Holy moly!
A school bus and a roly-poly
are similar in shape but not in size,
which, when crossing streets, implies:
for both to look both ways is wise.
I saw a rolly polly in my path.
"You cross the sidewalk, so slow.
How long it must take you to go!"
He said, "You do the math".
Entry for the MORE THAN A SOFT TOY Contest
More Than A Soft Toy
More than a toy--
This poly-cotton blend,
A plushy bear,
My bestest friend.
His name? Chuckles Beary--
And boy can he rock!
Kept his guitar
In an old woolen sock.
When I was down,
All alone with the blues,
He’d “Roll over Beethoven
and tell Tchaikovsky the news.”
Chuckles played his guitar
“just like ringing a bell.”
His hugs and music
Made everything well.
Even today, grown up
And turning gray,
I can still hear Chuckles
Tune up and say:
“Let me hear that rock and roll music,
any old way you choose it.
Got a backbeat--
you can’t lose it.”
And I’m young again
With Chuckles Beary,
When Rock and Roll was young
And the world a lot less scary
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
Miss you C.B.
I writ a poem bout poly-ticks
Exposing all its dirty tricks
It caused a stir
Ruffled some fur
Cuz there ain’t nothin’ they can’t fix
Rolly poly foley kitty cat
Ate a sandwich with a fried-up rat
Coughed up a bit on my welcome mat
Because he did not want to get totally fat
rolling wall to wall - tumbling down the hall
infamously down the stairs, sans fall.
who can be as cool as a roly poly kid?
the older lady, you can guess who, has to crawl
to make it off the floor, crawling like a babe, new.
she hopes not to stumble on the shadows that fall.
naptime and tea, my buzz, whilst the kid
endlessly tumbles his way through adolescence.
one day, the same fate awaits him as the rest of us.
but now is his time, to aimlessly go head over heels,
not in love yet, just maneuvering like a rolled out rug.
this kid with unfathomable energy until he sleeps.
Politicians will be the end of me.
To cynical now to trust their lie!
To angry now to listen to:
Continuous disharmony,
Pointed conversations,
Loose denominations.
Finding flourishes,
As the mouth,
Drivels,
Contagonistic,
Voyeuristic,
Egotistic,
Unrealistic!
Politicians will be the end of me!
Polecats in harmony,
Conversations without relations!
Christian living,
Without forgiving!
It seems we've come up with numerous definitions,
For life, and what it all means.
From the biological to the philosophical,
And all the various strata in between.
The scholarly sciences, may include the aspects
That need to respirate, regulate, and replicate.
While philosophers might wonder how we
Facilitate, proliferate, or just deal with our hate.
Recently I've seen our evolution, along the
Political spectrum grow and accumulate.
Where fantasy has driven false narratives,
And chaos remained for those to speculate.
Will life now be defined by the social-economic,
Or will it divide our very structure again?
Since these interactions can certainly be the death of us all,
And life may never be the same as it has been.
Active fun-loving roly poly little goalie
slowly retrieved a ball so lowly
He said right away
It is a great day!
The crowd yelled back “Holy Moly!”
divide and conquer
one size fits all agenda
money to be made
***
Yesterday proves…
“There is no science, to Political Science”
(Election Day: November 8, 2016)
Used to be called a teddy bear when I was roly poly
Now when you see me it's like I've gone on safari
Exaggerate a bit?
Perhaps, I admit
But having fits keeping the girlies off my trolley
Poly-Ticks is Greek for " Plays with Dicks",
Whilst all carries on as before,
Stop! A moment please, I insist,
Name me one worthwhile person in that whole crowd,
Cite a single act of which they can be proud,
They're mediocre, half wits who haven't a clue,
But do you know what's worse? They rule me and you.
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