T'was criminal being so short.
That miniskirt's surely guilty of causing whiplash.
Nobody dared try stop it.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Sally’s dog weighs less than my purse
She wants to bring him over to meet my dogs
They’ll think he is their lunch.
my dogs weigh 110 pounds each
they stare at this mini-dog
I bet they think he is a cat
but smaller
maybe a mouse?
If they step on his head it will kill him.
down my straw slides a mini gorilla
a sassy, saucy, delightful fella
his trousers are pink, his shirt is yellah
he swam in my malt; this mini gorilla
red poppies
wave at sunset clouds
hills aflame
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water rills
leaves drifting lively -
liquid gold
* - "water rills" ... decorative canals where water flows through
Minnie mini horse
no taller than a poodle
~ won't rock a saddle
AP: 2nd place 2025
Zebras are clever little horses with stripes
They know how to discharge without having to wipe
They say pigs roll in the mud so as to get clean
My wife keeps trying mudpacks if you know what I mean
A cow’s tail is a very effective fly-swatter
Remember to first ask the butcher to slaught-her
When I saw in the kitchen-sink a whale of a snail
I called the Doc – Never mind our daughter looks pale
“Honey, you promised to kill that June-bug, remember?”
“Oh, yeah… You asked me last June, and now it’s December”
Dog rhymes with hog, which in turn rhymes with frog
But only one lives on a lily in a swamp called a bog
My vet told me my new cat would have up to nine lives
A Queen Bee snatched ‘em all when she flew out of her hive
Twist on Grimms’ Fairy Tale ‘Cat and Mouse in Partenership’
Clever cat in guise of a friend
seduced a timid mouse ,
inviting her to live in his house
pretending to be her spouse
with aim to kill her at end.
Cat gave her assurance
‘ Good food I have managed
It is my skill and challenge.
Have dinner as I have arranged.
Mouse smelt no bad essence.
At nook of church in outskirt
mouse came to stay with cat.
From church cat stole a pot of fat.
Fat was full of energy : instant.
Cat offered mouse to eat first.
Mouse started to take fat in joy
Cat was getting ready to attack
He was lifting paw from back.
By mistake he hit the pot to crack.
Mouse finished full fat to enjoy.
What a wonder ! Magic to play.
Mini mouse growing big and bigger
turning to Macro mouse with vigour.
casting cruel scary glances in rigour.
Cat comparable as Mini, fled away.
Our friends and family form stars in a mini-universe…
A universe where joy and sorrow are shared.
Their stars are constantly orbiting our star
while our star orbits theirs.
Some of the stars are bright
while others have a softer hue.
Some of the stars have been orbiting a long time
while other stars are new.
Some of the stars are gone now
their light we can no longer see…
shooting stars who have landed
in our hearts periphery.
One of the beauties of our life
that keeps our star aglow
is knowing every day there is a chance
for our universe to grow.
And knowing there is something
that will always make us smile…
when the orbits of our stars come together
If only for a little while.
How like Eliot it is in tone.
Even the landscape has the grime
of London in each line. I must have been
no more than nineteen when I wrote
the poem caught in the spell of his hypnotic
rhythm and rhymes.
The bright, clean air of my home
was seen through the filter
of a foreign fog, his soulful exhaustion
washed a gray tide across my youth.
He stood as a monument in whose shadow
nothing could grow.
Prufrock haunted the back alleys
of my mind, a rebel almost in the guise
of a comic. He was hardly me
in a world of pub rock and cold beers
on lazy, sun drenched Aussie afternoons -
no rolled up trousers but instead,
reefers, flared pants and mini skirts
and a future balanced on the whim
of a conscription ballot
hanging over my head.
I have a mini pygmy now
Oh wow, I said. Oh Wow, oh Wow.
I had no idea what a pygmy is.
A pig? A puppy? A snake with whiz?
It looks like a mini donkey he said.
He must have gotten inside my head.
Every second of
every day you remind
me of myself
Are you one of them, that never fails
to disgust me, sitting across from me
on public transportation, talking trash
to a dog's head, sticking out of a
knock off over-sized Louis Vuitton.
Are you one of those people,
parked on a park bench, on a sunny afternoon,
crowded eatery, or maybe walking the mall
looking for bargains, sipping a six dollar latte
from Starbucks?
I see you with your designer mini mutts,
heads sticking out of those carriers,
bows in their sometimes dyed hair, rhinestone
or diamond studded collars, polished nails.
You talking to them as if they understand.
Sometimes I wish I had a gun, others
a knife would easily do.
At the doctor’s office
I spend time observing the others
They have no idea I am doing it
For I am staring at my phone, instead of them
Taking sneak peek glances.
no one sees me anyway.
At seventy-one-years-young I am invisible now
a daddy walks in carrying his three-year-old son
they are wearing similar attire
blue shirts, kaki cargo cutoff shorts, Nike flip flops
Child sings a dah-dah song in a joyful way.
They got called to see the doctor.
I see they run the same way too.
- He passed by the needle... !
-because he was skinny...!
- No, because he had no sin...
But, but, he was a sinner...
-not at the time ... he had received pardon ...
he was on parole...
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