, nervous parents …
escorting the Freshman Class of 2018!
E. V. Wyler
When I was young we had a station wagon and we never gave our parents flak
when, before safety regulations came along, they let us ride in the way back.
On any trip, when it came to my sister and me…the way back is where you’d find us.
Laughing together as we played games, fought and waved at cars behind us.
The way back was the most fun part of the car and if you need more proof:
We’d roll into each other around the corners
and on big bumps…our heads would hit the roof!
In the way back we pretended not to hear when Dad yelled,
“Kids…stop your fighting…don’t make me stop this car…I don’t want to hear a peep!”
In the way back on long trips it was easy to fall asleep.
The way back was built for imagining…all we had to do was close our eyes
and the way back became a fort, a jungle or a princess’s castle in the sky.
From the way back as we battled dragons or pirates on the seven seas
we thought we were just having fun…we never realized we were making memories.
But that’s exactly what we were doing…in the way back…don’t you see
before the station wagon was replaced by the minivan and SUV.
Oh, my children and grandchildren, strapped in seatbelts,
still imagined…still closed their eyes…
as their seats became forts or jungles or a princess castle in the sky.
And on long trips after all that imagining sometimes they’d fall asleep
and they still pretended not to hear me when I yelled,
“Kids…stop your fighting…don’t make me stop this car…I don’t want to hear a peep!”
But it’s not the same as it was for me…
for whatever story their imagination chooses…
The magic of their ride comes without the bumps or bruises.
That’s probably why as I watched my children and grandchildren grow up
In the car…as they played…then fought…then played again…
I’d smile…remembering when I was their age
in the way back…
way back when.
4/8/17
Across the land
There was a man
Whose journey had just began
And due to a decision that was bad
He lost all that he ever had
While feeling his most prized plan
Slip through the palm of his hand
Faster than sand
He was briefly sad and mad
But then became glad
When he was able to understand
What was done wrong, and how he can
Reach the goal and help his clan
It wouldn't take a couple hundred grand
Or to be sponsored by a well known brand
Nearby a dam
His skills and knowledge started to expand
While starting to scan the entire span
Many insects scrammed
As well as a ram and a lamb
Above a stream filled with crab and clam
Far away parked in a lot was a sedan
And minivan
Nearby you could see an area full of water where many people swam
Whether they jumped in, walked or ran
Traffic jams
And braked being tapped or slammed
People only out to scam
With shams
Some content looking for gems and gold with or without a pan
And others only concerned with glam
Or famous people's and their own instagram
By:Dalton Ogletree
Baby birds tweet as their long skinny necks stretch towards blind faith. Somewhat frantically; newly born; next to dead; fragile existence; protected with life. Regurgitation from the same embodied mouth that an egg came from. Hidden from the world in a tree of life and chosen by the universe, without choice. Bound by instinct, life's purpose is to live. Feather light with a solid frame; wings for flight flap for unexplainable reason…; decomposers prey on the dead. Predators’ gifted with unmatched naked eye site; take life. Meaningless meanings that explanation is interrogated by; comparing this ability to fly with freedom. Arguing its merits as well; baby birds incubated from eggs rely on instinct…; unable to see with their eyelids stuck shut. Definitions define with answers…; created by a man. Facts become law. Acceptance leaves out the option of debate; born into this world with instincts and long necks…; only to rely on blind faith.
originally written in 2014 and edited today for contest
9-20-16
This is a news story stranger than any other.
It’s about a suicide attempt by a pregnant mother.
She wanted to kill herself and her three children.
The thirty-two year old drove her minivan into the ocean.
Hours before, the woman called her sister.
Police were warned about the mother’s strange behavior.
“Demons infest our house” is what the mother would say.
She took her three children and speedily drove away.
The event happened near the Florida town of Daytona Beach.
Fortunately, there were two brave men within their reach.
Just as the tide was carrying the floating vehicle away,
the men rushed in to rescue the family and save the day.
From a news story found on aol.com
There are places that I have got to go.
I’ve got my tunes cranked on the radio
Playing “Wild Thing” while the kids all sing along.
It may not be a “Magic Carpet Ride”
But it will comfortably seat eight inside.
Well, to heck with what the culture says, I am right where I belong…
I’m the epitome of the macho man!
Got my kids strapped into the mini-van.
All those soccer moms ain’t got a thing on me.
Got it in control. Going just as planned.
Me and my kids in the mini-van.
Gonna hit the park and then get some groceries.
Just a rebel on the open road, that’s me.
There are times we just want to explode.
Got a craving for that open road.
I guess rebellion’s in my bones and in my blood.
I got my “Good Vibrations” going on.
With the windows down it’s all “Fun, Fun, Fun”
And with the stroller and the diaper bag I just look like such a stud…
You can’t put the top down, but that’s all right by me.
I’m just glad to share the ride with my growing family.
I’ll never win a drag race but I don’t really mind.
It gets us where we’re going. We can leave our cares behind…
There are shallow fools that laugh and mock
But the kids all tell me, “Dad, you rock!”
As we carefully observe all the traffic rules.
It’s no motorbike, it’s no pickup truck.
Doesn’t make my ego run amok.
And we laugh at those who look down their nose for we know that we are cool…
Well, I got some news from the lovely wife.
Another little change in my “rebel” life.
Some might disagree, but I think it’s really neat.
So, I pack the kids up and strap them all in.
And we head on down the road again
To the retail store for the coming “one more”! We need a brand new baby seat…
I’m the epitome of the macho man!
Got my kids strapped into the mini-van.
All those soccer moms ain’t got a thing on me.
Got it in control. Going just as planned.
Me and my kids in the mini-van.
Gonna hit the park and then get some groceries.
Just a rebel on the open road, that’s me.
I used to be insane about decorating for Christmas, it was a breeze.
Santa, Mrs. Claus, Rudolph, Dasher and Dancer covered my house
Gingerbread bedding and toilet seats were blinking Christmas trees
had a Frosty the snowman light switch and a large nutcracker mouse.
One day an illness came to call, and I discovered how to live without.
I had to let some things slide, so Christmas decorating had to go.
Was not happy at first, had a huge fit and more than one big pout.
But being worn out has a way of changing priorities and so…..
I told my married daughters to swing by and take their pick.
One daughter refused to come, saying Christmas is not her thing.
But the other two filled up a minivan and pick-up truck real quick.
Christmas is in the heart, so the holiday still makes me want to sing.
But now I have a fiber optic blinking light Christmas tree I love.
She is not brought out merely on that week or even the month before.
She has been blinking in our living room for three years now.
A nightlight that reminds me daily of the Christ that I adore.
Three convenience store employees thought what they did was funny but I think it was cruel.
Those three people said that I won a thirty million dollar lottery and then yelled "April Fool".
They sold me a fake lottery ticket with the winning numbers.
They started laughing and said that a person couldn't be any dumber.
For a few minutes, they tricked me into thinking that I was a rich man.
I thought that I could drive a Rolls Royce and throw away my minivan.
When those idiots yelled "April Fool", all hell broke loose.
They thought it was funny and didn't expect such abuse.
I beat the hell out of all three of them and they made loud thuds when they fell.
I'm as poor as I ever was and now I will be spending the next year or two in jail.
I'm in a lot of trouble, I also broke some other things in addition to breaking the law.
When I repeatedly punched those convenience store clerks, I broke their ribs and jaws.
My obese mother-in-law just yelled "April Fool" after saying that she was going to pay my bail.
I just knocked her on her bloated butt so now I guess I'll be spending even more time in jail.