Home Parody Poems

 ~Write me a Sonnet BUT, let it be known
no poems are allowed with names there upon.
No wordie finesse to impress or construe
like gossamer wing,...

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In a house with all the lights burning; but nobody's home 
In the clear night; stars burning brightly; but no lines drawn or shown 
Constellations;...

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Abandoned Yellow Star,
Existential apostle.
Solar flares haunt outworlds, "I'm It, you're not."

Mercury, Mary's star loved from afar.
Hot but not the hottest star.
A tiny lifeless star.

Venus will...

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As the wind blows 
And the world turns 
Come on 
Pass on by 

When the time is up 
All hope is down 
Come on
Pass on...

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Help!
Help I am being held captive
            in this nursing home by persons unknown,
Maybe Homeland...

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to the tune of Home on the Range

In the woods, in the gloam
There’s a muttering gnome
Like his mind, he’s wandered away
And he should be interred
Yes,...

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That little piggy who chose to beg off
going to market, stayed home with a cough.
   He bragged he was a cut above
 ...

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Enter the pack
With a slap to the back
To the heart of a commonplace place
Leave the charade 
Of your daylong crusade
Here’s the end of the common...

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They say I inflated
It's they that conflated
Political lies with their version of facts.

The mess they created
Will long be debated
Another attempt to silence and styme.

As often...

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They did it they really did it,
Can you believe it, can it be true;
My folks are angry, their passions lit
One voice united, this act the...

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It was probably three weeks ago
when I sent my dog outside,
he had all of his business to do,
then he’d come in for the night.
I busied...

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[ to the tune of The Lonely Goatherd ]

High on a hill sat a lonely goat turd;
He was by himself ‘cuz the goat was through.
Waiting...

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I am windy the great I am
Windy the great I am, I am
to be buried in the toilet next door
 I got out and gassed...

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Very scary nursery rhyme 

One from an olden ancient time 

Full of nails, blood and gore 

Isn't that children, what you really here for? 

Or...

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I think I’m in danger
I could end up dead
When my wife smells the perfume
on her side of the bed
The perfumes I buy her
From a cheap...

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