There once was a pickle packer
who ate more pickles than he’d pack
The boss of the packers caught him
and instantly gave him the sack.
It didn't stop the packer eating
pickles all day up to evening
He got fright of his life one night
when he shrivelled from out of sight.
Like nomad soul, he flew away
Looking for a fine place to stay
A deck of cards, full of aces
He searched gold in far flung places
His great nickname means "rattan bag"
He's a packer, moved like fierce slug
He hiked on mountains, walked on plains
In search for bountiful fountains
Served his folks as barrio captain
On valley of Sierra Mountain
For many years, he lit the flame
That brought his bright spark into fame
Oh! Bagsangi, as he was known
Many hearts and souls, he has blown
On the mountains of Sandelain
His memory was left to dine
In memory of my grandfather
Mariano "Bagsangi" Balbalin
Pioneer of traditional gold mining in the highlands of Palayan City
November 20, 2023, 7:08 AM, PST
APC
Mrs. Packer bought a weed whacker
So, her husband could trim the grass
But he was a slacker
Thus, ever after
The whacker was out of gas
Aaron Rogers has lost his touch
which doesn't bother me too much
His team's record now is 3-4
with many more losses likely in store
League MVP two years running
this season for Rogers they've come gunning
No longer the toast of 'Packer-town'
Most plays find him flat on the ground
But he's 23-5 lifetime against my Chicago Bears
and it's even worse than that appears
'Cos in most Bear-Packer games his team trails late
when thanks to destiny or fate
Rogers mounts a furious comeback
as victory from my Bears he ransacks
So, please excuse me, I'll shed no tears
while I toast the end of Aaron Rogers' career
woodland’s pouch packer
swiftly moves in less than hour...
wild-love’s messenger
April 13,2022 5:15am
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Kangaroos look so affectionate. They are so attached with their joeys. I have only seen them on videos and photos. Hope I can visit Australia someday.
Wild Animal Haiku
Contest Judged: 4/18/2022 8:11:00 AM
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Place 4
Those L O N G Register Receipts
I move up as next on the line.
She checks out my rations just fine.
Some milk, eggs, and bread
are pushed up ahead
when packer, to bag, does assign.
But then, my receipt, oh my lord,
keeps coming and coming, I'm floored!
For sure, half-yard long...
I'm thinking what's wrong?
Three items grants me this reward?
A chance to win thousands someday
if I take an hour-long survey.
Some coupons to use
that somehow, I'll lose;
a waste of good paper, I say!
A web address I can go to,
to comment if checker came thru,
with service that's good...
did all that she should;
for that, print more coupons in view.
So glad to get this off my chest,
for here in my household at rest,
long twirls of receipts...
for me are no treats.
Such stupid waste still unaddressed!
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
For "What Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and Confuses Me"
Contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Judged: 11/11/2018
A lazy long-haired packer in a shop,
Lent against a wall to have a quiet stop,
He felt a scraping on his crown
Waking from his nap upside down,
Someone was using his head as a mop.
Apollo Creed was the master in the ring.
Most fighters thought facing him was a foolhardy thing.
To defend his title, who was he to fight?
There were some contenders, but none of them seemed right.
From the ranks of unknowns, Apollo chose a fighter.
Practically nobody knew this Italian-American amateur.
This street smart Philadelphian worked as a meat packer.
For a loan shark, he was an enforcer and collector.
Out of some possibilities, this one looked right.
In front of his hometown crowd, Rocky would be in the spotlight.
Given a shot at the title, Apollo was the one he would fight.
What happens in the fight? Do you want to see?
All I have to tell you is watch the movie.
Inspired by the 1976 film “Rocky”
On this earth table where i sit to sip fury
I chose the game of cards over watching
stripped dancers
I chose a cold ice malt to flow into my intestines
As i play the game of cards
Its the love cards i cherish
the Brenda blue eyes card i pick
From the hands of a Tom
who cant let the Emily slim card go
I have to pass on the Rita tall card
to the center of the table
for other players to pick and play
I am not heartless i just love competition
I cant watch Mark take the Isabella card
As i cling to this Sophia card
Yet they are many with this card
The Alexis card is not easy to get but first to loose
I cant take that from mason
He told me a lot like Jason did
I want to quite the game
I didn't know loosing the Chloe card hurts
just like the Nicole did
But i cheer up and pull on
the Anna card
As packer fights with Dylan
For the Morgan card
That Easton threw away
when he stole Lauren card from Julia
As we play our card game
Ladies are playing their own
I am in this game
Hope I will have
The winning card
most likely that slim blue eyed card
In Austin's hand
But i have to first pass on
The Kayla card
Which i cant hold till i quit the game
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
The sweet reggae music
And the oldies Goldie’s Outbids the
Noise in the night
Tall dark and handsome,
I saw him standing there,
A well shave face viper
His artistic designs
From ear to cheek
Zigzags lines that
Shape his round face
The shine on his face clashes
With the street light
To have such a deep admiration
From a sex stave woman
I was in love the six packer
the bearded caribbean viper
Under the street light; they he stand tall
I sigh! and took another sip of beer
as memory recalls I about to have an affair?
I whisper softly " Lord “Please don't failed me now
That was the night
When I surrender my heart, my secrets
for moment of bliss that fulfills only
a temporary curiosity of most women
My self-confidence forfeit
The enemy captured my heart
Self-confidence is to do
What you are afraid to do.
I have done it all
I surrender everything to a tall six packers
the beard caribbean viper
A moment of sanity
From another human being to another
It Ain't Easy Being Stupid
A hub stays put
But around it the wheel rolls
A hub only feels the weight of the load on the road
But the wheel rubs on the surface of it all
In mud, on dirt, on tar
The wheel is not afraid to roll for it fits within its purpose
The hub always stays put in the middle of the wheel
But with it everywhere it goes
Poetry soup is the hub
And around it like a wheel I’m gonna roll
Sometimes the surface maybe on a tarmac so smooth
Sometimes I may wade through mud so sticky and deep
Sometimes I may leave so much dust rising on my trail
But an artist is all I am
A creature of emotions working shifts in the factory of words
Mine is just to pack
The emotions endeared to me in the wrappers of words
Each day different from the one gone past
Sometimes it’s heaven is on a roll
Sometimes it’s hell in a storm
But being the servant I am
My position at the factory
Impels me to wrap it all in the assembly line of words
So please understand
Don’t blame the packer working shifts in the factory of words
Blame the company for producing all the sincere stuff
Green Bay, Wisconsin
Packer Country, Green and Gold
Home of Lambeau Field
Football is our Great Passion!
Cheeseheads RULE the Football World!
(January 23, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
My dog he usually lays by me.
But when the games on he will flee.
He climbs up on a different chair.
While lying there he'll watch and stare.
I'm sure he's wondering what I'm doing.
He grabs his bone and begins chewing.
I wonder what goes through his mind.
Cuz mom is normally very kind.
I grab my beads and put them on.
He knows for three hours mom is gone.
He watches and waits till the game is over.
Then once again well over comes rover.
I hate to say this stories true.
I'm always a fan however they do.
Don't get me wrong I want them to win.
But I'll be there through thick and thin.
The green and gold are in my heart.
They have been from the very start.
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