The children snuggled and
tucked themselves into bed
as Nanny Agatha crept into
the dark room.
She wore a sharp, wicked grin
as she pulled a wooden bowl
from her apron.
Inside sat bruised, oozing
apples, completely covered
in fuzzy green mold and decay.
"Time for your bedtime treat,"
she hissed, her voice sounding
like dry, scraping autumn leaves.
She held a sour, rotten slice toward
little Tommy as she began her eerie
tale.
Her story was about a wicked witch
who trapped children inside deep,
black wells.
The brothers stared at the bitter, slimy
fruit, their hearts racing with glowing
dread.
"Watch every bite," Nanny whispered,
her shadow stretching long across their
shaking shoulders.
The bedroom windows rattled violently
as the foul stench of the fruit filled the
air.
She blew out the candle, leaving
them trapped in the dark with her
endless, unsettling story.
Mary Poppins
came elegantly
down to Earth
on obliging clouds.
powdering her nose.
Along with her wealth
of imagination,
she carried her carpet bag.
Other nannies
blew away with
flailing, flapping,
black, boring
umbrellas, more
useless than parasols.
There is only
one Julie Andrews.
All children
deserve her lessons.
Greydar nap, second wind,
Wind swept rain, all good,
Good for plants, no sweat,
Sweat sun, good in hood!
(Loop poem).
I'm a bad boy, and it is uncanny
How I always get hit on my fanny.
If I could get my paws...
What I mean, Santa Claus -
I wish Julie Andrews for my nanny.
We Love the Nanny
Promise me. Not a word to anyone.
I think I'm in love with the nanny.
She's young and vibrant and dark.
I'm blooming in her midnight garden.
My wires spark. My heart's ignited.
Keep it secret. Not a word to anyone.
I, the blue-eyed, bright haired reprobate,
A product of the nanny state,
raised on free-to-air TV
and value cans of rice pudding,
lament the current climate
on a tiresome bus ride home,
glasses fogged from temperature change and
watch the world flit idly by.
Thoughts of evening news linger inside,
despair and poverty,
people just like me,
like old, rotten cladding,
crumbling under social pressure.
Us nanny state kids,
council-estate bred
with ideas above our stations,
are a damp squib on far right projections
of lazy people addled with benefits,
mass-producing offspring
in our small council-owned factory homes.
The future of this Divided Nation
lies in the hands, hearts and minds
of breadline babies and charity children.
It lies with the people
who traverse dangerous waters
in plastic boats, entrusting
their lives to the ocean
instead of guaranteeing their demise
on unstable land.
The nanny state has a habit
of mollycoddling, smothering
its most vulnerable with
all the extra support they need
to make their short time
on this sodden planet
just
a
little
more
bearable.
Guys have been praising Jenny
Bent on marrying poor Lenny
At hill tops "I love Lenny,
Whose bank account reads Penny!"
Not that he has not any
But women gasp for many
And Jenny's needs damned many
Still rejected Rich Kenny,
Who himself hates a Nanny:
Wedding one thinks uncanny.
USA is morphing into the CCP.
No more beloved gas stove for thee!
1/10/2023
Growling Panagiota
Is that the dalmatian nanny, the one from TV?
The other nannies all looked, it was as far as they could see.
Surely not the famous one, the one who does the commercial.
Not the dalmatian nanny named Mrs. T.U. Gurshall!
Mrs. T.U. Gurshall heard but kept her demeanor plain and true.
She had a charge to look after, a tiny human bundle in blue.
The TV ads had not gone to her head, she needed this job today.
She did her best at ignoring the gawkers, and quickly walked away.
A young girl with cleavage to spare
Found employment as an au pair
Her boss was excited
Because she delighted
In giving her assets fresh air
There you stand
As bold as a lion
Demanding more wages
There sits my kin
Caught in the storm
That gathers and rages
...at insolence
The very baby
I birthed from barrenness
Out into beauty and life
Given to the hireling
Wanting work
So he can parade device
...of income
Here, here's all change
I'll not give a bill
To a second-hand man
I'll take back my baby
And offer time and care
Til his legs can move to a stand
...against evil
As for my kin
Flesh of my flesh
May the fire of LOVE
Consume your latent heart
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/13/2022
feisty flamboyant frenzied fanny
genuine genuflects to her granny
many of us yell whoa
for this means she is also
now neglecting nefarious nanny
A baby boy had a Nanny
Who looked like his granny
She was his nurse
The baby was averse
As the likeness was uncanny
She taught me to make biscuits and gravy
When to sprinkle when to pour
She taught me how to use cast iron
And when using salt, add a bit more
She taught me all the classics
John, Elvis and Shirley too
There was nothing like an old movie
A cup of coffee...me and you
She taught me how to keep a house
Sweeping, folding and cleaning
She taught me how to sing a song
Whenever you get the feeling
She taught me how to care for all
Yes, she treated everyone the same
She taught me how to love people
No matter their race, religion or name
She taught me to do something you love
So you’ll never work a day
She taught me to always be happy
No matter what they say
She taught me to love Jesus
To always put him first
When drinking from his well
One shall never thirst
She taught me how to show respect
She taught me to be kind
She taught me to give, not take
And definitely taught me how to mind
Yes, she taught me many things
The short time she was here
But how to live without her
On that she wasn’t clear
Daffodils, nanny goats, rainbow unicorns, and roses
In a poem prancing around, laughing at my poses.
Marigolds, diamonds, starlight here and forever
Words jumping in and out, being truly clever.
Purple majesty, mountains, wind and heather,
Word play whispers let’s start, you are taking forever
I jot down some words, and into my mind a tune prances.
Playing with letters makes my muse pivot as she dances.
Rhymes, alliteration, shape poetry, hexaverse and the blues
Parade up and down in my mind wearing high heel shoes.
Songwriting, driving, swimming, meowing and such.
Laugh at my mind as she tries to keep up!
My muse is having fun; my imagination is on fire.
Words like shining, dainty, and shimmering I never tire.
Daffodils, nanny goats, rainbow unicorns and more.
Words I never tire of. They follow me wisely out the door.
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