UPON REFLECTION
WAS A TRUMP MISDIRECTION
LIKE BLEACH INJECTION
The score was even, nine to nine.
Coach said they were doing just fine.
The Ref tripped and fell,
released a fierce yell,
"Stick that puck where the sun don't shine!"
I know that it was meant for me
That kiss she planted one, two, three
I’m gonna blame that Mistletoe
Who put it there, I’d like to know
I thought I had it all worked out
My friend and I, we had no doubt
He had that Mistletoe in hand
And he would hang it where I stand
You see that way when she arrived
Under its leaves, I could have dived
And then her winsome kiss, I’d know
For all to see, we’d be on show
But
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
Who could have done this, I’d like to know
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
My friend wouldn’t do this, this is so low
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
Who could have done this, I’d like to know
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
I’d like to find him, I may as well go!
If I find out it was my friend
I’ll never speak to him again
He knows that I’m a quiet guy
And that I’m really very shy
I needed so to break the ice
That would have been so very nice
Instead some other’s Christmas lips
Are glowing as their heartbeat skips
It was a Mistletoe Mishap
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a crumpled skymap
lost broomstick? No, misplaced spells~
Halloween mishap
A WARDROBE MISHAP
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There once was a squirrel named Marilyn,
In a dress made of white, she was a twirlin’.
With a gust of fresh air on her derriere,
She danced with nary a care,
And the male squirrels cheered, “You’re a sexy darlin’!”
But one day, as she twirled and leapt with delight,
Her dress caught a branch in mid-flight.
With a flap and a flap,
She fell in a snap—
And the other squirrels erupted in fright!
Yet Marilyn laughed, brushed off her dress,
“Just a wardrobe mishap, I confess!
But the breeze, oh so sweet,
Makes my heart skip a beat,
In my fashionable attire, I have such finesse!”
I got crashed; I became crashed;
There must be some reason;
I endured when I was lashed;
Still, all slandered me of treason.
I get flown by the Pilot,
Who, too, succumbed with me;
Tooth and nail he had fought,
But who won was destiny.
It’s a world that’s too strange,
Of course, in the negative way;
Slaughter is beyond my range;
I can’t even think of it any day.
Sometimes, I become free,
Free to have a vivid voice;
None can escape from destiny
That snatches our each rejoice.
None ever thank me for my aid,
When they approach their destination;
In dire disgrace I am laid;
Well, there’s no procrastination.
I lost my all; I lost my life;
I failed to land on London;
Humanity’s too full of strife;
All, all become too undone.
How could I save them all?
I, too, had to die in the crash;
I took off; then I did fall;
Then occurred the brutal lash.
It’s too easy to blame on me, right?
Well, I won’t justify my innocence,
Because I was bereft of any might
That could arouse our prudence.
The tragic end haunts my spirit still;
Is there none, none to mourn on me?
Like a candle, I did try all to fill
Up, but…again … destiny!
There once was a buxom lass, Suzy May
Went in the sea on a hot August day
She got out, there was laughter
And all stares were upon her
A freak wave had put her boobs on display...
Yule dinner mishap.
Menu chosen, peon chef;
Lactose –explosion!
Penguin was embarrassed because he had fallen through the ice.
He had not done it only one time, he had done it thrice.
Anchorage Alaskan penguins cheered and yelled “one more time!”
He became a hero of sorts, so he felt a bit more sublime.
Now on a roll, he decided to try to break the ice.
He jumped on it hard, but it was as solid as blackjack dice.
He tried again, and the other penguins cheered him on.
Not embarrassed now, he began skating on the pond.
A spark erupts, setting alight a formidable flame.
Casting ascending vivid flickers of amber gleaming.
Ignited fervor, unbeknownst from whence it came.
The ominous blaze glares through the windows beaming.
A thunderous crackle incites a violent burn.
Engaged by inferno, timber joists integrity weakens.
As smoke engulfs the structural core in turn.
Roaring fevered holocaust ensues the blight it beacons.
Heroic sirens wail in desperation, hastily traversing town.
To cease the fiery devastation, cast upon the vastly disintegrating abode.
With forceful halt upon arrival, a bursting hose aimed toward the chateau's fallen crown.
Blasts of saturation work to snuff the flames encapsulating trusses, frame, and lode.
Now left with smoldering embers, a result of amnesic mistake.
A forgotten glowing candle, leaving destruction in its wake.
A plump woman lived in New York
At Christmas dinner, ate much beef and pork,
Adding kilos to her fat
On a chair as she sat,
It broke down with a sudden creak
Secured the eighth position
I Need a Good Laugh:
Christmas Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Andrea Dietrich
Oh, the pain of getting a thumb struck
Is not overshadowed by feeling dumbstruck
When a car door is slammed on a finger
There is no logical reason to linger
Taking a pain pill as soon as possible
In this case is perfectly permissible
Soaking in ice is always helpful, too
But I don’t know what else to do!
written August 12, 2021
especially for "Dumbstruck" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Charles Messina
The Irish pipe band played Amazing Grace
Their drum major showed his skills with the mace
In the air he threw it
But misjudged and blew it
When it came down and hit him in the face...
Written 22 February 2021.
Trump and Mental Mishap
What Trump should do is call it a wrap,
Now that his mind moved off the map;
Always wrong;
Would prolong;
Had been destroyed in a mental mishap.
Jim Horn
My feline was asleep on my lap,
just enjoying her midday cat nap.
She fell off the chair,
then turned with a glare,
and proceeded to give me a slap.
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