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Our tire blew on a country road;
We wobbled for a while.
A service station loomed; there was
A stranger with a smile.
"You need some help?" he asked.
"Your tire needs changing, I'm supposing.
They sell them down the road, but
It's two hours after closing."
We'd 40 miles left to drive
At night - that signaled danger -
But we were lucky that we met
This kind and able stranger.
He jacked the car and soon enough
The spare was set in place.
My husband tipped him handsomely;
Surprise was on his face.
"I think I'll play the lottery,"
He said and left his truck.
He hit the store, we waved goodbye
And hoped he'd have our luck.
Madam Merry, the Principal of the school
Contrary to her name was neither merry nor cool
Igniting sparks of fear, she remained a terror
No wonder, students looked upon her in horror
There was an uncontrollable anger streak
In her genetic makeup! When it reached an all time peak
There was an aura of distressing menace,
Even when she advanced from a distance
She would enter the classroom like a sweeping whirl wind
Causing waves of fear in every child’s mind
Startled by her appearance, children would forget to greet
All their polite manners would then go to the back seat
Besides hot temper, she was puffed up with self conceit
Neither patient nor humble and was far from sweet
If at all she called anyone by the name
Each knew it was to put him/her to shame
Corpulent and blubbery, she weighed a ton
As she walked she wobbled. Watching her was fun.
Rumors ran, this lady banged her ‘hus’
For not responding to her wishes always with a ‘Yes’
Once we children decided to teach her a lesson
That would make her arrogance and haughtiness lessen
We spilled some sticky oil on her way to the class
And in her hurry, slipped on it as on morass
With a loud thud, she fell flat on the floor
And lay unable to move, close to the main door
By the time the other teachers came to her rescue
We children escaped, not giving the slightest clue
Even after years, when I think of Madam Merry
With laughter, my cheeks color like a red cherry!
5. Jan. 2022
Funny Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Natasha L Scragg
TONGUE TWISTER
Fantastic fun on scholastic enjoyment
assessing accessing accepting accent,
pointing permitting possible permutation,
claiming cunning clever combination,
sorting syllables on restricted selection
yielding rough tough pronunciation.
Neither fumbled nor jumbled being wobbled weak.
No boredom, speak random speedy quick.
Talk faster ignoring protester.
Wrap teeth and tongue to entrap
Ralph Malph’s mouth agape
bombarding bewildering audience
with competence, confidence
and coinciding Tongue- Twister.
01/11/21
Third Place
' Tongue Twister Challenge' Contest by Joe Sandler
Some months ago my cousin offered me a pipe
that my paternal grandfather used, when he desired a smoke
It stirred up a memory that had potential to be serious
but after sixty years I relate to it as a joke
My maternal grandfather , very slow and steady
that's how he chose to drive
But paternal grandpa!! he was seventy eight, I was seventeen,
one solitary trip with him, I wondered if we would survive
We hit the open road, accelerator hit the floor
one hundred and twenty five kilometres per hour, the only speed he knew
Left hand on the steering wheel, right hand on ,and clenched between his teeth,
his beloved smoking pipe, that was how we almost flew
Straight open road, semi trailer ahead
Grandfather decided it was safe!!!! to overtake
There's another semi trailer approaching,!!! It's on the other side!!! We're caught between the two!!! still with hand upon his pipe, other on the steering wheel, side to side we wobbled, I began to shake
Back on the left side of the road (we're Aussie ) we have overtaken the semi trailer!!!!
Grandfather still has pipe clenched between his jaw
He looks at me quite calm[y states "I thought that other semi was going the other way ",
accelerator still flattened to floor
My very nervous thoughts, about this episode, I pray there won't be more
To my cousin I replied, the offer of that old smoking pipe, it is declined,
perhaps it is a bong
I appreciate your offer but I don't need a material possession, in my memory it's deeply etched
nothing personal, please don;t get me wrong
Footnote: Semi are also known as Prime movers . Guess we were nearly prime moved into heaven
A hot July evening, and nothing had stirred,
the minutes just ticked slowly past,
too hot for much effort, and even the birds
gave up chirping as long shadows cast.
I savoured the moment and reached for my glass,
cold lager to help quench my thirst,
when I saw something black in the bubbles of gas,
close inspection, and I feared the worst.
A fly had snook down while my back had been turned
lost it's footing and fell in the beer,
and now paddled in vain for the side of the glass
but could not make it out of first gear.
Since it spoiled my enjoyment, a spoon for employment
was acquired and from my drink was scooped
the sad fly in some drops, poured it out where it stopped
with no movement, all out it was pooped.
With it's legs in the air (and I know, I've been there)
it finally righted itself, shook a wing, rubbed it's head
but not flying, instead took a gentle walk on my shed shelf.
Oblivious now to the story of how
I'd just graciously saved it's poor life,
I wondered as it slowly wobbled off home-
what on earth did it say to it's wife?
It is many years since I visited you and Grand mama
The second I walked through the library door
Memories of my childhood came flooding back to me
I remember climbing up on the polished library steps
You stood behind me to make sure I didn’t fall
One day I wobbled on the top step and you held my hand
I loved seeing the jewel coloured leather bindings
With the delicate tooling etched with gold
You would tell me the names of all your favourite authors
We would repeat them in a rhyme
Trying to go all the way through the alphabet
I can still smell the aroma of your tobacco
Locked deep in the pages of these dusty tomes
We would spend many hours together
My thirst for knowledge was fuelled by your enthusiasm
We would pour over the atlas and the giant globe
You would tell me stories of all the great explorers
Oh how I wanted to travel the world like you had done in your youth
In my mind I ventured to distant lands
Recreating the scenes you so vividly described
Recently my dream to travel finally came true
Finally I have returned from my grand tour
Now I am here to share my adventures with you
Contest- In the Library – Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
08~3~15
Never advisable to be naked!
