A papoose with a twin is papooses,
Double goose and get geese, but not gooses.
Pluralizing perplexes me,
Aggravates me, and vexes me,
And I suspect that it checks my creative juices.
Categories:
plurals, humor,
Form: Limerick
Most of us deviate from the natural,
Some realize the objective of the plurals,
Few among us just run after the numerals,
A very few recognize the morals.
A virtue in peace in particular,
Remains ever true and non occasional,
A vice in actions as undertaken proposal,
Surely paves the way for quick dismissal.
Individual display seems brutal,
Don't forget the world is mortal.
Forever is a myth and abnormal,
But imagination is beyond approval.
Go far and beyond local optimal,
Your courage is certain and unconditional.
Categories:
plurals, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
( "Write the truest sentence you know." - F. Scott Fitzgerald )
Variant plurals suffering suffixation's whims;
fly-tomatoes and the valley boo-mouse,
when the sheep alumnus in a mother-in-law seed,
animosity-cat tiptoes in the church alchemy,
genetic forty-winks sing noun names; brag and blame.
Go to the spy picnic early, the heavy earth hides,
the shy long-cot swings over the screeching pond.
She wont let me say the words; I love her,
an ice-cream non-communist with a gypsy-grace and a smorgasbord-rub,
( I have tone-deaf toothpaste and my megawatt chow miens)
It’s enough to make you gang your hemihedral in a jolt-wagon.
Someone aught to have better sea-sense. Not me-
I’m palm-crucified. My bulls-eye is a hearse!
She might marry me to a multi-syllabic drainage or I might climb the scrupulous oak.
Categories:
plurals, humor,
Form: Prose Poetry
A simple decision
I came to accept at a younger age than known
I don’t remember my earlier birthdays
But since it fell in place
September, November, December
Then it’s a depressional season alone
If it were up to me, when I reached seven
I would have been heavenly gone
And you ask me
Will I be coming home for the holidays?
Holidays, they come, they go
For smiles and snow, a New York warmth
I’d trade with any convict doing death row
You punish me, but it seems to be
Something more than mischief
A flaw in your parental morals
Let’s graph the hope held in each poor child
You and I
We have-nots were claimed as plurals
Life long friends
How much more can we endure pal
Do you no longer ask
If I’ll be home for the holidays
This is for your birthday, each passing Christmas
The wars in which you continue to enlist us
The days you missed us
The casualties whom bit the dust
The individuals whom pissed on trust
For those entitled to this imperishable crush
Will you be home for the holidays?
Categories:
plurals, family, forgiveness, life, music,
Form: Ballad
Revolves and rotates in the constant motion of it
The occurrence of day and night through it
For the earth shows the sun’s sight
And shows the moon’s at night
And carries a variety of things
The animals and the human beings
The most exclusive minerals
For the earth turns them to plurals
For the miracle that earth brings
As it also changes the state of the things
Well, the earth consists of a number of things indeed
And to use these things, an effort is all you need
For everything there is a reason
The purpose of the creation
Even a smallest thing could never be made by itself
Then the earth also could never be made by itself
Because of the things that earth posses
It is obviously not a self-process
Rightly so, there is a power behind everything else
And this power is the Almighty and nothing else
Categories:
plurals, faith, inspirational, nature, song-earth,
Form: Lyric