A fellow named Bob, rather prim,
Found his chances extremely slim.
He’d hide from the light,
Both morning and night,
Where sunshine could not ever skim.
Along the path of life
An abiding faith lies,
The primrose lines the way
Through winter’s harshest wrath;
A vernal lush display.
Along the path of life
Amongst abandoned leaves,
Vibrant, petal gems rise
On mounds of jaded green;
Through fickle April skies.
Along the path of life
Serenity and peace,
Where Lenten Roses bloom;
Evergreen woody stems
Emerging from earths womb.
Date: April 16, 2022
For: All April in Monchielle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
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Placed 4th in contest
prim and proper Miss A
Naked as a jaybird
in throes of dementia
chose the wrong room
old man screams for help
Sit up
But sit back.
Cross your legs
But look relaxed.
Calm down
Even though your pulse is racing.
It's grey tones and red tones
And soft velvet sleeves
Black rimmed glasses are the surface
Of dark water.
A mirror with depth.
A deep glass, a pond.
Look her in the eyes and
Say she isn't worthy.
A heron standing still on
A grey pond on a cold
Winter morning.
Even when your pulse is racing,
Calm down.
Look relaxed,
But cross your legs.
Sit back and
Sit up.
You can be as proper as you like,
But you can never be Prim.
Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been quite a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
Naughtiness dwells
Very strong, I suck it up like a blotter
Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been quite a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
Naughtiness dwells
Very strong, I suck it up like a blotter
Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
In my soul, naughtiness dwells
Very strong, I suck it up like a blotter
Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
In my soul, naughty dwells
Very strong, I suck it up like a blotter
they sat under the apple tree
two little, 4 year olds having fun
could hear there voices tinkling
and a giggle now and then
suddenly all was serious
i could hear the little girl say
thats rude Peter Perkins
in a prim and proper way
he marched off with stern face
i asked her what was said
he wanted to swapsy looksey
that's rude said my uncle Fred.
i smiled and said well done
thinking ...soon she will be a big girl
such thoughts she will overcome
sampling life with a twirl
.
penned 31 July 2016
Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
Inside, naughty dwells
Very strong, suck it up like a blotter
© Jack Ellison 2015
There is an imp name stim
Stim touched the rim
his dads name is bim
they eat out of bins
heres my crim
buy some din
eat some tim
watch out its a rim
oh no stim ate rim
watch out IM ****ING RETARDED!
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