Funny farm or loony bin?
Depends what kind of mood I’m in
Mad house increases my lunacy
I take my pills and watch tv
Fall asleep, don’t care if it is night or day
The attendants are glad, I am out of their way
This asylum increases my natural lunacy
Weird attendants seem worse off than me
I am allergic to greens, so none of that will do.
It is my persnickety picky-eating cousin, Lulu.
But surely you are not allergic to lettuce, I say.
Oh, yes, and green beans and peas. The radish can stay.
What about Brussel sprouts?
I am allergic to them too.
She says this with a lip that pouts.
My strange cousin Lulu.
What about celery, you are surely not allergic to that.
Oh, yes, I am, she says, and probably your dog and your cat.
Are you allergic to my husband? I ask, making a joke.
Most definitely and chicken and ham; they both make me choke.
My husband rolls his eyes but scoots off to his room.
Leaving me alone with our impossible guest. She is such a loon.
Can you have chocolate cake? I ask her, in the sweetest way.
That’s about all I eat, she tells me, so merry and gay.
And I bet you eat bread, I throw in, looking at her girth.
I have eaten all the bread I can between here and Perth.
I hear my husband snorting in the next room, next to the TV.
How much more transparent can that man try to be?
She is loony as they come, said the neighbors down the road.
The wife looked like a troll, her husband was squat like a toad.
I knew better, there is nothing crazy about sleeping outside.
In a few seconds, it would finally be the end of my long ride.
She came out to greet me wearing an apron and a smile.
I was getting worried, she said, I know it was many a mile.
I would have driven twice as far, I told my heroine, old Nan.
She was one of my favorite people, married to my cousin Dan.
I eat and sleep outside these days, she told me with a sigh.
The rest of the valley does not understand, as they come driving by.
But, she said, with a happy smile and a tiny wink.
Living out here has really helped to make them try and think!
When we go to moon
we have been in big balloon
like a looney toon
memory applied
when river would open wide
had been at high tide
conducted caper
to become conservator
of her curvature
of time when in expanse
ended up splitting my pants
planting perfect plant
If you're loony and you love it clap your hands,
(clap clap clap)
If you're loony and you love it clap your hands,
(clap clap clap)
If you're loony and you love it
Tell those normal folks to shove it
If you're loony and you love it clap your hands.
Trump In Loony Bin Horn Haiku
Trump commits each sin
He belongs in loony bin
Also thin is skin.
Jim Horn
See sober signs
Apt aim aligns
Lace loony late
Prune puzzles plate
Trace touching treat
Grand glitches greet
Brave brilliant blaze
Meet motive maze
Mad man musters
Craze creams cluster
Touch thought tacit
Toil takes transit
Imp inks instinct
Dance deeds distinct
Sorry state sighs
Crimson cheer cries
See stormy seas
Bright blessings be
Weary world weeps
Steal sloppy sleep
Worry wears wounds
Story seeps soon
Leon Enriquez
05 May 2015
Singapore
Query ***** quaint
Stretch story strains
List lofty lines
Flesh flushing fine
Nude naughty niche
Ripe rousing reach
Curves craze creams
Drool dusty dream
Wise words wrestle
See sense struggle
Mull moving moods
Grab glowing good
Play piquant prime
Choose crafty chimes
Tell thorny tale
Sift simple sale
Move mindset moist
Hurl heavy hoist
Pry puzzling proof
Grieve grumpy groove
Little lots live
Piece private peeves
Leon Enriquez
02 May 2015
Singapore
Prime private plan
Muse makes mad man
Lines loiter late
Dance dizzy date
Fuzzy free form
Nature nudes norm
Ply pretty pace
Finesse funds face
Cool creates craft
Deed dangles draft
Ask ample acts
Foible frees fact
Love language loud
Poise pickles proud
Limpid looks laze
Charm clever craze
Mix mellow minds
Free frozen finds
Soul sighing sleep
Kindle kind keep
Rich rapture rhymes
Treat troubled times
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2015
Singapore
Fling frolic fierce
Ply pretty pierce
Trade thoughtful tears
Fashion feeds fame
Troubles try tame
Niche naughty name
Leave laughter loud
Pry petty proud
Aim art aloud
Sense surreal sights
Lines linger light
Freeze-frame free flight
Fear flavours fall
Grime gifting gall
Boom blazing ball
Curves crowding curls
Use urge unfurls
Soothe sensuous swirls
Take treasured thought
Nurture nice naught
Ponder prime plot
Make movement mime
Treat tender times
Rest rowdy rhymes
Live laughter's lease
Pain plunders peace
Etch encores ease
Leon Enriquez
15 December 2014
Singapore
Hearts in the way
Of what you couldn't see
Happy ever after
Or terror it could be
Running for the sunlight
When the moon holds on too tight
Its hard just to breath
And something isn't right
Why is love so broken
And found bleeding on the floor
Why are you split open
When you deserve much more?
There are many birds in the zoo
Some are orange others wear blue
Some with polka dot umbrellas
Some with digital cameras
And some as loony as we two
By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX
Ok, I'll write a little ditty
sounding nice and pretty
and make the reader think
its all about a mink
when its really about a kitty!
Yes, I'll pen a little song
to hum all day long
making you crazy
whistling dedumdaisy.
Well, thats just totally wrong!
Anyway ... I'm feeling bored
so a little limerick I've scored
to cheer up my mind
and empty it of those kind
of words so sad as they're poured.