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It's Halloween and as we know
It's a special time of year
There's scary things and ghostly beings
Meant to bring out fear
There's lots of innuendos
I hope you do not mind
If I can take the liberty
As some may not seem kind
They're meant to make you Snickers
And put a smile upon your face
Please forgive me for my twisted mind
If that is not the case
I'd like to know, if you'd mind
If I tricked you with my treats
Your like a tasty candy bar
I'm sure you're sticky sweet
I'll take you to the Milky Way
Or maybe even Mars
I want to squeeze you Bun so tight
My rock candy is so hard
You're like a Peppermint Patty
You take my breath away
I'll bring you years of Almond Joy
I've so much more to say
When you lick a Lollipop
It makes my poor heart race
I wish that you would unwrap me
Let's cut right to the chase
I'd place some Miniature Kisses
All around your luscious Mounds
I'd start with licks, then give you my Twix
Till you shout O Henry loud
To taste your Whatchamacallit
I would give 100 Grand
And move my Butterfingers
All across your skin
You can bet that Mikey likes it
And his Pop Rocks would explode
How many licks would it take to get
To the center of his Tootsie Roll
I'll be your Sugar Daddy
If you will let me be
I hope to Skor, at least once more
Without the Musketeers 3
I'd share with you my Payday
If that is what you choose
Then we could Rolos over
To 5th Avenue
I promise you no needles
Can I poke you just in fun
I hope you've found Good Humor
And it's the best Bar None
Image of Carmel by the Sea by Pixabay.
Carmel by the Sea
Three-quarter distance to the city
the rose bowl parade's held,
paying a friend another visit
as if the golden gate is not
um, not after umpteen years.
she does a lot of shopping
touchy-feely, whatchamacallit
reveals the wherewithal that
we're still friends
an artisans treasure
trove, this cubby-hole of
Clint Eastwood's hideaway
from the city of the stars
to the city by the bay
an assortment of
artisan works sprawled out
crafted pieces tiny and
large all over the store
some chimerical or
a closer look or, white
elephants and then those
"I'll take it, how much!"
'twas, a closer look that
nabbed us of a Cedar Point
thingamajig, 'twas a metallic
tree attached to a rock
she picked the one on top
of this here tiered glass shelf
'tis the makeup of the store
with signs, "Do not touch and
do not hold, once you break
it, we mark it sold!"
while holding the metallic tree,
it separated from the rock,
which crashed through the top
tiered glass shelf center,
creating a v-shaped of the tiered
glass shelves beneath, causing
the entire display of all the metallic
trees and rocks crashing down
in front of her shoes as I stepped
back as an instantaneous response
that overwhelmed me.
a schoolmarm persona sorta
stood like posing for a photo
methinks she froze up, and while
standing bestilled, I cannot stop
myself from laughing, so I
paid the $400.
in 1980 prices, at least I didn't
walk home, 'twas years of a
point remembered till we parted,
and that occasioned me, the best
investment I ever made!
2022 January 18
*3rd Place*
Funny Memories
~~Natasha L Scragg: Judged 2022 January 28
We were a group of Nerds, there was Kit Kat,
Mike and Ike, I'll never forget handsome Heath ;
and Slo Poke and I was Lemonhead cause I had,
blonde hair, and there was Whatchamacallit who always;
had Goobers.
One Pay Day we won 100 Grand gambling,
at a casino machine called, Milky Way and went on a Spree;
it was a Marathon and we were spending Mounds,
of Skittles until I said, Take 5 before we have;
like Zero.
So me and those Airheads each took our own paths,
for me it was a Rocky Road to happiness until Henry;
O Henry is my Starburst and dream,
he loves me Now and Later and not just because of the;
big money Skor.
_______________________________
October 5, 2018
Poetry/Verse/A Candy Wrapper Story
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1069-313-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
I don't know what I want to write
But I will write about see if you call it
Do you believe you will see if you call it?
You bet
If you don't believe you will see
You won't see it
Sometimes a thing is just so hard to believe
And that is when you need God's help
God sometimes can intervene in our beliefs
He is not going to leave you - cut and dry
Only humans will do it - some humans
And sometimes human would sometimes do things
God would never do
But that is another subject
Would you do what God do?
