which witch am I looking for? I asked my cousin again.
The prettiest one with blue hair, he said, with a heart-shaped chin.
I did not think I would ever find her in this witch coven so big
But she was the only one with blue hair, her name was Mig.
I introduced myself and invited her to my Halloween bash
She thanked me so much, her ribboned hair was as pretty as a sash
She told me that a creepy guy had been bothering her; I asked his name
It was my cousin; she could not attend the party; not such a shame.
Ghost?
Legend.
MiG pilot,
air avenger,
real or imagined,
Ukrainian hero
who protects the skies of Kyiv.
First 21st-century ace,
defender of YOUR democracy.
What he gives his people can't be measured.
Squirrely squiggly
Toughly Triggly
Whirly Wiggily
Girly Giggily
Laughingly happy
Graphing her Gaffy
Draffingly Draffy
Slappily slappy
Nonsensical verse
Comically inverse
Maniacally reverse
Fanatically converse
Piggily pig
Jiggily jig
Miggily mig
Squiggily squig
Gervi Guinea Pig's arrogance preceded him into every room.
He thought he was the utmost most of every meeting Zoom.
He was arrogant and pompous, thought he was too handsome to die
I rolled my eyes, as his nose walked by, always enormously high
Some tried to get me to say what I thought of this guinea pig.
But I did not think it was any of their business, especially Walter Mig.
Walter wanted me to incriminate myself, but I closed my mouth instead.
Confidentially, I thought Gervi Guinea Pig had a gigantic head.
Dry Dry Dry
There's a beer river up at San Miguel. We went up there to the brown river. A little wooden boat carried our souls. Not to safety. We all fell into the beer river! I was floundering so bad. The three others couldn't save me; nor me them. Beer engulfed us. It was each to their own. Save your skin. Not before drinking your fill. The others preferred San Mig Lite. I had Red Horse. I was called Lucky as I spied a bottle of Happy Horse. I swear the horse was smiling. We drank the San Miguel river ing dry dry dry. I burped when I was done. Drank my fill. As had the rest. I staggered shoreward. Leaving our upturned boat on river bed. If you read this, tell them we drank the San Mig river dry dry dry. And it don't exist no more. Except in myth and legend. So I'll spare you the Antipolo Jeepney ride there. Don't go looking for it. We drank the San Mig river dry dry dry.
Forfaldne hav
En gang
fra havet
kom til mig en dråbe forsigtigt
suk:
- Jeg elsker dig lang tid.
Jeg gjorde kun en omfattende gåtur
at se på dig
fordi jeg ikke kunne dø
uden at kigge på dig en gang før,
med min frygt for at miste dig senere.
"Nu møder vi og ser,
vi er ikke så adskilte,
se på den enorme krumning,
Samholdet af alt så perfekt!
Hvad angår mig og dig,
det uimodståelige hav adskiller os
tager os lidt tid væk,
selvom det ikke altid kan afvige os:
vær ikke utålmodig - en kort plads
og vær sikker på at jeg hilser luften,
jorden og havet,
hver dag ved solnedgang
for din elskede årsag, min kærlighed.
We dropped anchor that morn in Bacuit Bay.
I wanted to make El Nido our stay,
Philippine paradise where white sand beach
and many near out coral reefs do lay.
Matinloc Island crevice hard to reach
underwater door I wanted to breach
leading to “pristine place of paradise.”
Often I’ve heard it said sight’s beyond speech.
Until then, they say Swiftlet’s Inn is nice
On Balinsasayaw Road, very good price.
I don’t want to sleep on the yacht this night
but enjoy a San Mig Light cold as ice.
Jean, my new won bride, will think it’s alright,
She’ll like Puerto’s Underground River sight.
Ode To The Acorn
Oh
lit
tle ACORN ON the
ground, YOU ARE not
A JOKE...FOR EVERY
WHERE THAT YOU
ARE FOUND,Will
grow one mig
hty OAK!
!
Deborah Burch©12.26.16
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Form:concrete
It was fun I couldn't resist,
An adventurous trip by office guys,
And so I lied to my wife!
She would not try and understand,
Monotony at workplace we face in our life,
And so I lied to my wife !
Imagine I can't come out of the hiding,
Since to Malaysia by hijacked MIG I flied,
Friends and home, scared of the plight,
Just as I lied to my wife !
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