Hillbilly Charlotte was a woman mean
Dressed like the homeless, was never clean
Smelled worse than a shaggy smelly skunk
Pungent as ground beef left in a trunk
Move over Charlotte, get out of the way
You’re not going to ruin my day-to-day
I refuse to stand downhill to you
You smell like a puppy’s worst doodoo
Hillbilly Charlotte clean up your act
Shampoo your hair and try to stay on track
Wash your body with something smelly sweet
For the neighborhood this would be a treat
Move up Charlotte, do the right thing
Make yourself lovely, give us a zing
Do your best, impress us all now
Be a role model, become a wow
Hillbilly Charlotte clean up your act
Shampoo your hair and try to stay on track
Wash your body with something smelly sweet
For the neighborhood this would be a treat
Charlotte, if you do the right thing
You will make us happy, from peon to king
Maybe even make a new friend or two
Just do what people are meant to do
Hillbilly Charlotte clean up your act
Shampoo your hair and try to stay on track
Wash your body with something smelly sweet
For the neighborhood this would be a treat
penniless poverty
penny dreadful, a dime novel
penny pinching miser
pennyworth bargain
penmanship, handwriting
pensive thoughts
penuriously poor
peon, pauper, slave
penitence, remorse
penetrate, invade
pending, undecided
penalize, fine
can you be fined for being penniless?
or writing something penny dreadful?
or for being a penny- pinching miser?
pens to ponder
Yule dinner mishap.
Menu chosen, peon chef;
Lactose –explosion!
King’s double gladly wears his hero’s shield, preparing to take the hit.
If someone dies today, let it be me Les says, his generosity full lit.
The king is okay with someone else dying, he is a bit of a thug.
He sees his subject as a peon, a speck, a sand particle or small bug
Les has no idea that his king is this way, for he knows him not at all.
He has been raised to think his monarch is kind, respectful and tall.
Who will wear the king’s armor? Who will join the battle today?
Les offers to gladly, his feet solid in integrity, not one bit of clay.
He is introduced to King Marcus, who barely gives him a glance.
Then he suits up in the royal armor, to give the monarch a chance.
The king dies in his bed of gout while the army is fighting the fight.
What can we do? The royals ask. How can we make this right?
They had paid attention to the King’s double. He was totally kind.
Would the country figure out a switch? Is what is fully in their mind.
They wait until the end of battle, then make Les their new king.
He is selfless and worthy, and brings to the kingdom a total new zing.
The itsy bitsy glitzy ditzy ritzy kitty
Makes the room seem rather pretty
My uncle is here, feeling puffed and silly.
His kitty stories are traveling willy nilly.
The itsy bitsy glitzy ditzy ritzy kitty is now….
Grooming herself, so she will be a wow.
She has not yet made us adults bow,
But she is the queen of the kibble chow.
Crunch crunch crunch she eats so loud.
Her chewing is regally arrogant, and quite proud.
In a day or two there might be quite a crowd.
She gives me a look, making me feel humbled and cowed.
What is it about itsy bitsy glitzy ditzy ritzy kitty I wonder.
That makes me feel like a fool that has been slapped by thunder.
She has look that puts me in my place, as a peon at best.
She is the haughty queen of this cat-loving nest.
Ouch! What had I hit with my left hand, on that side of the bed?
It was my I-phone, who should have been in the kitchen instead.
What are you doing here? I asked her, in a stunned kind of way.
Shut up you Peon!” she shouted at me; I could see she did not play.
If you want me to work tomorrow, honor your password and all.
You’ll scoot your big rump over, said that rectangle shaped doll.
She played video games all through the night as I tried to relax.
I tossed and tried to dream, but couldn’t which was the facts.
Next night I slept on the couch; dog slept at my feet.
For the I-phone had kicked him out, by throwing some meat.
We were comfortable and toasty warm, and had a little fire.
But dog got his own I-phone so things could turn quite dire.
My muse Trixie is always raring to go; she writes while I sleep.
I know because upon awakening I hear a poem often.
The last couple of lines anyway, which is truthfully rather exasperating.
She has favorite words of which I am sick.
Dancing, prancing, twirling, whirling, are some of the verbs she always wants.
Do we have to use it on corpses and gargoyles? I ask.
She insists on her own way, which explains my fear of her.
Does she ever inspire me?
I am wracking my brain, thinking hard now.
My dendrite highway has completely shut down.