No
Then there
Don't try to guess what God is going to do
You would mess up
Because you can never do what God wants to do
He do the unhuman thing - the unbelievable
Unacceptable, incredible
Only He would know
So what is our job?
To do what we think
When God wants you to do something
He will let you know
Otherwise it's a slow ride - easy ride
Comsi comsa
Easy come easy go
Whatchamacallit
What's that?
Don't know
But it will come to me
On the go again.....
Rules: Use at least 10 candy names from those listed below.
(30 candy names used)
Tomorrow we'll explore our Galaxy,
not just by space ship, but with 'space nerds' too!
We smarties, gifted Mike and Ike, with me,
will start our marathon and journey through
the Milky Way, where now and later we'll
be called 'Three Musketeers', the best, bar none,
to capture live a star burst with great zeal,
or see sno-caps on spheres far from the sun.
We bet each other a full 100 grand,
that we'll make history on this space spree;
discover whoppers, things we beforehand
knew zero 'bout those sites we couldn't see.
We're on a rocky road, since asteroids
can put an end to pay day...must take 5,
and watch our every move like paranoids,
not air heads, if we want to stay alive.
We'll take along some good Boston Baked Beans
with hot tamales and Ike's Charleston Chew,
a snack his mom bakes filled with good proteins;
and frozen Swedish fish will please us too.
Okay, we're off to Club 5th Avenue
for a good meal before we board for flight.
The Jolly Rancher hamburg, or Dots stew,
are lifesavers to please our appetite
before we're stuck with whatchamacallit
food, Mr. Goodbar, cook, packed up to go.
Goodbye for now...from sunlit to starlit,
please wish us mounds of luck from down below.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: 'Screwed XIX
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 01/02/2019
Candy Bar Words To Use (choose 10)
Dove, Chunky,100 Grand, Bar None, Galaxy, Marathon, Milky Way, Mounds, Mr. Good Bar, Pay Day, Rocky Road, Skor, Snickers, Take 5, Whatchamacallit, Zero, Skittles, Jolly Rancher, Starburst, Smarties, Three Musketeers, Tootsie Roll, Kit Kat, Air Heads, Boston Baked Beans, Charleston Chew, Dots, Hot Tamales, Lemonheads, Nerds, Slo Poke, Sno-Caps, Spree, O Henry, Whoppers, Swedish Fish, Butterfinger, Lifesavers, 5th Avenue, Mike and Ike, Heath, Goobers, Now and Later
If you look closely, you will see,
Yep, sure enough, that's me -
on the cinder block wall ledge,
or by your front door, near the hedge.
But I ain't warm, cuddly or fun,
as I sit here, basking in the sun.
Ol' Sol is something that's still free,
and I'm the scaly lizard that you see.
I must say it's great weather,
for one whose hide is quite like leather.
I suppose you're thinking that my skin
could make a purse to put things in,
or maybe some shoes or wallet.
How did I become this whatchamacallit?
Was it the work of witch or warlock,
and how, is it you can hear me talk?
Thus, in this sun, while I'm nicely warmed,
I ponder why I've been so transformed...
into this creature small and wary.
It seems a fate, unordinary,
and though I may appear inelegant,
I'm really most intelligent
as I stand still and ponder the universe,
simultaneously composing this beautiful verse.
Do you think a bunny or a puppy is more fun?
In a short race, those creatures, I still outrun.
Want to play at "staring war"? What do you think?
If you watch carefully, you'll see me blink.
I show little emotion. I'm not exuberant.
My eyes, if you may, are a little protuberant.
You might think I'm bland and cold.
How did I become a lizard as I grew old?
Finally it was PAY DAY,
and I felt like a 100 GRAND.
Even though you don't make MOUNDS of money,
selling HOT TAMALES from a stand.
I headed to the JOLLY RANCHER,
over on 5TH AVENUE and DOVE.
To grab some beers with MIKE AND IKE,
a couple of GOOBERS, whose company I love.