Unfolding ability to assume changes
Depict funeral mesh opaque
Wobbled iron lock conjure
Wakens particular persona to inhabit
Wardrobe wonder honours
Peter Pan collar innocence
Embellished bow breasts for bombshell
Rhinestone on satin stimulant
Deceptively deep, spacious
Dark wood doors swing away to exhibit
Dresses with waves vivacious
Forest of newfound favourites
Frocks rustle, slide, beg to be fondled
Fascinator lavender fragrance
Mysterious occult conspirators
Ultimately select pretty arrangements
Musty garment rots ambiguous
19th January
Happy Birthday Keri ( Mum )
- see, I fashioned my life
to suit me!
At first he drank to be one of the boys
To act a bit rowdy, to make some noise
He couldn't resist all the teen peer pressure
Just couldn't say 'No;' had to say 'Yes sir'
Off to college he went to the land of beer tents
Where drinking's the pastime of well-educated gents
Our hero could be found, where pop-tops did sound
Stumbling drunkenly around, or face down on the ground
Armed with a degree, into the world of business he marched
Just like in college, he found his throat dry and parched
At midday he made time to imbibe a liquid lunch
From Monday to Friday, he dipped his cup in the pun
One rain-pouring day, he wobbled to his car
Jumped on the freeway, to fight the rush-hour war
Only this time, reflexes, lulled to sleep by drink
He drove into the guardrail, and his life went 'clink'
His family and friends feigned surprise at the news
They didn't believe what you can lose when you booze...
And thus began their heroic journey through the fantastical labyrinth of the escape room, where every twist and turn carried the promise of freedom, laughter, and the unforeseen—the perfect remedy for chaos and an unexpected road trip back to normalcy. After all, in a place where even a bunny could be a hero, and a Man is a Woman, anything was possible. Even a Media run Presidential Campaign supported by Big Tech, Google and the FBI !
As Penney and Gus entered the vibrant escape room, the door clicked shut behind them, "Penney parted from the impending loom, weaving her curiosity in a gape driven plume; punctuating the chaotic symphony of the mall with a sense of immediate sanctuary. The room was a kaleidoscope of interesting colors, smells—walls adorned with whimsical murals of enchanted forests, floating bubbles, and scattered stars. Even some Left Wing styled fecal graffiti, as if plastered from the hand to Trump sign out of TDS. It felt like stepping into another world, far removed from the madness outside. A home away from home !
“Okay, what’s the first clue?” Gus asked, glancing around at the eclectic decorations, which ranged from giant inflatable mushrooms to shimmering disco balls. They needed to think fast, and the first challenge awaited like a Mother given the news that the police would be escorting her child home after a bonus round of shoplifting at Castle Megastore had landed her in the "Stoney Loaf".
“Over there!” Penney exclaimed, pointing to a large, comically oversized egg perched precariously atop a pedestal. “There’s bound to be something inside!”
They approached cautiously, the soft thump of their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet that crunched as they stroke on, I mean strode on, apparently-designed to match the room's carnival theme or was it Carnivaal, Carnibaal? No matter, with a gentle push, Gus nudged the egg, and it wobbled dangerously before them. A creaky voice echoed from within, making them jump.
“Beware the wrath of the bouncing bunny, and tell Nanceycat to invest in BlackRock!”, it croaked, before the egg split open, revealing a tangle of colorful ribbons and a single, glittering key.
“Perfect!” Penney cheered, plucking the key from the chaos. “Let’s see what it unlocks.” She scanned the walls for a keyhole, eyeing an intricate door covered in glowing glyphs.
waking up from my sleep, I was all confused.
I heard a boom as that of thunder,
or the sound of a hammer striking on the anvil.
trying to be up, I felt as shaky as a fawn,
getting up for the first time on its stiff unfolding legs.
heart began pounding, body trembled.
fear hung like a heavy cloud
and panic gathered like a storm.
am I dead or alive?
am I in a gorge or grave?
grim darkness all around.
my torso wriggling in acute pain.
my limbs refusing to budge.
I grow exasperate under arduous strain.
my memory fails, body rails
what’s that weight, I feel on my chest?
am I pushed down into hell?
or buried under earth’s rocky crust?
am I dead or alive?
am I in a gorge or grave?
have I fallen into a deceitful trap?
or caught unawares in a hunter’s snare?
am I sinking into an abyss?
shall I ever be freed from this mire?
* * * *
now I remember, having gone to bed in peace,
but the night turned abruptly wild,
with an earthquake of what magnitude, I don’t know.
sweet sleep suddenly turned into a nightmare
and joy got thistled into fright.
fortunately, I was saved with minor injuries.
the rescue team did a commendable job.
but I see devastation all around.
tremors had rocked the night, wave after wave,
rupturing and displacing underground plates!
the ground wobbled, buildings crumbled.
fortunately I did survive, though shaken to my core.
but how long will it take to recover from the night's trauma?