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For four years I've longed to shout 'Adios!'
It's time for you to go, Donald J. Gross
Shove those burgers down, Chubs
Play with your balls and clubs
You're crude, belligerent and bellicose
Anderson called you an obese turtle
Who'd never admit you need a girdle
Your offspring are all jerks
In the west wing they lurk
Too bad your little swimmers were fertile
Eighteen thousand a month for orange hair!
While poor Americans have nothing to spare
You never gave a damn
Leave the White House...SCRAM
Get your butt off the oval office chair
A greedy, selfish beast, to say the least
Playing footsie with those in the mideast
Buddies with Kim Jong
That's all kinds of wrong
And your affair with Putin is a love feast
Questions asked of you...falsehoods you answer
You're not a hoofer, like Santa's Prancer
I hate your red ties
And your horrid lies
Here's a truth...you're a terrible dancer!
Your claim to fame? A one-term president
Mock the Constitution; a dissident
So many are inspired
To yell out, "You're fired!"
No covid warning? What selfish intent!
What a chaotic mess you leave in your wake
Those who praise you have made a big mistake
Our Democracy, you scorn
But you jape about p o r n
You've been a bogus President...a fake!
We the people, hate how you whine and pout
and the way your mouth pooches like a trout
A lunatic POTUS
Be gone with the FLOTUS
Americans have signaled that you've struck out
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It was old fashioned shopping,....floors were warm planks of wood
Where footsteps sounded hallow, and the walls were lined with goods
A “5 and 10” cent heaven, … was the friendly Woolworth's Store
One would always be surprised, what revolved behind that door
How quickly flew the hours of a summer afternoon,
to fritter through the clutter, that lay in waiting there
Time would disappear upon a dime, with a sweeping of the eyes
like the feather dusting of the racks on the shelves of all the years
One could hear the clink of metal that nourished the till
Where children holding a mother’s hand, could be rewarded for keeping still
Little hands, restrained, would tire, leaning over a heart’s desire
While a mother would conspire with the clerk of the day
For there a child would stand in mute dismay,
An indecisive millionaire, a fight of tooth and nail despair
With fifty ways they might disburse two whole nickels in a purse
A bit of this and a bit that, a stack of crayons, a pair of socks,
Some satin ribbons, a new array of small barrettes, to dress the locks
Cases of candy, a licorice whip, eyes embracing one after another…
Laces or vases, sissors or needles, color climbing color
The stacked up bolts of ginghams, worsteds, chintz and serges
Trays of trinkets, and souveniers, ‘Evening in Paris’, the bottle was gorgeous
All of these things, under a dollar, even a collar for all the pooches
To know how it was to sit on a stool, after school
Order a sandwich, and sip sodas, always cool and sublime
This was how Woolworth’s….a store of the past
Would build a memory to last and last…..,
Forever in time, for a nickel or a dime...
....how much more could one girl find, and how much could one child ask?
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Skat's Premiere Contest: #13
My house was made
for a family of three
So it turns out to be
two little doggies and me
When I shop at the grocery store
in my mind I can't ignore
Will the pooches like this too
It's something that I often do
Water bowls here and there
milkbones buried under chairs
The couch I cannot recline
because a doggy bed you'll find
Toys toys chewed and new
overflow the house and in shoes
Please do not sneeze
or dog hairs dance and tease
Two little doggies wagging tails
run about for doggy thrills
Yap and bark growl and fight
and that's just the start of night
When I lay down to sleep
I force my form to be more petite
For laying long across the bed
two little doggies from toe to head.
Lights in the sky from red to green
With snow falling it's quite the scene
For serene teens with a Christmas sheen
I mean what a year it has been
Kids craft snowfolk in their yards
While entertained by door to door bards
Waiting for the mail to receive Christmas cards
As pooches watch passerby like solemn guards
But deep within some hearts is pain
Reminded of loss that cuts to the vein
It's a stain that leaves upon the affair a strain
Wondering if true happiness can ever be found again
Smiles abound all around
Not a frown to be found
Resounding laughter the only sound
From the window it's quite profound
Take time to grieve with the belief
That eventually time will grant relief
But may the sorrow be brief
With valor you will again be chief
So as smiling faces make folly
And kiss beneath holly
While generally making jolly
It is okay to feel melancholy
But here you are with the courage to stand
Ready to face the rigors life has planned
As long as you do not dig your head in the sand
There will be joys and cheers quite grand
Lights in the sky from red to green
With snow falling it's quite the scene
Upon your broken hearted face a Christmas sheen
I mean what a tumultuous year it has been
Bless me with enough smooches,
That I may confess the blunt honesty of thy will.
Bless my heart with painting in thy words,
To such extent you know my testimony is your grace.
Enough is the triggering pooches,
It keeps me standing still.
Enough are the beautiful looking bird,
That keeps my eyes wandering in space.
Let the armor you are reflect in me;
No doubt, it will supply me enough glamour.
Without thy breathes inking words, will my heart ever be?
Healing power is thy beauty; my prowess rammer.
The way you seek,
Is in me bleeding...
It's your choice to make it strong or weak.
Passing through it at will, shall keeps it breeding...
Brutus, my slavering Rottweiler, growls
He knows he's tougher than pooches with tails
The long pointed studs on his black leather collar
Are matched by his canines which make poodles holler
The drooling saliva that trails from his jaws
As he lumbers about on his four massive paws
Is soaking the ground and his talon like claws
Encouraging folk to keep children indoors
Devil Dog, Satan’s mutt, hellhound and more
All labels my beast has been nick-named before
I feed him on red meat and shin bones of cattle
It’s said he eats tigers but that’s tittle tattle
The park is all ours because other folk run
But wait, there’s a kitten, now this could be fun
Brutus will rip him apart for a lark
And splatter its blood and guts over the park
Hey, kitty kitty, come over to me
Play with my dog, what good friends you could be
But kitten was clever, too clever for me
He hissed and now Brutus is stuck up a tree
To define the word 'exuberance'
One need not go to the Net
Watch two puppies meet on the street
That's happy as happiness gets
It's real 'exuberance' personified
As they tug away on the leash
Both tails wagging a mile a minute
A couple of ecstatic beasts
What if we allowed 'em both to go at it
Exploring until they dropped
They'd surely be two happy pooches
Till in their dog house they flopped
We could learn a lesson from these little guys
Begin each day with a smile
Cram in as much fun as you possibly can
Never know if it's your very last mile
© Jack Ellison 2014