Yesterday, it was the tortoise and the hare.
Today, another unlikely pair -
an alley cat, a stolen car,
and a mouse on the lam who wouldn't get far -
two double crossers, one prayer, "God willing,
all I ask, 'a drive-by killing'".
I once swung from a tree on a noose,
but I was picked, and I rolled loose.
Yet it's times just like these,
when they put on the squeeze,
that I become fresh orange juice.
little piper, little piper
oh how fast you skip away
as the morning tide crawls in to taste the beach
briny swishes bring your breakfast
while you prance to greet the day
and they never seem to wet you
like you're privy to a chosen course of each
little piper, little piper
such a ballet you perform
when you twirl and pirouette your dainty feet
darting in-and-out the sea foam
just to keep them dry and warm
all with perfect form and motion
so as not to warn those little things you eat
little piper, little piper
you're the bane of every clam
watching closely for their bubbles in the sand
oh, the hermit crabs are missing
each-and-each now on the lam
and the hot sand gently hissing
as you try to sate your hungry chick's demand
little piper, little piper
all day long your work persists
as your tummy and your wee one both are fed
so with food enough to sleep on
'midst the creeping twilight mists
and as purple shadows deepen
comes the time to sing your little one to bed
little piper, now you dance in dreams ... instead.
Apropos of John H. Doe
A name we all know
Just like Uncle Sam
~ He too’s on the lam
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'Critics Corner'
(A random sample of published reviews):
"Subtly implicative, bigly"
~ Barron and Donald J. Trump, in unison
"Emasculatory Triumph!!"
~ 'Fannie Femdom'
"Lumpen Proletariat Barfola"
~ Karl and Groucho Marx
"Aso. Learry Derightfur Liting:"
~ Shohei Ohtani, (through an interpreter)
"Yes, it IS poetry. So that means it's, well, a poem, written -- by a poet."
~ Kamala Harris, responding to a hardball question from Oprah W.
"I fell asleep reading this... twice."
~ Joseph Robinette Biden
mercy on the lam
empathy declared a sin~
love against the grain
***
Mr. Glock committed a crime
Its accomplice got away
It could not speak for itself
The defense attorney
entered a plea of innocence
by reason of no limbs.
The judge set bail in bullets.
I had an extra magazine and chipped in.
Mr. Glock was released with an ankle monitor
that it wore around its stock.
It was told to stay a barrel's length away from the victim
with which it easily complied.
After sentencing, it was melted down.
Into a modern age relief.
Then put on display... "public enemy number 1," it said.
Soon after, Mr. Wesson
committed a similar crime, with the very same accomplice.
He was arrested; the accomplice smiled at the security camera
and is still on the lam.
He's considered temporarily unarmed and always dangerous.
In reply to Graig's contest using the example he supplied, with minimum effort on my part.
She signed her name, "Mary"
And she knew that she'd been had
Now, she'd never get the A
So she took it on the Lam....................................b
They flutter and they flitter
Two lovebirds on the lam
Their beatings wings adorned with glitter
Tiny beads of dew reflecting in the sun.
From flower to flower they wander
A constant game of catch me if you can,
No time to wait or simply ponder
When procreation is now their only plan.
Short are the days their mission clear,
Their brief life's work comes down to this,
To live and love is what they hold most dear
One perfect union as part of Nature's bliss.
And while they dance we gaze
Lost in the beauty of their craft
Peering keenly through the wispish haze
As they glide and turn on every breath and draft.
Even the flowers smile at this fine show
Spreading their petals wide in welcome sign
Hoping that their alluring scent and glow
Will lead the lovers there to dine.
And so does nature prove it's worth
When such fine balance yields so much
As the pollen feeds the future birth
So too the flowers create from that gentle touch.
Growing up, I never believed in monsters,
at least, not in the kind that lived under my bed
and in my closet.
No, the monsters I was terrified of
were the same ones my parents acknowledged:
the bus-stop child predators,
"bad people" on the news;
the most chilling collection of
scary stories made available.
Horrific fantasies were entertained during
bed-time;
I was gripped by the prospect of a lunatic
creeping in through my bedroom window &
slaying my family.
On a few instances, our town was plagued by
Grendels, of sorts.
Murderers, on the lam, who had chosen
our quiet, suburban streets to retire to.
Terrorized, my parents forbade me to even
go see my friends who lived next door,
unless I was accompanied by an adult.
No, I never believed in monsters,
in the classical sense.
The monsters I believed in
were absolutely real.
And I'm still afraid of them...
I’m just a free-range wino on the lam,
A low-rent resident of any circus tent
Accepts me as the reprobate I am.
I don’t speak Texan and I don’t intend to,
But I’ll pretend to be a rodeo clown.
I’ve got a box of bad intentions.
Gonna drink that vino down.
In vino veritas.
My pork chop ran off with a leg of lamb
Had a car accident and I mean - BAM!
The first one on the scene was my sweet old gram.
Luckily she had her video cam.
Filmed the lovers running on the lam.
We laugh at that tape whenever we can!
Definition of a friend, one who'll help you move
A REAL friend will help you move a body, that's proof
Please keep this quiet, a friend I am
Far as I know, he's still on the lam
If I hear anymore, I'll keep you updated on this goof
Mommy, why's that man not wearing a mask
Shh, darling, it's not nice of you to ask
That's quite alright, ma'am
I'm out on the lam
I've got to see to fill up this here flask
Creeping around not showing myself to anyone
They keep looking but I will wait until they’re done
I have all the time in the world
As I sit and watch the world meld
I remember most things up to the day
When I was stabbed and he ran away
I lay on the sofa and closed my eyes
And must have slept some as a time went by
So I hang around here now
Waiting for the boys to take a bow
It’s best to lay low on the lam
To get my cut of the gang’s latest scam.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Definition of a friend is one who'll help you move
A REAL friend is one who'll help you move a body, that's proof
Please keep this quiet, a friend I am
Far as I know, he's still on the lam
If I hear any more, I'll keep you posted on this goof
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