If I had a marshmallow shooter, I would pelt my friend
Her craving for marshmallows would come to an end.
These soft squishy sticky sweets would be all over her lawn
And stuck to every sweater and dress she tried on
I would make sure there were marshmallows in her hair.
She would have to take them with her everywhere.
I would give her minis, and the colored ones too.
By the end of the day, she would despise this goo.
Categories:
minis, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Eerily eager evil enigma elevated eleven renaming egg land.
Meager minis liked their initial idea eggplant ready.
Beefily blatantly weird in a diddly extra wiggly way.
I was ready, reved, relieved and willing my elevated eight.
black anklet twelve will enter evil eggland
Categories:
minis, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: I do not know?
See the girls on the corner
In tight tanks
And micro minis
Popping gum
Locking eyes
Driving boys wild
See the sunlight
Outline their curls in gold
Memories of youth
In the Suburban wastes
Walking the streets at night
Running with the summer moon
Categories:
minis, addiction, age, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
The two black and white mini-twins seemed surprised beyond surprised.
Their mouths were open like codfish in the middle of a yell.
These babies were stacked on top of each other when they caught my eye.
Black-eyed babies, with elongated mouths showing a startle that fell.
“Don’t touch that!” My mommy screamed at me, as I began to reach
Now I was startled, just trying to comfort them, to take away their blue.
“They are dangerous!” she and my grandmother in unison shrieked.
They are twin-minis, I thought, having no fear at all, being two.
Categories:
minis, family, funny, humor, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
I wish I was a horse, said man
So man went ahead and invented a car.
I wish I was a bird, said man
So man went ahead and invented a plane.
I wish I was a brain, said man
So man went ahead and created IBM, UNIVAC, APPLE, inventing
mainframes and minis and micro-minies and PCs and desktops and
laptops and notebooks and tablets and I-pads and smartphones and AI and...
I wish I still had something I wish I was, said man
So he lay down on his pillow and drifted off and dreamed...
Categories:
minis, dream, future, longing,
Form: Verse
Who killed the cat? Not me!
I didn't do that, no siree.
I killed the bunny
And thought it was funny
But didn't make the cat go splat.
Who killed the cat? Did you?
Fed her to the tiger in the zoo?
I killed your momma
Cuz you killed my lama
So did you kill the old cat too?
Who left the cat quite dead?
An arrow sticking through her head!
We all drove our minis
To run over guineas
But who killed the cat instead?
Categories:
minis, animal, cat, death, mother,
Form: Rhyme
It began with no clothes at all
When mankind heard natures call
But fig leaves began to cover parts
As modesty formed within their hearts.
Finally, shirts and skirts were worn
With beards and haircuts neatly shorn
Itchy wools began to oppress
Fashion evolved, toward undress.
Minis came showing every space
As fashion fought to find its place
So, now we have been forced to dress
In clothes that mirror much distress.
Torn tattered jeans with ragged holes
Mismatched with skimpy camisoles
We dress for work with tees and flops
And stupid sayings on our tops.
I wonder will reason e’re return
With taste and dignity, I yearn
For us to think before we dress
And not look like we are homeless!
Categories:
minis, fashion, humorous, life,
Form: Rhyme
In the garden of commitment...
poised on their big yellow flower...
which was kissed by the sun...
during each waking hour.
Sat our newlywed fairies...
whose story was told...
how they both rose above...
their challenging roads.
They began a new life as fairy couples do...
and to their commitment...
they both have stayed true.
Inside the she fairy a new life had grown...
and during this time...
they were never alone.
Watched over by spirit fairy Heather Fantasia...
along with the help...
of her cousin Larryelfasia.
Jericho Minis is the new he fairies name...
as he cried out when born...
" Remember my name!"
My wings will grow strong...
with each passing day...
I'll live life to the fullest...
in the true fairy way.
P.R.Deremer
Categories:
minis, baby, child, fairy,
Form: I do not know?
Creating the canvas with silken thread
Each day with different colours weaving
On whitest linen in smallest stitches
The complexity of life I’m living
Red jelly and custard birthday parties
a childhood spent in lonely play
Crepe paper hats and satin costumes
Kite flying on a windy day
Sunshine yellow of early teen years
Pop idol screaming in the park
Hot pants, boas, and minis and maxis
Cow bells, music, moon walks in the dark
Shocking pink in early womanhood
living dangerously on last tube home
first job jitters, first date delights
while family snaps to monochrome
Rich dark purple of dreams destroyed
Bleeding wounds traced in crimson thread
Tear tracks, pills, and Empty purses
Disillusioned, discarded, life filled with dread
But then the scarlet of surrender
The blush of finding first true love
Warmth of babes, new lives beginning
The tangerine joy of motherhood
Now the lavender skein is needed
As the empty phase begins
How my coloured garden sows those
Wild brown wrinkles on the skin
The final years with wizened fingers
forging murals bittersweet
‘til only the blackest thread remains
the tapestry will be complete
Categories:
minis, age, life,
Form: Rhyme
My thighs were always way too fat
Back in my younger days.
It really wasn’t fair at all
Since minis were the craze.
But that was many years ago;
I’ve lost a bit of weight
And all of me is thin enough
So styles cooperate.
Except I never realized
When I thought that life was simpler
That older thighs, despite their size,
Are ugly, loose and dimpler!
Categories:
minis, body,
Form: Rhyme