Inspired by the song Bones, by Imagine Dragons
Gimme, gimme, gimme some trick or treat
I’m standin’ right here, lookin’ at you
An Abba Zabba is all I need (ooh)
The grim reaper can’t take my life,
Cuz’ I’m already a skeleton on your porch
With a thousand Abba Zabbas (ooh).
My patience is waning
Is this entertaining?
Our patience is waning
Is this entertaining?
I-I-I got this feeling, yeah, you know
Where I'm losing all control
'Cause my costume is skeleton bones
and I really want a Tootsie Roll
Make it sweet, don’t throw stones,
Watch me shake my skeleton bones
Playing with a stick of bubble-gum, all right.
My bones aren’t black and gray. They’re white.
Hit me with a Snickers bar – outta sight! (ooh, oh)
Feeling like a Three Musketeers munching
Or a Crackle bar a-crunching
How bout hitting me with a double,
If it isn’t too much trouble.
My patience is waning
Is this entertaining?
Our patience is waning
Is this entertaining?
For me and my pals, it's many long years.
We grew up, married, and we have careers.
These guys remind me of when
'twas the best candy bar then.
A double toast to the three musketeers!
AGES
Three wise men
Were not kings
But Herod-sent
Three musketeers
Were four, not three
But one for all
And all for one
Blyton’s famous five
Including the dog
Had kids’ adventures
That were popular
All good in the end
Cosmic rays catalyzed their mission
Mister Fantastic, Reed, led the group
He could stretch like atomic fission.
He bent and flexed to assist the troupe.
Before, girlfriend, later fiancé,
Invisible Woman made impact.
Sue's force field had significant splay
and her bombastic blasts were exact.
Johnny, the Human Torch, struck a name.
As Sue's brother, he was in the know,
used his powers to generate flame.
His embers turned a spark to a glow.
Oh, the monstrous Thing, friend to them all,
grumpy and grouchy but super strong.
He would have been grand with a football.
Stone-like durable flesh and headstrong.
More diversified team you won't find.
Like musketeers, they are one for all
These are the outcasts of humankind,
when need arises, we give them a call.
crusades are on again the musketeers yelled in a delighted way
They gathered their comrades and fighters from fields and the bay
There was rejoicing in the streets as the throng came together.
They were ready to fight a battle in any kind of unholy weather.
We will kick them, stomp them, punch them in their ugly mugs.
They were chanting their song as they drank from their beer laden jugs.
We will hit them, hurt them, make them cry and run away!
A thrilling excitement went through the mob on this fateful day.
But wait, what about religion? Someone asked. Does it have to apply.
I don’t think it has to, maybe, not sure, now they were wondering why.
Why were they ready to fight? To maim? To kill? To take lives? To slay?
feelings that wore off as they began chanting to each other in a happy way.
Crusades are on! Come join us! They yelled to eager youth in town after town.
They loved being the instigators of a fight that would get their enemies down.
We will hit them, hurt them, make them cry and run away!
Religion does not have to enter into this in any way. Come on. Join our fray!
Angela Lansbury has perished after living for nearly ninety-seven years.
In 1948, she starred in "State Of The Union" and "The Three Musketeers".
When she starred as a murderess in "Please Murder Me!", her co-star was Raymond Burr.
She is best known for starring in "Murder, She Wrote" and people will always remember her.
She starred in "Death On The Nile", "Lace" and "The Mirror Crack'd".
Angela became famous because talent wasn't something she lacked.
Many will remember her as "Jessica Fletcher" which was a role that she portrayed for many years.
Angela is dead and when her friends and family attend her funeral, they will grieve and shed tears.
[Dedicated to Angela Lansbury (1925-2022) who died on October 11, 2022]
People have the wrong impression of your life;
Seems you never liked your father’s second wife.
You let the prayers of childhood go unsaid;
Spent a humid adolescence in an unmade bed.
Your sisters always tended to their chores,
Then they’d have to find the time to finish yours.
While you would pick narcissus by the pond,
Thinking how you’d look much better as a platinum blonde.
All your fantasies of cartoon musketeers
Drape like curtains in the space between your ears,
As though to catch the echo of a thought
Before it can distract you from the shoes you’ve bought.
One should only wear glass slippers to a ball
If the dancing floor has carpet wall to wall.
Don’t tango down and down those darkened stairs,
Or take the clock for granted as if midnight cares.
Now the dirt that’s on the paving stone today
Ain’t the kind you take your broom and sweep away.
The Prince is busy looking for his Queen,
While you work hard to get your reputation clean.
Three’s not the one but marks the start,
Well rounding up the winners’ chart.
It glorifies three musketeers,
It uplifts with three jolly cheers.
Three plus some – is quite entangled
Pertaining not to” love triangle” –
I dare to deem it a strange sport,
More of an acrobatic sort.
