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Premium Member The Purranha

The missionary had a cat, which travelled in the hold
That missionary sat beside a lady with a cold
She had a pointed hat and sneezed when they were due to land
Her book of spells flipped open and then things got out of hand…

In the hold where creatures were returning to the wild
The beasts all got mixed up, and then a Tigerilla smiled
From his tank the ugly fish crash landed with a splat
And then he saw the open door and flipped and flopped to that

The fish flapped all around; his bid, to find the Amazon
But everywhere he looked he found the Amazon was gone
He couldn’t know the plane had landed elsewhere on its way
And when he found a water hole he said a quick, “Hooray”

The missionary’s cat said, “Wow, that pool’s a lucky find,
But watch out for the hippo with his really huge behind,
And also, what is lucky, is we haven't mixed together,
Like all those other creatures which are now as one forever.”

The ugly fish leapt in the pool, with just his head still out
He said, “I’m a piranha, I eat anything about.”
I guess, Dear reader, that I have no need to tell you that
What this fish had for dinner… was the missionary’s cat

There was a tremble in the ground, a sparkle in the air
And suddenly there was no cat and no piranha there
What there was was crazy, it had fins and it had fur
And anyone around would swear they heard the damned thing purr

So now we find another creature, mixed up by a spell
A creature that might just come crawling from your water well
Is it a fish, is it a cat and does it matter that
It’s a creature that might leave a shin bone on your mat

Of course, in science, every single thing must have a name
And Mister Missionary seemed to have no sense of shame
Maybe he was sidetracked as he nibbled a banana
But it was he that came up with a name for it… Purr-anha

So if you’re walking late one night and hear some tyres squeal
Is it a hedgehog in the road or something more surreal
But let me reassure you it wont be a cat with fins
And it wont be a fish that creeps up close to bite your shins

For this is the Purr-anha and the jungle is its home
Until it learns to fly a plane it isn’t free to roam
So in the jungle there’s a fish with claws and it seems tough
That we once thought a fish with razor teeth was bad enough
Form: Rhyme


Great Music

Gavotte Minuet:

Most of the night
we shared several
 moments together
most of the night
she and I together
the night doesn't end
until the morning comes
you know where
 I'm coming from
we danced to the wrong song

Sappy Sweet
love infused passon'd
styled with modern tones
with an Ole style
fashion
had us groovin around
acting like lovers
we discovered
what we discovered
there was times
when I was in doubt
I withdrew to be
suduced back into
wanting and needing
ooh-----------I say ooh!
ooh we-----------ooh-ooh ah ooh!
got me dancing
like I'm in love again

it aint you
maybe it's the song there playing
you know what I'm saying
got us dancing
grooving and moving
laid up in your arms
you all over me
ooh--- what else can it be
ostinato he said it again
talking about love
Baby we just freinds
a greater understanding here
think you know we love this song
rubbin you
you rubbin me
us together
everyone can see
something specail here
feel in love
from a love song

Come Back to Sorrentio
ave ah amore'
Come back to Sorentenio
ooh ye ah of Love

Excepts from the Album
"Slow Groove and the Right Woman"
Concept by: Format for Lovers
" We Sing for You"
Minimal sounds added to Orchestrated Music
Composed and Arranged and Conducted
by:Basso Continuo and
Mezzo " Cool" Mezzo of

Emphasis on atmosphere and mood:
Mood arranged by disapoinment
the lack of interest by:
Someone you Know
and thehe Unreherasted Music.
Due to Her wanting to be
with someone else.
Mister Barcarolle. you disappointed me
I thought you were cool
you Jive fool!
I still like your music
but "shut man- chill!"
For Real Dough appears courtsey of
Phatt Isha and the Groove Grinders
of Taztile Music Group
Chocometta Gamez and Tickle Tike
Sang on" Easy Piece" and "Perfect Day"
Whore Tour Movie sang on
" All Others" and bang the skinez
on "Tootie Too"
{Ya'll gonna love the Remix]
"Una furtiva lagrima"
sampled by and mixed by
Malo Phatt and Grinny Gal
of "ya'll Cute" Music Company
Songs By Us LLC
Right On Ya'll Music
Desert Disco
and Big Beats appears courtsey
of All Ya''ll Album Company LLC
Thanxs and Greet worked real hard ya'll
they worked real hard!
Form: Bio

