I'd sit on his lap, content as can be,
until he'd slide those dentures out
and giggle with glee..
My two year old self would reach out
to grab, he'd suck them back in
before I could nab..
With time as I began to age his
talented teeth ceased to amaze.
No longer two and as wide-eyed,
I'd yell "stupid Poppa" and
from his lap slide..
When Hank wanted to pull a prank
He would have God Himself to thank
sank into a corrupt bankrupt bank
Haiku Sort of o would love from above
This little lie you're sold, it's gonna grow some mold.
This little lie you're sold, it's gonna grow some mold.
This little lie you're sold, its gonna grow some mold,
grow some mold, grow some mold!
Spread the lie to others DON'T! I'm gonna speak some truth.
Spread the lie to others DON'T! I'm gonna speak some truth.
Spread the lie to others DON'T! I'm gonna speak some truth,
speak some truth speak some truth!
This little prank you pulled, it's gonna get you back.
This little prank you pulled, it's gonna get you back.
This little prank you pulled, it's gonna get you back.
Get you back, get you back!
Focus on a plot, may you like a lot,
in this beginning so you introduce-
at it's middle you did deduce-
an end- is what you have, too produce-
Testing this out; you dial out any number,
ask! is Perry - Slap Happy News there with you?
polite voice on that other end said; wrong #
try again, this is Tate, for heaven sake...
a little later; you 'call again' 2nd time
same voice; have you misdialed again-
you laugh, as you sound off; 'Right then!
I'm sorry to have bothered you' again...
'Last dial' to that # same voice, now announce
you had to know-asking, have I mispronounced
I'm Slap Happy News your reporter- I truly be!
hee hee " has any calls come-in for me "
silence- a pause, on his other end, awhile...
then right on! - you did produce - a Smile.
well folks all this is 'a PRANK 'also known as...
conversation, frustration, aggravation
In the Nineties Clyde’s heart sank:
The slowest to rise in rank!
You’d think him some faulty shank,
The air about his room dank
But he was filling his tank
For being no stranger to prank
That made less rich a bank…
Still, not the gods would Clyde thank.
In life he’s at the bottom
And to others An Atom:
Some witch beating the tom-tom
That for him raised a phantom…
The Thankless for being luckless,
For diversions his wireless;
Clyde could slap a motherless:
Really a ship rudderless
Nothing like an after-dinner prank
Hey, where are all the fish in the tank
In the night came a thud on our roof
Seems the rock in a sock was a spoof
A young kid had some fun,
My Dad got out his gun
And the kid running home was the proof.
Written March 30, 2022
My Uncle Bill thought it would be hilarious and fun.
To warn a fellow merchant of a shoplifter - Miss Gun.
The employees followed her all over the store that day.
They reported that she left quickly, as if she was running away.
She came outside and we could see she was in a snit.
She had a red face, and brown eyes were flashing quite a bit.
What is wrong? Someone asked and Bill could not stop his grin.
I noticed it, and so did my unobserving usually ten-year-old twin.
Our Aunt Marge was in a horrible mood when to home we returned.
Those employees followed me the whole time! She was truly burned.
Bill kept laughing but did not tell the rest of us of his prank.
Until Marge left. She was the oldest sister, and could be a real crank.
Gray fog ease under darken night;
Consumed by tears and frozen fright.
Trees lie upon forest dense floor,
As bitter chill wind flows and snore.
In darkness inward whirls around.
Wolfs, howl! Owl hoots! A riled screams sound.
I am chill to the bone; I shout.
Flashlight flickered, flared and went out.
The doorknob turns. Shush, not a word;
It shuts close, snap of the lock heard.
Frigid chill stream through the dim air;
Crackling fire burns, do not known where.
Ashes and smoke fly all around;
Fire licking up like tongues abound.
Hush, hush, she hangs from the rafter.
I run, from the wind's shrill laughter.
10/7/2021
Something Spooky 8 To 16 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
I was maybe two or, possibly, three
When I tossed our cat into the deep well
As a toddler, I was on a playful spree.
I am certain everyone would now agree
My reasoning, it would be hard to tell,
I was maybe two or, possibly, three.
I was much too young, as anyone can see,
To think it anything other than swell
As a toddler, I was on a playful spree.
And I suppose I enjoyed a certain glee,
Before my mother snapped the spell
I was maybe two or, possibly, three.
As the story goes, I was just being me
And I did not seem to notice the smell,
As a toddler, I was on a playful spree.
A thinking lad would set the kitten free
Not drop it into the drinking water well,
I was maybe two or, possibly, three
As a toddler, I was on a playful spree.
written July 11, 2021
In the name of Prank
What are we doing?
Abusing and humiliating
Flirting and dating
Pushing and pulling
Trolling and mocking
Slapping and thoking
Subscribing and sharing
Spitting and daring
Attacking and throwing
What are we doing?
Where are we going?
I will never fit in. That's one of my best qualities. Terri Willingham.
There you are my April Fool
You're meant to be as me
When you can say you're only truth
is that you're left to be
When only you can say you're proof
of what was meant to be
When only you can say the truth
is that you're taught by we
April Fools is on the new horizon
When the next time the sun rises
There will be innocent fibbing and lying
Is it a prank, a joke?
Or just a forum for one to stand up to insult?
It is a whole day dedicated to giving
Laughter an opportunity to make a better living
Hopefully the day will be relaxed
And nobody will face the issue of being sacked
Beware of the pen
With the exploding ink it could send
Then there could be an alluring call
That rings inside the working stall
Look at things closer
Especially if the reading is off the informative poster
All in all a good little spook
Could end up as a romantic hook
And as time carries on
From the flirty spring fling con
He could walk down the aisle to say ‘I do’
Allowing her to reply, “April Fools on you”
fiery tongue trained
in felon flame
seeped'n squashing syllables
puked by bundles
nocturnal nimble knitted
at hoisted hankering
pulpy passion pulsed
dripping dark some
gaunt gifts gulped
like whooshing waves
taunted torrent braced
terror to rain
soon, nature sang
porous politic's prank.
'20:03:01:09:43
Note: Dedicated to Olusegun Olufela Kuti.
Pulled Prank With Ballance in Bank
What they had done was pulled a prank;
Did artificially increased balance in bank;
Then crazed,
And amazed;
Result would be joy while my heart sank.
Jim Horn
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