We may not be a bunch of SMARTIES,
but AIRHEADS we are not.
We know all about sports and WHATCHAMACALLIT,
just ask HEATH the bartender, he quizzes us a lot.
The THREE MUSKETEERS is what they call us,
we are the best of friends, BAR NONE.
The stories we tell are WHOPPERS,
they may hold ZERO truth, but still a lot of fun.
9/24/2018
Ever have a song,
Stuck in your head,
Short one or long,
Perseveres like the undead.
The radio serves us Koolaid,
When we're on the move,
Any time of the day,
Our mind starts to groove.
Heard power ballads,
When algebra quizzes occurred,
Motivation to succeed it adds,
At least, that's what I heard.
When around family kids,
Sometimes the songs they play,
Long after Adieu bids,
Haunt me on another day.
I see something good,
Falling out of the sky.
Even if I should,
I will not ask why.
Music that enters my mind,
Might not be all me.
The intuition I find,
May be a key.
Sometimes I need music,
To help me get work done,
Especially so I don't lose it,
Or to promote an atmosphere of fun.
At a concert,
Do brain waves become one.
Like at a solar eclipse,
Does a mass cover the sum.
Does it feel the same?
Are we zombies to the sound?
Belting the same lines,
With other fans in the crowd.
Is it bad to be in a cult,
When direct poison isn't served?
My eardrums, I didn't consult,
Even if the opinion was deserved.
If the moths in my wallet,
Fly away to the beat,
Does a hurricane whatchamacallit,
Spell other people's defeat?
Is the butterfly effect even real?
What happens when they're in a group?
Migrating with zeal,
On an instinctual loop.
I see a plague afoot.
The Hive Brain has won.
I never give it the boot,
Because the situation is fun.
I have Bad Blood.
I'm Never Gonna Not Dance Again.
Like a drip or a flood,
I will never say when.
Music enhances life,
Makes movies, and makes us think,
Sometimes wields a knife,
Or demands shedded tears to drink.
I will move mind over,
Give it its own track,
Feel free to takeover,
Or completely attack.
Music is in my heart,
Possesses my body and soul,
May we never be apart,
And always on a roll.
I will let the chorus consume me,
Like a thirsty vampire on a binge.
My subconscious mind is the emcee.
Let the Crazy Train infringe.
Flabbergasted at my findings
Drooling slightly over luck
Hard to explain how my life has changed
Now the proud owner of a Whatchamacallit
It came with all the accessories
All the whistles plus the bells
Lucky I grabbed it when I did
You know how fast those things fly off the shelf
Double wrapped in heavy plastic
Sealed up tight for safeties sake
To keep from the hands of those not in the know
Plus less chance of escape
Though Whatchamacallit's aren't dangerous
They are mischievous all the same
Far be it for me to set mine free
And be the one to blame
So I keep it on a leash
Everytime that I go out
Even put it in my pocket
If I'm roaming a big crowd
But believe you me if it's me you see
Out someday on the street
I have my Whatchamacallit
Somewhere close to me
I'd like to thank cheryl hoffman for the idea of this fiasco!
In the frozen tundra, marvelous drugs;
no one can reproduce.
Rub raw your eyes, soar high, shiver.
For your frozen blue eyes,
only, in the loneliness of snow and ice.
Descriptions beyond sight, touch,
as if you’re in an ethereal illumination.
The dogs howl and hoof
but they do not hold up as witnesses.
This thingamajig
frazzles
frightens
excites
shocks
chills
warms
brings joy
You can never find this thingamabob;
it finds you and ruins you.
Drink ruins you; you see strange things.
But this is an elixir; a spectral something
that was formed out in the midnight sun.
Capricious as the wind, sifting like
dessert sand, almost certainly invented
by time itself, set apart for isolated
journeys of one, or more (if you count
the dogs). Silent witnesses are just
as curious, but have no human voice.
Like a living branch, was it cut off
from the rest, caught off guard; reformed?
Perhaps, it is good and evil, at best;
it can do tricks (ask the dogs).
Remember, the saying, ‘Make like a tree,
and leave…”
This whatchamacallit, took the human at his word.