Driving Thru Rat Race Maze

I ain't gonna brag, boast, blab...,
lest yours truly suffers demise from backstab,
resignedly taking wheel of our automobile
donning, (but NOT trumpeting) 
role as taxi cab

shuttling the missus, (she effusively glad)
to medical appointment
me, the obliging husband
in order for this mister former cad,
debt, now an ordinary dude dad,

who upon snaking, crab
like sighing, shimmying, scooching...
thru bumper to (rubber 
baby buggy) bumper drab
morning commute, which 

snail's pace spurred shoutout, via ab 
dom men null controlled app     
designed by A. Habb,
which homonym identical 
sound of descendent, sans faint jab,

asper fictitious Capt'n of Pequod 
at sea vis a vis 
if forced to snatch macadam landgrab
all the while aye spent gab
bing maintaining mindful outlook 

for aggressive drivers,
whose cold icy stare 
felt akin to painful jab
methought best not to "flip the bird"
subsequently get rushed

to emergency medical lab
avoided, cuz aye hapt tubby vigilant
for brazen drivers, plus additionally
keeping keen eye for police ready to nab
speed demons (mailer or female) even nawab

receiving citation for traffic infraction
and if repeat offender sent to rehab
with license revoked,
nonetheless a slight stab
of anxiety as appointment time elapsed

indicated by built in digital clock
no matter arriving after 7:45 am time
my de facto role as chauffeur,
the wife would disfrock,
but fortunately excuse, sans gridlock

did not necessitate need
us to return at later date, thus no knock
kin wind out figurative sails, hence
circumstance did not
find me laughingstock,

thus any consideration, asper myself
resorting to quaffing hemlock
unnecessary honorable sacrifice,
that versus engaging in lethal warlock
additionally compromising private uber
to give spouse coveted lyft.

Try mumbo jumbo chicken gumbo soup saith dumbo

Try mumbo jumbo chicken gumbo soup saith dumbo

Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within *****sapien zoo
presenting poetic hodge podge 
and mish mash to you
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally

custom designed invisible 
prison self made,
thus wishing to don persona
of such an éminence grise
as Jawaharlal Nehru,
and trumpet courteous helloo
before bidding kith and kin
and fellow humans permanent adieu.

When free and clear out of the blue
methinks I hear a voice 
calling me matt chew
which intones do
please try a healthy dose - Mister Fitzhugh,
a Louisiana creole speciality touted
as psychological cureall within Hangzhou
capital of Zhejiang 
sheng (province), China

where amidst bustling 
businesses as usual
happens to live animated cartoon
caricature, whose modesty peddling
holistic and homeopathic
(interestingly enough) Asian Jew,
who many neighboring residents
thought semitic rapscallion
long in the tooth occupant loo

duck criss cause he exhibited inhibition,
essentially said reprobate a coward, 
who didst udder moo
if you dear reader can bull leave,
hence nonestablishmentarian fella
in their (others) netview
hashtagged snake oil salesman
buzzfeeding gullible poo
courtesy legendary secret formula

comprising his mumbo jumbo
chicken gumbo soup,
our mutual friend Dumbo
doth heartily broker
entrancing kickstaring rendezvous
panacea as genuinely true
but aforenamed solitary wordsmith
also incorporates voodoo
to scare away mailer daemons
all the way to Xanadu

located (courtesy Google)
in the modern-day Zhenglan Banner
in inner Mongolia on southeastern edge
of the Mongolian plateau
The city founded as first capital
of Kublai Khan, the leader
of Mongol Borjigin clan
who founded Yuan dynasty that ruled
most of modern-day China,
Korea, and its surrounding areas.
Form: Rhyme

