Mr O’Malley was rather smelly
And used to frequently fart
Mrs Kelly owned a telly
And rode in a horse and cart.
Old Joe Blogs had lots of dogs
That used to poo in his yard
While Mr Scoggs looked like a frog
And resembled a tub of lard.
Mr Bruce looked like a goose
And spent the day grazing on grass
The trouble was it made his bowels loose
And he constantly wiped his ass.
But my favourite was Mavis Davis
Who always had jam scones for tea
Then after supper she’d have a big cuppa
And do copious amounts of wee.
A wreath of melancholy clouds sigh
Sigh beneath the boundless sky
The mavis sings upon my heavy head
Of delusion love and memories embed
Ah' distinctly now I remember-
Your cold arms of dure November
Caressed the veins of crocus flower
And the mavis sang upon an odd hour
We forgot an agony in somnolent days
And the coldness in ember blaze
We loitered down the moonlit shadow
Till the edges of brazen meadow
These two hearts throbbed in coyness
In a myriad stars with such loveliness
With such loveliness you adore
But who have known its not evermore-
Whispers the naiad closer the rush of stream
To let go of her who wanders within a dream
But how with such loveliness I adore
Who I have known her forgotten lore
And I have seen her burning blush
With quite cooing of dove in gentle rush
While my breath lure in her hearts within
My dream carols and smelt her jasmine
This weary beats and my dreamy eyes
Remembers the melancholy cloud that sighs
Teddy Bear, oh Teddy Bear
You want me to stop trying to care?
hard-headed woman, don’t be cruel
I am stuck on you, like a fool
That weekend we spent in the Heartbreak Hotel
You were my good luck charm, put me under your spell
Remember the Kentucky rain? I told you to follow that dream?
I guess I was not in it, you left me sewn in a seam.
I found myself wallowing in the ghetto with burning love
A hound dog, a fool, a man who has no thoughts of above
My little sister tried to rescue me, you remember Mavis?
She reminded me about our movie called Viva Las Vegas
Anyway, you want me, I am ready to be taken away
If I can dream of anything, it is our bond, okay?
Memories of us is all I have left right now
can’t help falling in love with you since we had Moscow
My new goal is for you to love me tender and true.
We could watch American Trilogy, it is brand new.
Illuminated golden cherry blossoms had slowly descended
As the secret lovers and their wretched curse had ended.
Their souls, through the essence of magic, finally ascended.
YESTERDAY’S WISHES
I had my life all mapped out
When young and fancy-free.
I’d play soccer and cricket for England
And the fans would worship me.
I would marry Mavis Watkins,
Who really appealed to me
So I fondly carved our initials
In the bark of the old oak tree.
And, of course, I’d be a millionaire,
Known for philanthropy.
But I was blessed with two left feet.
So sport it wasn’t to be.
Miss Mavis Watkins only laughed.
Now they’ve felled that old oak tree.
And as for being a millionaire,
I’m a few noughts short you see.
So much for yesterday’s wishes.
It’s back to reality
But I have enough to get by on.
And I’m old and fancy-free
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REQUIEM
In fond memory of
Mavis Frances Klass-Rezel (RIP)
(1928 t0 2024)
A new day lights
We go on our way
Weary with long flight
Your sparkle gone away
A new dawn peers
In repose you lie
Peace clusters hope here
As we whisper sad sighs
~~~~~~~~~
O mother dear
Love lights your calm face
We weep painful tears
Pray your soul rooms with grace
Blessings abide
To help us go on
Through life’s time and tide
Today, and far beyond
~~~~~~~~~
May you find peace
In the afterlife
Where love funds kind lease
Beyond our mortal strife
Yes we recall
Your kind fond embrace
Through fest, sweet and gall
That light on your sweet face
~~~~~~~~~
Farewell dear Mum
We bid you Goodbye
May love and peace hum
Your way Home as we cry
Now as we pray
May your soul find rest
With bright rainbow rays
At the end of your quest
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2024
Singapore
The mocking is shocking
Aunty Mavis stopped rocking
Then mourners were flocking
A cavalcade blocking
The streets of South Dorking
Rumours and talking
Like vultures out squawking
Proportionate baulking
Reputation ignoring
So boring, I'm snoring
The eulogy diction
Precise in it's fiction
The perfect life stitched on
Close the sale, get the pitch done
Now the coffin is sliding
The red curtain slow gliding
Velvet box soon residing
On a mantle piece hiding
It's a travesty clearly
Distant relatives merely
Hanging round for a number
Pass the bread and cucumber
Social etiquette blunder
Now poor Mave is asunder
The circus is closing
Uncle Sid is left dozing
With sandwiches curling
The world keeps on whirling
Lesson learned: be a spender
Be a builder, defender
A love fight contender
Not reciever, but sender
All that thrift doesn't render
A relationship mender
Remember, remember
God decides where to send ya
When it's goodnight Vienna
Sam Scott
24th September 2023
It was a short drive,
Spring came and passed,
then Summer, Autumn, and Winter.
