At the fair, they’d beckon us in, tell us that we’d see a girl become a gorilla. They’d chant, “Girl, girl, girl, girlilla, gorilla…”
Monkeying Around
gorillas dressed in leopard suits, climbing
the so-called “ladder of success”
hopping onto
tiger-rings of oak
they may be gorillas
but to each other, they’re monkeys
kids in monkey suits
paid in daily rocks
white-collar players
sans elevator music
back in time
trinkets laid out on twin beds
muzak orchestra plays
as we shop
or we scrawl up a menu
making sure the sister’s choice
is the special
always a crazy conglomeration
we were never mean
we just laughed as the other
threw the pillow
and it landed on the flame
oops
you can recoup
if that happens in virtual reality
or stop the action
before a catastrophe happens
no wonder parents like
their kids
to sit still
i tried dressing in a leopard suit
but i’m too old to climb the ladder
yesteryear, i was paid in “Parcheesi”
today’s chromecast: “Say cheese”
returning to the present
i tap the gorilla on the shoulder
“Stop monkeying around,” I say,
“Throw your grandma a great big kiss.”
Categories:
parcheesi, games, kid, memory,
Form: Free verse
Anti-Poem – “At Pinks With Little Susie”
maybe if we hold hands the dizziness will go away
little susie be driving a ‘62 gray pontiac grand prix
she say driving is easy once you get the hang of it
tan nyloned legs caress the gas pedal with mettle
flying fast now she stops at melrose and van ness
susie say she feels sick and thinks it’s the roadkill
i just hit something bad she say it ain’t alive now
maybe if we play parcheesi all day it will go away
my problems be like sticky ants she say they stay
susie parks the pontiac in a shaded lot on la brea
she says she wants a pinks hot dog and a yoohoo
cool guys with duck tails and taps hang out there
their scarf-wearing chicks smoke filter cigarettes
susie thinks life is a vicious monster with no eyes
it just attacks and kills everyday and everywhere
susie say her hot dog tastes good tastes like love
will you marry me susie i says suddenly laughing
maybe if we marry all the bad things will go away
little susie be driving home now holding my hand
Categories:
parcheesi, america, memory,
Form: Free verse
Sensor on a relay, really?
These Brand-New cars,
aren't very easy.
It's like playin Parcheesi,
with old fartin sneezy.
Yeah, these brand-new cars,
sure, aren't very easy.
Categories:
parcheesi, cheer up, hockey, humor,
Form: Rhyme
When playing desert golf I parch easy
Which then means I don’t get pars easy
So when I am done
I hide from the sun
And play eighteen whole games of Parcheesi
Categories:
parcheesi, funny, games, golf,
Form: Limerick
Don’t you worry ‘bout storms breezy
Fam'ly time is still quite easy
Order up some pizza cheesy
And play Trouble or Parcheesi
Cards and dice, also dominoes
Guesstures, checkers, and Uno
All are names which you ought to know
(Just a few of the games we own)
Skip-Bo, Twister, Pictionary
Scrabble with a dictionary
There's no need to be contrary
Gather ‘round sweet frozen dairy
More is merrier and quite fun
But don’t forget: there's one on one
Go until it’s set (clouded sun)
Relationship is what you’ve won
Categories:
parcheesi, family, life, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Families sat together when I was young
Ate popcorn had fun….
Around the coffee table we’ whine
Pass the chips gimme mine!
Black and white TV had just come to town
The neighbor had it, it was around.
But, oh the board games we’d play
Parcheesi, dominoes, monopoly!
We’d all sit on the floor on that mustard shag rug
My bratty little sister would get all the cat’s hugs.
The bowl of potato chips would be twixt Dad’s knees
And Mommy would ask to pass the bowl please.
Babe our dog would nose all the pieces
And the monopoly money would get covered with greases??
Boy, we’d laugh cause it always seemed
Baby brother would get thrown in jail, double-teamed.
Well, we never did get rich
But you know what’s funny?
I’d give anything…..
Anything for one more chance
At family…and that Monopoly money!
Monopoly the Game of Life
D. Guzzi
Categories:
parcheesi, family, happiness, little sister,
Form: Free verse
Monopoly with its property
Its colored coded squares
Its stacks and stacks of money
Roll those dice for pairs
Get yourself a hotel
Park it on Park Place
If anyone should land there
They’ll be out without a trace
And the corner with the jail
Is the safest place to be
If there’s hotels there on Park Place
And the owner isn’t me
If the game goes on for hours
And I’m losing, it’s a shame
I get antsy, I get restless
And I think it’s a bored game
But
Monopoly and Sorry
The Game of Life and Risk
Clue and Chinese Checkers
How can a kid resist
Maybe Chutes and Ladders
Or a game of Candy Land
And any other board game
That you might have on hand
Parcheesi, Chess and Scrabble
Dungeons and Dragons too
On a rainy day in April
What else is there to do?
Written by mike dailey 5/21/11
*Judy Kones contest - Monopoly
Categories:
parcheesi, childhood, family
Form: Rhyme