Wallet Weeps As Woebegone Former Mister Or Missus Snake

Listen...carefully,
     and ye kin hear
the muffled (dollar us -
dolorous) sound ache
king plaintive very loosely
     analogous to duck cry

of mourning, didst awake
ken to the somber news
     solemnly shared by
me - Doctor Quackenbush,
sans strapping beefcake
quaking counterpart, thee

     lifetime beau he mien
(rhapsodic) paramour got betake
hen to "Heaven's Gate,"
after getting bitten
by a blacksnake,
which squished, slithered, and

     shimmied secretly stole
     said tasty morsel without brake
king (her/his) stride,
     and dug poisonous
     (scorpion like) fangs
geese hilly as

one would slice cake,
which revelatory brief
     anecdote mentioned cuz,
this medical professional caretake
person, (whose doppelganger
     quadruples, i.e. moonlights

     as an expert 1. cheesecake
maker, 2. fisherman known
     far and wide (across four
compass points of the globe)
as one awesome clambake
expert, 3. seismograph specialist

predicting, where and
when an earthquake
will strike, and 4. hide
bound blithe tanner preparing
     leather made goods,
     particularly handsome wallets

     (sewn from snake skin),
     the most popular item
     (possibly because, one crisp Benjamin
     Franklin legally tendered
     secreted within a pouch),
thus upon cutting open

(preparation for crafting bill folds)
this one well fed squamate,
lo and behold
revealed poor soul mate,
which family member
Anatidae resembled friedcake.


Rap Diss Unwrap This

The fact is you rhyme 
like a flatulent behind
and that’s me kind
you’re a waste of time 
and time isn’t indication you climb 
stuck same place is basically decline

So it’s something you got in to
but it’s not what all do
many have a little clue
others listen to you

cus unlike you they ain’t ignorant 
don't believe they know every stunt
like you do in an instant 
furthest back far from front

I think this your only way too shine
but you over complicate the rhymes 
with the image of a fake fool
singing songs unrelatable 
about experience you aint been through
speak of ways that ain’t in you 

Talk of being true
who you
acting red when mister blue
smoking on the green zoot 
hello delude a yellow belly you
for years a career no one hears
a know-it-all without a clue
couldn't find a flow looking at water in the ocean
face it you're hopeless you're no one
dopey desperate and groping
a legless antelope anti-sloping 
a deadweight wearing jokes thin

Ha ha as the years go by 
other settle for a normal life
they had more talent and are more wise 
but of course the size of the competition demise 
so you think you’re one of the better guys 
though not heard by ears or seen by eyes
sending out signals don't reach satellites
your albums and singles never satisfy

your gift was a throw away couldn’t sell 
maybe you should go into your shell 
and go away 
cus the telephone ain’t gonna ring 
you won’t live the dream and know what it bring 
you can try from every angle 
but you are up against guitars dinging a triangle

It’s time to unplug the mic and abandon the band 
cus you a man they don’t demand 
quit the hobby you call a job 
get a job and shut up your gob
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Part One of Disulutioned

The looked toward the western sky
the night would be coming
and the cold of night
often caused a chill
which was due to the harshness
of the season.
Winter and spring were
intertwined and one leaving the other
caused us to think
that either winter would never leave
or spring would never come..
One person spoke that he wasn't
 prepared for winter and the long
casting shadow of a springish winter
found him completly lost.
There isn't enough light in day
and the night seems to last forever
he complained.
And others said why coomplain when it won't help.
Chore harder
and relax longer said one.
The more wood stacked nearer you
the less work
you have in your down time.
All the tobbacco had been stripped.
And even though it was a blessing
the cattle who were to have birth had
done so during a cold season that endored.
Pray and thank God never the less
said one. And another said then
You always thank God
I don't hear the God thanking you,
and you scare me with all that God mess
Mister what do you have to hide.
You won't game the women due to your releigon
but you wish us to be happy and straight.
When the women find favor in you it seems you chase them away.
What's up with you mister and why do
you think we should even listen to you.
The man stopped and said. Ya'll know I love the company of women,
it's just easiest for you all to
undermine my acheivments with your positions
and the clout .
Missus Marry Me
becomes
Whore Teaser around ya'll and you know it.
Exploiting people
is something you folk seem to do well,
don't make me curse might it be something then
for disccussion in my absences.
Every woman you bring in
here for me will neither do
or has done and will tell a tale of
being wronged by the certain kind.
A trick needs a script and you all
are more then happy to provide one he said.
Form: Ballad

