APROPOS OF DING DONG DITCH AND PALS
Literally, AI pranks
Have caused suicides:-
One while on the computer;
The other by a back shot:-
This may sound funny,
But death is no silly joke;
Neither should pranks be:-
Putting all in perspective,
In half of a month,
Check out “AI Psychosis”
And its friend, “Sycophancy”!?!
As must be with war,
Let us crack down on greed and
Its collateral damage:
At least give this all some thought:-
Remember when we were young, you and I
Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause
The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches
We'd put on the charm when it came to mom
Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause
You, big brother, I followed and looked up to
We'd put on the charm when it came to mom
Inseparable, we stood by one another
You, big brother, I followed and looked up to
We went our different paths as we grew
Inseparable, we stood by one another
I miss the fun times when we were kids
We went our different paths as we grew
The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches
I miss. The fun times when we were kids
Remember when we were young, you and I
2/8/2020
A plain Pantoum not a rhyming pantoum
Contest Name PANTOUM
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
February 10, 2020 POTD
Typically a pantoum is made up of two rhyming couplets, however, Western writers altered and adapted the form, the importance of rhyming and brevity diminished. So, pantoums do not need to rhyme.
Pranks
AGE, likes to play pranks
And tamper with my eyes
When I look in a mirror
It reflects awful lies.
My hair medium brown
Long ago turned grey.
Mustache on my lip,
No, no , no how, no way!
My figures an hourglass
Sad my sands shifted
My minds creative
It memories drifted.
What about those jowls
Hanging down so low
My full luscious lips
Now, where did they go?
My eyes big and bright
Unusual shade of green.
Age… Pranks you’d stop playing,
If you’d seen the hag I’ve seen!
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Nov.13,2017
Birth Pranks!
labour....a baby cries
then popcorn of exploding smiles
yet, he's wary of lies
will he quickly talk
before he can do anything or walk
to tell if he is his folk?
"why not like his brother
nor at least the face of his mother
or me his ugly father!?"
common labour pranks,
aftermath of protracted labour pangs
is wagging of tongues!
*
let's wallow in mirth
not by small but by a large girth
for the infantile birth.
recalling the pot
burned on fire to simmer hot
and cook this lot.
womb is not defied
cankered or be it of lineage wild
that yielded the child.
no sooner is he out
than there is the malignant doubt;
"this is not dad's snout!"
law of the bush:
baby survives overturned in a rush;
in atavism check by Cush!
**Conceived when a friend's wife gave birth at home. The poem casts a slur to rural births that took place those years when a child had to really resemble his father.......! Infant mortality and divorces then were pretty.
13th September 2013
not just any jokes;
but a humorous prank,
in dirty deeds and actions.
a banana peel for slipping,
a whoopie cushion for surprising.
series of sarcasms for icebreakers,
at last, untold execution of tickling for random giggles.
and maybe a secret diss in your wish list.
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