Five windows for this travelling vehicle
into each window a woman peers.
One once had the name of ‘love’,
another looks inward fearfully still.
‘Loathing’ shows her rigidly masked face,
then next, the soft glow of ‘sorrow,’
seeks to see who is driving me.
Lastly there is Mavis, she who loved fast cars,
roads and journeys.
She who sleeps with older men,
to comfort them
when the loud revving engine of death
keeps them up all night.
I could not stop playing four casino Quartermania machines in Vegas.
Totally exasperated with me was my sixteen-year-old daughter, Mavis.
At two a.m. I was dancing between them singing a song I made up.
When others approached, I gave a stink eye and shook my coin cup.
Mom, I am leaving! She finally said at a quarter until three.
That was fine, okay, I threw her my car keys. Quite all right by me.
I was up in the win zone; I had made a hundred dollars or more.
I was down to one quarter by ten minutes to four.
I looked at that danged quarter, debating about what to do.
I had not had wheels to return home since about three twenty-two.
Decided on the phone call, but I was reluctant. I called husband Cleo.
I used a most charming voice, "Honey, want to have breakfast at Rio?”
I could not stop playing four casino Quartermania machines in Vegas.
Totally exasperated with me was my sixteen-year-old daughter, Mavis.
At two a.m. I was dancing between them singing a song I made up.
If anyone approached I gave them the stink eye and shook my coin cup.
Mom, I am leaving! She finally said at a quarter until three.
That was fine, okay, I threw her the keys. Quite all right by me.
I was up in the win zone, I had made a hundred dollars or more.
I was down to one quarter by ten minutes to four.
I looked at that danged quarter, debating about what to do.
I had not had wheels to return home since about three twenty-two.
I finally decided on the phone call, but I was reluctant. I called husband Cleo.
I asked in my sweetest, most charming voice, “Want to have breakfast at the Rio?”
Mavis makin
Sausage bacon
Kevin cravin
Pancake syrup
Can't wait for breakfast
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
- The Villanelle Of David Torment of Mavis’ Chill Autumn Night Plight-
Mavis couldn't stop thinking about the chill
burr, twas just so autumn of a night
But she could never forget the frill
Cold morning, Mavis was shocked by the freeze
She found herself feeling rather light
Mavis couldn't stop thinking about the crisp leaves
Later, Mavis was spooked by a birds bill
She thought the situation had become rather recondite
But she could never be so still
David tried to distract her with his will
Said her mind had become too white
Mavis couldn't stop thinking about the chill
Mavis took action as the bird fulfill
The chill was like a toxic fight
See the bird wind forgot the downhill
Mavis nosedived like a night spill
her mind turned into a plight
Mavis cold and shaken couldn't stop thinking about the chill
But she could never forget the chill
Of a soon to been in days colder cold, cold winter’s months night
12/12/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
'Neath this sod dwells Mavis who suffered many a phobia
Makes one wonder how she's handling claustrophobia
All I know of my namesake
is a photograph
a young attractive
smiling woman
with long red hair
holding me
beside it in my mother's handwriting
"...(called after) ten days old"
Grandma says otherwise
That I am named for her sister
who had a twin
who changed her name
from Mavis to Sheila
to not have two in her class
I looked up my name
it is Gaelic in origin
meaning gentle spirit beloved one
to which I add
denied
I think I will be Mavis instead
3/11/19
What's In A Name Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
There once was a songbird named Mavis Hood,
Who yearned to be a star in Hollywood.
'Twas a forgone conclusion,
That this was an illusion.
I wished I could sing, now I wish she could!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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