The Intro's To Kelps Seaworthy

THE INTRODUCTION TO KELP SEAWORTHY
BEGANS WITH THE RE INTRODUCTION
OF THE SOUNDS OF FRUSTRATION
EACH WORD SPEAKS
TO THE NEED OF BRINGING
CREDIBLITY BACK TO
A WORLD WERE
FLINKLE DINKLE DORKS
FLURISH.
PER- DIGGLE
DIFFLE DA- WORPER DOO!
YET THEIS DOGGLE DIFFA'S
ARE SPOKEN OF AS
THEY ARE GITTLE GOOB GAFFERS!
(LAUGHING, SMILING)
BUT WE KNOW THEY
ARE DINTLE DAGGLE DERF!
FLINKLE FLIG AH FLUFF!
SWITTLE SINTLE DIFFA DEW!
MR. KELP SEAWORTHY, MIGHT WE SPEAK LIKE
MIFFLE WOFA DIFF'S?
HUH? CAN WE TALK LIKE WOFA DIFF'S?
OR ARE WE GONNA, STAND OUT HERE
AND ACT LIKE
WE ARE SUM-AH LUMMA DINKS
AND MIFFLE DANK DIGGLE DEW!
MISTER: OF COURSE NOT !
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Mister Fancy Pants Poet

Well here I am in front of my Mac
And it seems to be taunting me
“C'mon big boy, show me your stuff!
Mr. Fancy Pants Poet, let's see!”

“What great stuff have you come up with now
To set the literary world abuzz
Mr. Fancy Pants Poet between you and me
The world's not ready because”

“Your poetic prowess is beyond the norm
Your talents won't be surpassed
Where did your poetic skills emanate from
Were there poets in your family's past”

“C'mon big boy, I'm sitting here waiting
Got much better things to do
Like figuring out the true meaning of life
Or the sum of “two plus two!”

Well here's what I say to you Mr. Mac
Go byte yourself and leave me alone
Creative minds don't have an on/off switch
When I'm ready I'll send you a poem


© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

An Image of Netherworld Envisioned By Mister Misanthrope

Deep within Earthen bowels
immensely distant from sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm

precipitously crooked 
rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits 

comprising soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked,
via weathered tomb stones) 
hermetically sealed
once vibrant corporeal mortals
betook their eternal slumber.

One among their number
included a misanthrope
who sported long straggly hair
bushy eyebrows shield

ding cold eyes of steel
straggly bearded clammy chin
in tandem with a hairy body
which when alive (long time ago)

upheld upon unshod feet, a severely
hunchbacked cretin
Within dense pitch-black terrain
(Mother Nature enlisting

a menagerie of life forms
accustomed to hellish environment)
awash with unrecognizable
alien sights and sounds

mollycoddling bewitching warlocks,
mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses
imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery
long and fostered Golems

who called underworld
their private demesne
also alluded to Marcy's playground
holding hostage Alice in Chains

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
The Beastie Boys, Culture Club
The Human League, and
Village People a Crowded House

Emitting wisps of ethereal matter
appearing a small medium at large
chat snap ping, flickr ring 
indeed joyus minions
exalting piety good and plenti.

Prone ounce sing proud purgatory
promoting protean phantasmagoria
hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms
highly distorted grotesque
silent 10,000 maniacs screaming 
sinister semblance to banshees
slithering across escarpment.

Echoing one end of universe to the other
putting to shame initial big bang 
ranking as a mere whimper
that original primordial blast

which cosmological exploits 
generated heavenly sphere instantaneously
comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex 
essentially reduced to insignificance
albeit on the analogous tinker toy 
premised conjectures of brilliant minds

could gander feeble educated guesses
asper extraordinary natural phenomena 
mortal mankind could never approximate
as belligerent threats punctuated,
 
via nuclear warfare
merely rates as a flickr 
amidst uber kindle snap chat ting
tinder blinks, extinguishes, 
snuffs out one lowly 
Beatle browed bipedal simian.

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