Three’s entity exudes out loud-
Two’s company, three is a crowd.
There won’t be a Valentine
Without a charm of three-word line.
It earned a cool and sharp degree -
Expanded vision of 3 D!
Not big but boisterous, no doubt
Upon three strikes the one is out.
The smallest, odd and in its prime
Deserves a title of “Sublime”.
If with such placement you agree
I’m joining in, count me three.
February 10, 2021
I
Moon is a Necco
Wafer, Sugar Babies, we
‘Neath the Milky Way.
II
Yorks, the Musketeers!
The Swedish Fish froth away
From the Whopper Balls.
III
The dark side of Mars,
The Salt Kiss on the Heath,
No mint’s on the bed.
It’s all for fun, fun for all, brothers, three
Like musketeers, they’re bound by oath and blood.
To Mom, the rules are all a mystery,
Their games are equal parts laughter and mud.
With rapier-like sticks in little hands,
Imaginary evils they must fight.
They gallop ‘cross the yard to foreign lands.
Be wary, minions, of this trio’s might!
Then, victory declared, they march inside,
Their weapons safely placed outside the door,
To brag, to boast of all who lived and died,
And pledge, come the morrow, there will be more.
Then fed and washed and resting ‘til the morn
When brave adventure sounds again its horn!
First day at my hostel
Entered into a wrong room
And then the warden headed me to G-18
That was the moment when everything changed
I could not recognize but it happened
Not just with me
But also with the other two musketeers
Who were waiting for my arrival
There were many memories to be made by us
That is we the three musketeers
I met them one by one
In the early days, we could not make it much
But it just took 2-3 weeks to fall for each other
And to laugh out loud when others used to fall
And here we did not stop
We held our hands together and moved on
Every situation every moment
We three stayed together
And we promised to stay forever
First is dumb, second is crazy and the third is mature enough
We three again are enough for each other
The dumb girl changed and got mature
The crazy one found her goal and moved on
And the mature one learned to act crazy and dumb
At last, we are together and we will stay forever
May we go to any corner of this world
But we will always remember and love each other
How Sweet It Is
Walking down the Rocky Road
Pay Day! Skor! 100 Grand in hand
Passing the Three Musketeers
The Chunky Jolly Rancher, Mike and Ike
The Smarties with Boston Baked Beans for brains
Products of 5th Avenue
Lifesavers in business
Wise butt Goobers at heart
Their Hot Tamales are the best
I would run a Marathon for a bag
But at a 100 Grand a pop
It’s a luxury only for Now and Later
How Sweet It Is Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Carol Connel
10/3/18
It seemed that poor Candy was doomed
Always looking for Mr. Good Bar
Every Mike and Ike in the book
She had dated yet none would go far
Indeed, she finds only Airheads
Like that old Jolly Rancher last week
She wouldn’t know the Three Musketeers
If they came up and kissed her on the cheek
She’s not shopping on 5th Avenue
If you really know what I mean
Hangin’ round with the Hot Tamales
And night clubs are just not her scene
This Marathon of a man hunt
Searching all of the known Milky Way
Has lead her to nothing but Goobers
Oh, when will she have her Pay Day
Her friends have been her Lifesavers
And one day we know she will Skor
She should Take5, let love come to her
Now and Later, for evermore
The rocky road of childhood lingers on
And still I hear the echoes of those nerds.
A galaxy away and yet so near,
I was the dove and they the preying birds.
Hey, 'chunky', ' lemonhead' they'd shout at me
And snickers would resound throughout the yard,
'Three Musketeers', 'The Smarties' they were called
They knew the skor, their taunts would leave me scarred.
The lies they told, the whoppers, made me cry
Take 5 one said as fist beat on my chest
At zero was my self-esteem back then
Their spree of ridicule was not suppressed.
Oh Henry!, now the years have rolled on by
Yet bitter, recollections still endure,
The starburst of your youth too soon was quenched
Pay day will come for them, you can be sure.
27/09/18
'How sweet it is' poetry contest : Sponsored by: Carol Connell
The greatest windfall payday of my life,
bar none, was when I won the lottery.
My l00 grand would help me reach my dreams
for years to come. I moved from Rocky Road
to grand Fifth Avenue. I vowed, “I’ll live,
both now and later, like a king. I’m owed
paid leave from work. My bosses, all those nerds,
will envy me. I’ll take 5 trips this year
with two close friends; three musketeers we’ll be!”
***********************
The third trip ended my wild spending spree.
I’m back at work. I’ve mounds of past-due bills
and zero balance from my last year’s win,
but while it lasted—I HAD SUCH A BLAST!
Date: September 25, 2018
Contest Title: How Sweet It Is
Sponsor: Carol Connell
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