Sue's livid with Mackie Avellen
He's ditched her for her bestie Ellen
I pity poor Sue
Not sure what she'll do
As her pregnant belly's now swellen
Now Mackie is nasty cad
He’s denying that he is the dad
A paternity test
Will put Sue’s mind at rest
His denial made Sue boiling mad
Sue's happier now without Mackie
Ellen never will please him, she's wacky
She'll raise their l'il boy
He'll be her pride and joy
Mackie's proven to be just a lackey
Categories:
mackie, betrayal,
Form: Limerick
Peacock Barbie was all that and more
Her feathers obtained at a dyed feather store
Her gown was a Mackie, through and through to the core
Her headpiece was something “simply to die for”.
Peacock barbie walked around in the highest shoes.
With those puppies on, we told her, you simply can’t lose.
She was sixteen feet tall and her waist was something I’d choose.
She is truly something! Writes out my take-over muse.
Categories:
mackie, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Darth Cay-der was a cat who understood Star Wars better than most.
She held R2D2 contests, and she was the most gracious 1970’s host.
She wore the best costumes, designed by fabulous Bob Mackie.
He was her next-door-neighbor. I am not lying, by crackie!
Darth Cay-der liked to breathe really heavy in her Darth Cay-der mask.
She was ominous and fierce some. Underneath she had her own flask.
I am pretty sure the silver container was filled with Darth Cay-der nip.
She was her own best friend. She did not care who saw her take a sip.
She shows up sometimes on my doorstep to play dress up with me.
I am always intimidated by her; she is a cat who is wild and free.
Her outer space cat-titude and I’mam the boss, sugar mama ways,
Has frightened me many a time on a number of horrifying days.
My mother has reported there is someone at the door right now.
I do not want to go look, for I think I just heard Darth Cayder’s yow!
Tell whoever it is I cannot go out today, I told my much amused mother.
Someone ran out dressed like Luke Skywalker. My fearless brother.
Categories:
mackie, cat,
Form: Rhyme
Here they come, the glamor divas with fabulous clothes.
Who will stay the latest is a tossup, none of us knows.
Gemini is wearing a glitzy headdress sprinkled with rhinestones.
Georgia is setting up the slam to awe us with her brilliant poems.
Gemini’s red satin gown is made by Bob Mackie naturally.
Low cut and scintillating it makes a splash on reality TV.
Georgia is throwing out metaphors in a fabulous display.
We are thrilled to feature these Barbies at Christmas Tree Cafe
Categories:
mackie, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
If I can come back as a plant,
I come back as a dock-mackie
With my shiny maple-like leaves,
I will give people a smackie.
I will bring my super powers
And my purple and black berries,
Delight my delightful faeries.
If I can come back as a plant,
I come back as a dock-mackie
Categories:
mackie, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Light Verse
Azure hearts turn red when oxygen hits
Yellow mood today, submarine, Beatles, sunshine.
Gypsies, tramps and thieves.
Cher in my mind, song ends, rewinds, repeats.
Her Indian outfit by Bob Mackie, pure wow.
How you dressed Cher and Carol Bob. Pure Diva.
As if we could have loved either of them anymore.
And yet we did.
Thanks to your clothes.
Green eyes. Only seven percent of the world
Reportedly has them. Hazel? Maybe. Green? Unsure.
But mine have gold flecks. Multi-colored.
No one’s eyes are exactly the same.
Mine are fading a bit, not the same as yesterday
Or maybe even two hours ago.
Tula Rula Rula. Azure hearts turning red.
But blue under the skin.
You can see that when you look at your wrist vein, right?
Dendrites are on fire today,
Free-basing, not needing any input from me
As they do not have to deal with oxygen or
Reality or anything else.
Rapidly spinning into a red and blue mood.
Patriotic feeling, in spite of things.
Categories:
mackie, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse