It burned up our best corn field
Now we've no crops this year to yield
Peculiar, it was never set ablaze
Yesterday they were fully intact
Perhaps an extraterrestrial act
The idea leaves me in a daze
Unfinished circles all throughout
I cannot find my way about
Trapped amidst a maize maze
Aliens with a sense of humor
And maybe it is just a rumor
A brewery appeared in a haze
This puzzle solved is not too hard
As that was in the neighbor's yard
And he farms barley anyways
The pig farm way on down the road
Had bacon rain on their abode
Now it's the farmer who does graze
Rowan Atkinson somehow materialized
At the bean farm, looking pretty surprised
For that one, I give alien's high praise
For me though, the Martian joke is done
As it seems I'm forever stuck in a pun
Crazed in the maize, for the rest of my days
March 20, 2023
Writing Challenge "M" Words Poetry contest
Sponsor : Constance La France
Categories:
pig farm, farm, funny,
Form: Tail-rhyme
The Reunion
I’ve been invited to a classroom reunion,
I can see my old chums over there.
Geordie Cockle has got a green suit on,
While Denver Crisp, is sporting no hair.
These people don’t look as I remember,
Some are grey, some old and some fat.
Willy Heather is in parliament as a member,
Lisa Tabby, has brought her new cat.
The years haven’t been kind to Tim Jolly,
But made a looker of Beverley Sprite.
Dandy Beano is still a right wally,
Sharing bad jokes and drinking all night.
Danny Sergeant has just left the army,
With a medal to make us all proud.
Des Troy clenches a fist and goes barmy,
Describing his war, to an avid small crowd.
Trudy Trotter now owns a small Pig farm,
Making bacon for the town folk of Wick.
Amy Fry prints Tee shirts “Keep Calm”,
and Tim Throup left early, feeling sick.
The problem with the old-school reunion,
Is the boasting, tall tales and the rest.
Familiar old faces, but no playground fun.
Why did I reply, to my reunion request?
Categories:
pig farm, best friend, celebration, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
I am not from Lancaster ain't no tumbleweed rollin through my backyard or brain. when those beautiful snow capped mountains show up in the morning on my front lawn in a mudslide..is not me.
rollin down the dark highway road a sudden thud-a crash into a wild boar crossing the road..how many times do I have to say, that's not me. course I will admit the lightning bugs at night sho nuff are a sight to see and the crickets chirping in the early morn mo pleasant than any alarm clock I know.sometimes the going down of the evening sun provides a skyline that's simply breathtaking, course when I pass the pig farm down the road..i keep my breath whew! and that says it in a nutshell why um not from Lancaster. when my wife said let's move to Lancaster I said whoa now, let's rent a spot for a week 'n the events of that week matriculated to a conclusion..
that's not me.
Categories:
pig farm, adventure, fantasy, feelings,
Form: Personification
AFRICAN SQUARE
An Afro-Ant lost across the Mediterranean
In his home a royal, but on a white land an alien
I asked about his mission to the pig farm
Shhhh! He said, be calm
For I am on the search for the Gulf of Guinea
To get not only Gold but Ivory
I asked if he had a map in his hairy armpit
Lest his journey he better quit
For Africa is at his South
With traces of unmarked path.
I left my Stranger to get him water
So that he jumps to Africa faster
But when I returned with palm wine in a pot
He had run away with his fellows in my court
So if you see Ants so dear,
Help them locate the African square.
(This poem was written for all Africans in Diaspora seeking to locate their true identity in Africa)
Categories:
pig farm, africa, anxiety, black african
Form: Dramatic Monologue