Da Vinci so famed for his 'Mona'
this Lisa is such an enigma
My preference is his first painted face
hence a clerihew pic with such grace
Known for Venus is Bottecelli
With hair so very carefree
A birth so imaginatively interpretative
rightly an conic superlative
I would have clobbered him, one said.
you should have smashed his face in said another
two violent women who have never wed
More advice for the young bride, Terry.
You should have pulverized him, I would have.
Expert advice from two women who would never marry.
When Filey's rebel rousing rats,
Were terrorising local cats,
Who would not engage in rodent wars
Refusing even, to go outdoors.
No match for rats, that scavenge scraps,
Instead they sat on old maids laps.
While alley cats who acted tough,
Those rabid rats ignored their bluff.
Until George Burton's name, became folklore
When he destroyed those vermin, by the score.
And with his most aggressive stance,
Those rodents simply, never had a chance.
Then he would say, when quite certain.
Another one's down, it's gone for a Burton.
1/ 10/ 2022.
This is a rather whimsical tribute to the pest controller
George Burton. Who helped the town of Filey North Yorkshire
to maintain health and safety. As a request from his granddaughter.
Maids-Housekeepers
of maids and housekeepers.
Are groups of clean reapers
This can be any tropes.
can be any genre.
Cleaning whole home, from porch to kitchen
Washing, windows, walls and dishes
8/1/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
For North Omaha Writer's Group/ N.O.W. GROUP
W.I.P. (Work In Progress) 7/28/20
Alone with fifty men six months at sea
torture, this womanless monotony
after lusty dreams
follow lurid schemes
curvaceous manatees look good to me
©8/1/2018
for –Sea Tales Limericks – Poetry Contest
Pretty milk maids stand on the floor
A jug of milk in each hand to pour
It's not what they wear
or the milk that they share
It's the size of their jugs we adore
The maids danced in the floral field.
So pretty were they in the sun.
Their bashfulness was slow to yield.
The maids danced in the floral field
With happiness while church bells pealed.
That happy day was filled with fun.
The maids danced in the floral field.
So pretty were they in the sun.
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1/24/2017
Contest - January 2019, Week 2,
Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor - Brian Strand
1st place win
FisherMAN,
SeaMAN,
Even KINGfisher-
All men-
Angered women made Seamaids!
The eight merry maids of Montrose
Quite vexed that they can't touch their toes
began a regime
they worked as a team
but by Fall could just touch their nose
Discouraged they wept and just sat
Why couldn't they trim all that fat?
the plan was supreme
they all had a dream
Their plan was to eat cake and chat !
Maids.
Yesterday I saw an old fashion milk maid
coming out of the cowshed she carried
a pail of milk in her left arm, the grip so
firm fingers used to squeezing cows long
teats twice a day… and she was followed
by five cats with erect tails….
She is the last of a vanishing group of stout
women who smell of cream and honey.
She had an open freckled face and sunlight
danced on her Monroe lips; too late now
for me, milking machines quite obscene,
a Fata Morgana? When I blinked she vanished.
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