I am trying hard to think of the last time she inspired me.
Possibly today when we wrote twenty poems I do not remember writing.
She takes over when she wants. I am putty in her hand.
Not sure she inspires, but she surely runs the show.
She is in charge.
I am her pawn - a peon, a Plebian.
She is blowing the kazoo and dancing now.
Extremely happy that I have recognized her power over me.
Maybe when I awaken from my slumber in the morning
Trixie will let me remember more than just the last line of a poem.
My muse Trixie is always raring to go; she writes while I sleep.
I know because upon awakening I hear a poem often.
The last couple of lines anyway, which is truthfully rather exasperating.
She has favorite words of which I am sick.
Dancing, prancing, twirling, whirling, are some of the verbs she always wants.
Do we have to use it on corpses and gargoyles? I ask.
She insists on her own way, which explains my fear of her.
Does she ever inspire me?
I am wracking my brain, thinking hard now.
My dendrite highway has completely shut down.
I am trying hard to think of the last time she inspired me.
Possibly today when we wrote twenty poems I do not remember writing.
She takes over when she wants. I am putty in her hand.
Not sure she inspires, but she surely runs the show.
She is in charge.
I am her pawn - a peon, a Plebian.
She is blowing the kazoo and dancing now.
Extremely happy that I have recognized her power over me.
Maybe when I awaken from my slumber in the morning
Trixie will let me remember more than just the last line of a poem.
Make America grate again!
Justice should NEVER be humane!
Hang kids in cages!
Pay peon wages!
Leave Pandemic "Losers" complain!
His piano teacher taught Danny
that Every Greek Boy Does Fanny
But Danny-boy
Was not his joy
Instead he played New Key with Nanny
I am no woebegone capon peon
for forks and knives to come upon,
no, I am a busy rooster father
in serious need of a duty roster
to ensure my hens and chicks prosper.
I cannot falter as enemy spotter,
I must sound my distinctive alarm
when a predator intends us harm.
I also work hard watching the yard
and any rooster with a cocky saunter
who nears with intentions to conquer
will soon leave as a featherless trotter!
My hens depend on my blend of clucks
to direct them where food is stuck.
As an indispensable rooster general
who keeps up with so much busy stuff,
I am unable to relax nearly enough.
If my nap roosting suffers too many gaps,
I may suffer a sentinel general collapse!
It would be incredible if now and again
I received some gratitude from the hens ….
... CayCay
July 16, 2019
Stray ghouls are just zombie shrunken heads
being voodoo capitalist misled
Ricochet fishing for the ocean blue,
deep pocket dollars:
The green algae money
buried at the ethical wavy,
graveyard bottom
Hollow days come every pointless, peon payday,
as creditors delight
in debt shopping their widow maker wares
The pillaging, high priestess of bloodsport pleasure
lay many burglar, prey desires bosom bare
Inorganic idols ... phallic-shaped things;
moral mettle melts
at first grove, sacrificial trigger offering
Heated cries coming from
empty vow chambers
Crosshair eyes scope the killing view
Snuff the stitched mouths ...
get paid by the aged, smoking barrel
Follow the lemming violent trail,
collect the stained spent shells
Empty chambers got an earth bed full,
many died in the throes of hate
Envy green hearts using their lead tools,
leaving death marks —
Bullet holes in the picked pocket of fools
Our President's mid-morning grope
Was a Page named Chastity Nope
With up-bended knee
She ended Trump's spree
Now they call her, "The Great White Hope"
* * * *
How can we build the Peon Wall
When Trump won't pay taxes at all?
Isn't it funny
That Cartel money
Funds tunnels where peons don't crawl?
Donald Trump offered up a prayer
But God knew Trump wanted more hair
So Trump made a call
To The Wailing Wall
Where folks bang their head in despair
Trump MUST have his own Wailing Wall
With taxpayers funding withal
When folks on their knees
Are begging Trump, "Please!"
Its the grandest wailing of all!
The most dedicated, obedient, one who rings bell,
One mighty who formulates sentient of time shell
By ringing school bell, making us aware, alert and knell.
Vijay, our peon, a smart, vigilant but never did yell
At teachers or students who bugged in room or cartel.
Fair looking Vijay is a joyous lad who got never expel;
Nor did he remain quiet in vespers nine to spread his spell.
Caring, gentle, cherishing, poor but self-efficient in nutshell
Can be told about him in this Monorhyme – describing well?
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