Meister Poems - Poems about Meister

New marching orders issued from comandante Bergen meister After proper manager distributed the latest bulletin to all the residents at Highland Manor, plus wrinkled her nose at noxious odor (explained at length below) purportedly emanating from unit B44, we (myself and the missus) felt in our lovely bones, an imminent inspection in the offing, certain as Santa Ana winds blow strong, dry, and warm from inland...

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Cuddle Meister built a special bed for princess Bea. She sleeps differently than the likes of you and me. Bea is a monarch, she was birthed from parents of royalty. She will sleep well tonight said the Cuddle Meister. You will see....

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The cat was crazy, so we named him Craze Meister Threes. He was irrational, a fire ball who took down Christmas Trees. Why did you name him Three’s? My mother asked concerned. It’s because he has three times three lives, we easily discerned. Craze Meister Threes was a runaway tornado and storm. He took no prisoners, and kept...

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She is the sue-meister of the neighborhood. She has sued almost all of us. We do not invite her to our neighborhood barbeques any more Possibly for this reason Or it could be because she is caustic and mean It is a toss-up really....

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Would you take a dollar? No. Okay. Thanks. Would you take a fifty-cent piece? No. Okay. Thanks. Would you take a quarter? No. Okay. Thanks. The haggler has no idea how to haggle really, the vendor thinks, not realizing she gets more things for a dollar, a fifty cent piece and a quarter than anyone else in the world. The buyer leaves with her dollar intact. There is...

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