Summer Parody Poems

Shiny the Sunbeam
Was a Summer sunshine rose
With a visor hat and a ruddy glow
And sunglasses on his nose

Shiny the Sunbeam
Is radiation they say
He was made...

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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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(This is a parody of "Frankie and Johnny")

Charlie and Molly were playmates.
Golly, how they could play.
Mornings they'd meet at a corner
to plan how they'd spend...

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To carpet or not to carpet
That is the question
For ‘tis nobler to be a minimalist
Than to have thy name on a fashion list
On cold winter...

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I’m silly lonely laughing too
I hear the music but don’t have you
Hey there’s a square I’ll dance down the hall
The music has meaning with each...

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She ain’t the belle of the ball anymore
She’s not the picture
hanging on the wall
	           ...

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Note: It has been raining it seems for the past 6 weeks here in South Texas and the temps have been much lower than normal....

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I know what it costs
to parent a tyrant
24/7
52 weeks/year
and yet avoid judging,
feeling guilty,
self-blaming shame
for all I am not sufficient,
yet.

I remember learning curious distinctions
between genuine remorse
given,...

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I’m a-starting to *pavo tremble
this time of year
From all of the oven symbols
rack-et I hear

I’m a seasoned Mestizo pheasant,
best strutting actress
in the whole Oaxaca alfalfa...

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As I sit here writing my next prose,
It has begun to snow,
Its beauty overshadows the end result.

I know that come tomorrow I will need
to shovel...

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Why is the sea salty, I think I know
Because of all the pee I'm sure

My conscious brain thinks it weird,
To release the pee into the...

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- on Donald Trump’s visit to the United Kingdom
(with apologies to William Blake)

And in the heat of summer time
Walking by England’s fountains seen
A man who...

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I must go down to the beach again, to the lonely beach and the sky
And all I ask is a stretch of sand where the...

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Old Jane Gallagher, 
she was fine, 
in that sun shining on an every-day-girl sort of way.
Giggling 
as her checkers clacked and she stacked up her...

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She asks him if her butt looks Big
In last years summer dress
My dear you look Hot in that 
It accentuates I must confess

And are these...

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