Peggy had never been a fighter or a scrapper or such
But she got tired of being teased by a bully named Hutch
He called her names, and pulled her pigtails too
This happened many days in a row, possibly twenty-two
Peggy finally had had it; she gave him as good as he got.
Punched him so hard, his nose released a keg full of snot
The other kids watched in horror; they were terrified of him.
He had already beaten-up Dickie, Tommy, Jerry and Jim.
The teacher had never seen a girl stand up to a bully this way.
When Peggy landed on him, she wanted to yell “hooray”.
But instead, she had to send her to the principal’s office to think.
So, you finally took on Hutch the bully, he said, with a wink.
Whistle... and I'll come to you...
Through the sea, across the land
And with my mittens,
Warm your hand
[Inspired by reading "S.O.S. Titanic" by Eve Bunting. Read it to see.
This is dedicated to them, it is not a poem from me to anyone else.]
Spotted dress respectable knee length
Disguises her many feathered fetishes
Fecked feeling clucky, red hen strength
Broods on bed of egg beak wet wishes
Wings tuck tight within delicate dreams
Shell inhibits image of sloppy slack yolk
Tiny tapping tells a time arrived redeems
Ruptured glue leak nesting box will soak
Eggy Peggy Sue oogles roosters commit
White eruption risen warm oven can cook
Pyriforms produced cushion a faithful sit
Cracked careless spill beneath silly chook
Attired in cabaret shake head resplendent
Requires stupid roosters follow new rules
Delicious derived from proud independent
Boss of her box where boys beg for jewels
10th January
Hen Sanctuary
Peggy Sue is a superstar
She sings real loud when she rides in the car
When mommy cheers and starts to cry
Peggy Sue feels she can touch the sky
Peggy Sue is a dreamer, too
She dreams up places like Skizamaroo
In dreams she travels far and wide
For dreams give Peggy a place to hide
See, Peggy Sue is just like you
'Cept her dad beats her mom til she's black and blue
And her clothes don't fit and there's nothing to eat
she's ashamed to be seen as she walks down the street
There is no escape for our poor Peggy Sue
And there's nothing our dear little Peggy can do
She's just a girl, she can't stop the fights
She can't end the cold and the hungry, long nights
So she sits and she waits and she dreams for the day
When someone will take little Peggy away
When I ride my tricycle
With Daddy in the park
We take our dog Peggy
Because she likes to run and bark
She chases all the squirrels
And wags her tail at other dogs
Then she is yucky and sniffs the smells
Left on grass and logs
And when it’s time for us to go
She trots along beside
But she sometimes goes in my basket
And just enjoys the ride
I thought I was strong
But now I’m sure I was wrong
Because I can’t help but wail
As I see my heart so frail
Not-too-long in loneliness was I healthily sailing
But now I’m seriously ailing
Odomankoma sent me a gift from above
Wrapped up and left to fly to me gently like a dove
Only for me to be infected with love
A sickness that keeps me shivering and perpetually in motion
Fighting helplessly against the convulsions in the annals of my emotions
Never in my life have I felt
So petrified and electrified watching my heart melt
How easy it is to get me edgy
Just by mentioning the sweet name Peggy
For the sound of her name makes me more eager
To pray Odomankoma makes me sicker and sicker and sicker!
Peggy Anderson, what can I do
I've tried all evening to get through to you.
I loved your poem about your friends
And the Iron Bed is like the one I once had.
Keep up the good work
And thanks for your nice words
On my poems My Guardian Angel
And Stubborn or Gifted.
Keep up the good work
And I'll try again
To let you know I enjoyed
The poems you put in.
Cile Beer
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