(since tater is more commonly used, I changed spelling of tator to tater)
Only Serves Potatoes
Tater
Waiter
For Hash Browns
Tater
Grater
Not Now Please
Later,
Tator
Great Food Service
Caters
Taters
Shaped like a Russet
Tater
Crater
Procrastinator Tator
Tater
Later
Guarded with Ferocity
Gator’s
Taters
Cream of the Crop
Greater
Tater
Potato Athlete
Tater
Skater
A Fun Job
Tater
Rater
Off with His Head
Tater
Traitor
That’s Just not Right!
Tater
Hater
Still hope we can cope
With the nope
Don’t give a damn plan
From that Tandoori tan
Obscene Tangerine dope
Jackanory Mandarin Man
That trope..like to be Pope
Go out on a limb..got the vim..scope
To make him of the grim...dim..whim..mope
Just give Mr Grope enough Rope
Opined women..a frump
If they mind.. some bump & grind
Half inching while pinching their rump
The darkness descends
Besotted with anything cosseted
Rotted or garrotted by design
But sign on the dotted line
Raise a 'Stein" of wine
Knaves..slaves.. saved
From the craze & blaze
Of this moral maze & haze
Extinguished by depraved waves
From distinguished graves
Denies his demise is nigh
Popularity sky high he lies
Bliss as the remiss abyss
Of hiss and diss ends
Thanks to a sly bit of
Wry Fab Four rapport
No not you say hello...but yes I say goodbye
Off with his head the French might have said
Cos we've read we'll get by instead
With a little help from his (dead) friends
dessert door dessert door
opens to custard and cream
but jester broke in
with bells and a spoon
. . . and
off with his head!
said the queen
dessert door dessert door
to a room of pudding galore
the king in his undies
snuck in there one night
. . . and
then went again
for some more
‘Off with his head!’
(Richard III, Act 3, Scene 4)
knowing him no big loss
The White Rabbit while all was in bed
Snuck in the back and ate all the bread
He thought it was funny
This silly white bunny
Till the Red Queen said...OFF WITH HIS HEAD!
Was the grandest parade of the year
I saw the king's carriage pass by
Then suddenly I started twitching
As dust gathered in my right eye
I was blinking in a panicked mode
And I thought I had been unseen
But the soldier that arrested me
Swore I was flirting with the queen
The mind is racing frantically
With each ticking of the clock
It won't be long 'till they come for me
And lead me to the chopping block
Had my time in a kangaroo court
Where not a single truth was said
In the end the judge's smile was wide
When he declared "off with his head"
They would not bother to hang me high
Nor would they burn me at the stake
Seems everyone wants to see my blood
And watch my headless body shake
The judge then added the final words
"The body will be tied to a horse
And be dragged up and down Main Street"
Epilogue: There is one last thought I contemplate
As I'm writing my final verse
Just what would my fate have come to be
If I would have done something far worse
Tonight, I woke up screaming.
I woke up screaming your name.
Alas, I wasn't dreaming.
Another toy in your game.
It's a game you play so well,
The Red Queen of broken hearts.
Down the rabbit hole I fell,
The Mad Hatter from the start.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum,
This dual role that I once led.
A beguiled referendum,
Until the axe took my head.
Now I'm lost in Wonderland,
No Cheshire Cat grin for me.
This fate I can't understand.
What cure for such misery?
Jokester Jester balances himself on the tip of a ball.
Some of the maids in waiting whispered he would indeed fall.
He was super confident, because he had mastered this trick.
It was one of his specialties, his name was Balancing Nick.
The king was not impressed, he rolled his hazel eyes instead.
Then he said in a most severe voice “Off with his head!”
The maids in waiting were astounded. They stopped tittering now.
“I am kidding!” The king told them with annoyance. “Don’t have a cow!”
Blessed is he who is not offended
As the final sentence is carried out
Off with his head, hope is dead
The throng is left...tethered to doubt
The Savior is buried ' in still stone
The children, duped, alone
Was there ever a "god" on the throne
Images build as shadows dart
Darkness thickens like tar
It matters, no longer, about good
We must adjust to the way things are
...
In the void, connections become weighed
With the do that was done
The who that supposedly won
As the City of Lights, barred and gated
...against what
Family that won't come
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-26-2022
Herodias with a grudge requested
to Herod that John be arrested
“To bed your brother's wife
to enhance your sex life
is against the law,” he'd suggested.
When Herod had drunk a bottle of wine
Salome's dancing did seem so fine
that in his delight
he promised that night
to lavish a desire to which she inclined.
So she asked Herodias her mother
if there was anything that had struck her
as a suitable gift
from one who was pissed:
“Ask for John Baptist's head on a platter.”
Out of regard for his guests and his oath
Herod felt obliged although he was loath.
So a guard went ahead
to cut off John's head
to satisfy daughter and mother both
Mark 6.14-29
Henry never wanted to work in the castle of the king.
And he certainly did not want to be a jester, to joke or to sing.
He wanted to be a squire, but it was not to be unfortunately.
Every single night he was summoned to be the best he could be.
Tonight the piper had already been taken out with an “off with his head”.
Henry knew one misstep or unfunny joke, and he might possibly be dead.
Morning At Work
Impaired by his tremors
And a troublesome cough,
He turned fur into felt
Before cooling things off.
He drooled once or twice
And grew cold in his bones,
But he shaped all the felt
Into all of the cones.
Noon
His 'venomous vipers'
Grew restless again
And woke as the toxins
Played games with his brain.
He began to see strange things
And quickly grew scared
When the writing desk swooped
Like a ravenous bird.
Aware that his dark mind
Was now playing tricks,
He quit work forever
At ten shillings past six.
Night
He sat in The Tabard
Where he found time to think.
His skin had turned orange
As he drowned in his drink.
He recalled the sad day
His wife took off her ring
And with her cards on the table
Left to marry a king.
He pined for his daughter
And the party he'd planned
But she followed her mother
To that far-away land.
Later That Night
While carrying a tea tray
Upstairs to his bed
He tripped over his hat
He'd shook off with his head.
He finally came to
Around six the next night
But from that moment on
All his world was not right.
quiet
cease and desist
silenceo
off with his head
now
as i was saying
what
is there something wrong with you
stop
off with her head too
alright
never a wrong
if
you can just shut up
recess
is two minutes from now
or
you all stay in
me
to the teachers lounge
stan sand
You have an Alice band, keeps your hair in place,
Dum and Dee said you're so modern, have an interface,
long time since Terry"s tea party, we were timeless,
the Mad Hatter said: 'Poof!' Couldn't care less.
The Doormouse nudged himself awake, for Godssake.
'Can't you let me sleep, I'll decide when I wake,'
The Queen had decided on independence for Barcelona,
'Can not be, ' they wailed, "Shut up, ' she said, 'You're another bloody moaner.'
The tortoise taught us how to make love, mimicked
the Queen, clapped his hands and said: 'Off with his head,'
Tarts were ready but black as the ace of spades,
brought uncerrmoniously by a train of waiting maids.
The King chastised everyone including the seven of clubs,
decided the whole lot were boring, went on a tour of Wonderland pubs.
Footnote: The Queen admonished the knave
and said: 'You"re not alright Jack.'
The Preying Praying Mantis
She folds her limbs and waits
quietly.
He comes near, she waits
silently.
They do the dance,
Then comes her chance.
And snap!
Off with his head
quickly!
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