Erudite at night verbose by day,
altho', I can't speak for others when I say,
"Shooting fish in a barrel of monkeys
(such primates rate a damn good spanking),
it seems to me, would not be fun at all,
there's no challenge, where's the reward?
It's enough to make an Australian crawl.
And, if Aussies ate nothing but eucalyptus,
as somnolent, lethargic koalas do,
would their breath also smell
as tho' they've been chewing cough drops too?
Do emu wonder why they have wings,
well, can they really have barrels of oil?
As, if it's to be sold or bought, how's it plumbed,
scooped off the top when they're brought to the boil?
And not to knock the fearless quokka,
cute tho' they may be,
the world's happiest animal
is not really smiling at you or even me.
What does the kookaburra have to laugh about
when they're feeling crook,
that Australia's wider than the moon?
Akubra hat's off, that's a fun one for the books.
Boo... meringues are fun, as is surfing thru' tubes,
but, me, I'd be a wombat, who actually do poo cubes!
My brain is full of fuzz
With Footle rhyming buzz
Much harder than it looks
This is one for the books
Fairytales and Razorblades
Sitting here alone in my book
Waiting for the words to give back what they took
All of them just lying across the page
So nonchalant yet full of rage
Time is broken and when the pencil snaps
This becomes the beginning of the end
And then
The story is over and it all fizzles and fades
Never to be remembered
And filed between Fairytales and Razorblades
Yep - another one for the Books!
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
The love life of the lowly earthworm
Or why most chickens don't snore
And have you ever considered this
Why dogs and household cats
Never wear off the shoulder evening gowns
Nor do horses as a matter of fact
Now that's absolutely outrageous
But not quite as much as this
Two ostriches locked in a warm embrace
As they try to figure out how to kiss
Another one for the books my friends
A basset hound drinking beer
Staggering around drunk outside a bar
Grinning from ear to ear
Okay okay I know what you're thinking
What's in the coffee I'm drinking
Six lumps of sugar, a squirt of cream
And an unknown substance you're thinking
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
Methinks that these pretty well sums it up
Till I come up with a couple more
EVER SEEN TWO OSTRICHES KISSING
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
The love life of the lowly earthworm
Or why most chickens don't snore
And have you ever considered this
Why dogs and household cats
Never wear off the shoulder evening gowns
Nor do horses as a matter of fact
Now that's absolutely outrageous
But not quite as much as this
Two ostriches locked in a warm embrace
As they try to figure out how to kiss
Another one for the books my friends
A basset hound drinking beer
Staggering around drunk outside a bar
Grinning from ear to ear
Okay okay I know what you're thinking
What's in the coffee I'm drinking
Six lumps of sugar, a squirt of cream
And an unknown substance you're thinking
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
Methinks that these pretty well sums it up
Till I come up with a couple more
One for the books, a June snowfall in Atlantic Canada
No, not December which would've been easy to handle
The weather's gone bonkers
Must be those plotters
Out to confuse us, our delicate brains to scramble
Here's a story that's one for the books
A tale that's really quite odd
Turned out the lights in our hotel room
And journeyed to the land of Nod
Woke up next morning about seven a.m.
Anxious to get back on the road
Packed our things and went to check out
Started to get a feeling of forebode
Doors to the lobby were locked up tight
Not a soul to be seen anywhere
Thought to myself this is really strange
Usually, there are people everywhere
Noticed the watch on my wrist had stopped
It was reading five fifteen AM
Damn thing needs new batteries I thought
So we get back on the road again
Not a lot of cars seemed a bit strange too
It was still pretty dark outside
Passed a sign which gave the correct time
And I couldn't believe my eyes
Nearly ran off the road as I checked it out
Five twenty-four the sign read
The clock in the room was out by two hours
Could've still been asleep in bed!
Anthony and his plain Jane wife Brooke
Met through the Internet, one for the books
All these years later
Their love's even greater
Which proves personality can supercede looks
© Jack Ellison 2015
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
The love life of the lowly earthworm
Or why most chickens don't snore
And have you ever considered this
Why dogs and household cats
Never wear off the shoulder evening gowns
Nor do horses as a matter of fact
Now that's absolutely outrageous
But not quite as much as this
Two ostriches locked in a warm embrace
As they try to figure out how to kiss
Another one for the books my friends
A basset hound drinking beer
Staggering around drunk outside a bar
Grinning from ear to ear
Okay okay I know what you're thinking
What's in the coffee I'm drinking
Six lumps of sugar, a squirt of cream
And an unknown substance you're thinking
Could there possibly be a single topic
I haven't as yet explored
Methinks that these pretty well sum it up
Till I come up with a whole bunch more
© Jack Ellison 2013
Here's a story that's one for the books
A tale that's really quite odd
Turned out the lights in our hotel room
And journeyed to the land of Nod
Woke up next morning bout seven a.m.
Anxious to get back on the road
Packed our things and went to check out
Started to get a feeling of forebode
Doors to the lobby were locked up tight
Not a soul to be seen anywhere
Thought to myself this is really strange
Usually there's people everywhere
Noticed the watch on my wrist had stopped
It was reading five fifteen AM
Damn thing needs new batteries I thought
So we get back on the road again
Not a lot of cars which seemed a bit strange
It was still pretty dark outside
Passed a sign which gave the correct time
And I couldn't believe my eyes
Nearly ran off the road as I checked it out
Five twenty-four the sign read
The clock in the room was out by two hours
Could've still been asleep in bed!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Our relationship is one for the books
We didn't start it based on looks
You saw my heart, I saw yours
No privacy, we were outdoors
Our lives flow through us, showing what's inside
We smiled, we grinned, our mouths opened wide
Still together, since ninety-three
You and me
I tried to write a poem the way that Solomon wrote about his prize,
But you don’t seem to fit the mold you don’t have a pair of flighty eyes.
And evidently he liked the fact and it seems that it raised his hopes,
When he would sniff her hair and it smelled just like mountain goats.
And I think that your dental hygiene is something you should keep,
Evidently his girl’s teeth were fuzzy and reminded him of sheep.
I really don’t mean to bring him down by making these funny quips,
But I would have to truly say there’s nothing threadlike about your lips.
And apparently his girl’s temples looked like a pomegranate slice,
When I look at you, your face is fruit free and I think that’s very nice.
Your neck does a fantastic job and I could nuzzle it by the hour,
But I can’t say that there is anything about it that reminds me of a tower.
And when my eyes wander lower than your neck to see your special features,
There’s nothing about them that vaguely reminds me of any woodland creatures.
So I don’t know if my ability is hindered by my talents or by your good looks,
But I’d sure like to see a picture of his girl; I bet she’d be one for the books.
He’s half way through the twelfth; of a fifteen round fight;
Larger then life dropped him a couple of times; he took a nine count.
The ref gave him a standing eight also; but he’s up and throwing hooks.
His opponent has a look of concern; because he just won’t stay down.
Soon respect comes in; and what ever happens it’s one for the books.
Living, for him has been a battle of one kind or another; and life is no joke.
At least right now there are rules; like no kicking when you’re down.
He’s never had it in him to kick someone; not when they’re down or standing.
It’s not fighting its boxing; that’s what you have to do if you want to live.
He’ll bob- weave and throw combinations; and leave it to the judges to decide.
This is brutal you say; but are you seeing something in-between rounds?
You ever have to go a few rounds with; disease, sickness, poverty?
Brutal isn’t it; do you think it’s any worse than this portrayal?
He’s well beyond his years but he’s still standing; and holding his own.
A boxer in the ring of life; he must be defeated because he will not lie down.
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