storms about to brew
frantic squirrels create havoc
leaving nuts behind
collectors of nuts
scavengers by nature
endless shell casings......
No time to worry over cavities
Under these circumstances—
Temptation has surfaced
Caution slips away like weak dentures
Answering desire—
Kindled peanuts
Ensconced in ginger syrup.
yard full of nut shells
nest of overstocked nuts
roll from big oak tree
"squirrels- crusaders of nuts"
my honey dates nuts,
his not for circulation,
wears hot red plaid pants
True enough, on the whole,
in a debate, each has a role.
There can be no question but,
it is I, who is the nut.
*WE ALL LIVE IN A ‘NUT SUBMARINE’
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In a park where the oaks stretch tall,
four bushy-tailed lads heed the call.
With acorn guitars and a nut-shaker beat,
the Liverpudlians scamper on stage
John Lemontail, sharp-eyed and sly,
scribbles lyrics that question the sky:
*“Imagine no birdfeeders… it isn’t hard to do…”
Paul McNutty, the crooner so smooth,
sings *“Yesterday, my walnuts were gone—
Now I need a new place to carry on!”
George Harristripes, mystic and lean,
chants *“Within You, Without You, Walnut Supreme.”
He meditates deep ‘neath a mushroom cap’s shade.
Ringtail Starr, on a hollow log drum,
thumps out a rhythm: “Boom-chicka-bum!”
His cheeks bulge with pecans, a percussive stash.
They thrill on the Ed Sullivan stage,
*“Twist and Shout!” they harmonize causing quite a rage
leaving female squirrels with nutty desire.
I thought of all things great and small -
what happens to an apple or a ball.
Maybe, I'll try calculus. But
can it crack the infinitesimal nut?
Listening to you
oh what a to-do
it looks like
you've come unglued
or going bananas
your psyche's addled the mind muddled
brain's fogged boggled or befuddled
is something missing
a marble or two
perhaps a loose screw
maybe more than a few
and making a run
or bolt for it
will never do
it's not too late
to join the inmates
for as well you know
you will still be there
wherever you go
A nut-brown squirrel wore his smile in a curl,
such a clever one was he.
He ate nuts and fruit in his nut-brown suit
in my avocado tree.
He gave me such lip, and never did tip,
and ate my harvest for free.
I met a puzzle and conundrum.
His name is "Why Am I Becoming Dumb",
A diabolically a tough nut to crack,
both he and I are poised for attack.
I'm pretty sure I'll crack him, but
he thinks that it's I who is the nut.
Some Nut
Tried To
Make Me
Think
I'm
Better
Than
Any Other Squirrel
Out There...
!@#$%#$
I'll Be Fine.
-Gray Squirrel
11-21-2024
coconuts' concuss
light-craze boggles ~ sight failing
tourists blearing up
dented sand cups nut
hammer screwdriver to milk
machete dispatch
caribe-dude's swingin's no match
now - To The Gators!
.
Nuts are food for brain
Planners, scientists need it
Not to go brain drain.
Banana-nut bread
Sliced
Carried in the hand
All through the house
Crumbs
Dropped along the way
I wonder how long a mouse
Could survive on the crumbs
You would think
Slice, place on a plate
Get a fork
Sit down, eat and enjoy
But no
Carry it in the hands
All through the house
Is the best way to go
I know the mouse thinks so...
I have not seen a mouse in the house in a long time, but there always could be an uninvited guest roaming around at the quiet crepuscular time of day.
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