Long Nip and tuck Poems
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Clutching the purse to her chest and the counting
She grabbed at the invisible hands and doubting
If it hadn't been one thing it would have been another
The greed put out the fire with smother
Greed, the great pacifier
Holding each coin close
Counting and counting over and over
The hiding place ever changing
A dog can never have enough bones to bury
The alcoholic and one glass of sherry
Snatching at fingers and to the comfort of the vault
A ski mask helps one not to be caught
One pacifier deserves another
Turning from the bank with her greed
Draws her purse to her chest
Maybe the freezer wrapped in foil
Holding each emotion and counting
Not a drop of water and the broken founting
Such a miser she won't pitch a penny for luck
Met her doctor at KMart for a nip and tuck
The Baby Queen strikes her rattle
As the basket is passed she puts in nothing
Always wanting to know where the next one comes
And the texture of each bill
Even Barbie held with the covet
Getting summons and the snub it
Ken wears only Gucci suits for his pleasure
Barbie holds each banknote with measure
November Ninth the President
By Franklin Price
11/9/2016
November ninth the president elect is thought to be:
Donald Trump with outside chance will get the victory.
It's nip and tuck and hardly fought; the vote count is not done.
There are states that are so close still hard to tell who won
Democrats have gone home, the hour's Two A.M.,
Will be no concession speech tonight from Hillary to him.
The newsmen on the TV are trying to look good;
Saying that they knew it, it has happened as it should
They make me sick the way they act. They've blocked him every way.
Now it looks as if he's won, they'll kiss his ass today.
I hope it doesn't turn around; have a foul called in the race.
We the People now have spoken; establishment we're in your face.
He may not be the smoothest, a politician he is not,
We all must get behind him to see what he has got.
We've heard all that he's promised, now he will get his chance.
We'll see if he's got two left feet, or if he can dance the dance
Don't know if that will happen, still not saying he's the best,
Only that he's won the fight and outlasted all the rest.
The hour is two forty, and we just got the pump
Hillary has conceded with a phone call to the Trump
The struggle's finally over now the good work can begin
Donald Trump's acceptance speech, said we'll make us great again
We'll fix America together, cooperation is the word
America will be great again; at least that's what I heard.
With a new world in the making
Positively no mistaking
No need for hesitating
With no line and no waiting
Welcome to the new world order
Closed minds with open borders
What have we done to our sons and daughters
We'd call someone who cares but we've run out of quarters
A generation made up of nip and tuck
Using the government as a living crutch
With no if's and's or even but's
My love can beat up your love
Peace, love, and understanding
Never before has been so demanding
Play the laughter track the networks are caning
In the meantime, enter the sandman
To sleep off the thoughts that differ from you
Without a care if they are or if they are not true
It won't change your mind one iota or clue
Where under the sun there's nothing new
You can kick and scream all you want
We know you know you know how to cuss
No if's and's or even but's
My love can beat up your love
I met a jolly fisherman with hair as white as snow.
Everywhere he sailed his ship, the kids were sure to go.
He came down from the north, after a little nip and tuck.
Smack dab in the middle of his boat was a giant ice cream truck.
While he baited his hook, his elves would stir the cream.
The kids would come down to the beach and everyone would scream.
Could this man be Santa? Boy that would be slick.
How could someone catch a fish with chocolate push up stick?
The elves just kept on working, they seemed to never stop.
Little Billy swam on out for a drumstick and fudge pop.
The king cones all sat ready they were the next in line.
The snow cones didn’t taste that great, but the eclairs tasted fine.
The kids just kept on swimming and ate up every treat.
The sandy beach was all packed down from tiny little feet.
If you ever run out of bait, while fishing on waters blue.
Remember this little story, fish like ice cream too.
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Warden
8/21/22