Oh, I'm a Limmerjack and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I write all day
I write silly stuff, I fry my brain
I go to the lava-tree
On weekday's I get hammered
And write about thirty-three
I write pretty poems
I eat lotsa stuff
I goes to the lava-tree
On weekday's I get hammered
And write about thirty-three
CHORUS
I write silly stuff, I fry my brain
I pick wild flowers
I dress up in women's clothing
And hang around in showers
Oh, I'm a Limmerjack and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I write all day
My apologies
Homes at the edge of a jungle
must be built on stilts
or the dead will bubble up
through the floor when the rains come.
That is why, when the python
eased its way through a wire casement
above my head
as I sat on the toilet.
I was not that surprised.
I knew it would enter the house
dragging with it a belly full of death.
Pulling my pants up, snatching up the cat,
I ran smiling toward the many deaths
yet to come.
Perky pink python plays a piccolo
Perforated opossum practicing as pro
Pretty prancing porcupine poke Pinocchio
Pronunciation phrases performed in pleasing prose.
Monty Python taught me, the more outrageous the better
Brits were born with giggle genes, the rest got aged cheddar
Being a Canuck
Was partly in luck
My genes, though worn, are still Brit-based giggle-spreaders
Craziest time...
Under my sheet
Felt something strange...
Tickling my feet
My wife wasn't there...
She had slept at her momma's
So I knew it wasn't her...
That had crawled up my pajamas
I froze for a moment...
Lay stiff like a board
Then I jumped like a rabbit...
When my breath was restored
I fell off my bed...
Felt a bruise and a bump
When I landed hard...
On the round of my rump
I admit I was a bit frightened...
And all the bit scared
But I just had to laugh...
When I saw what I feared
It jumped off of my bed...
And it ran through my house
What had crawled up my pajamas ...
Was a tiny white mouse
Craziest Time At The Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
7-28-2020
If you feel too dejected to talk,
are alone and feel dull as a rock,
try to be at your ease,
imitate Mr. Cleese:
raise your legs for the silliest walk.
little coil
shiver and shake
tiny squeeze
squeak
tah dah tah dah
anaconda arrives
need any help? she asks
python hisses a warning
constricting a bit tighter
louder squeak, then silence
dinner’s eyes pop out
python smiles
not about to
share her
lunch
anaconda
slithers away
silent but deadly
a python in high grasses
sneaking up quickly
Ten foot python log then? Well that is a mirror for the senses. First to arrive is a late morning whilst a skipping rope can traverse many waving beams. Travesty when using a pillow. Engrained in a pickle at ninety six degrees. Unfathomable by a curd whose pulsating juices ebb and flow. Like a forestry fauna in a spring printed napkin. Over and over rolls a very fat snail. For its the weather that is sent. In a sentence release. Pointing an iron rock in a clap. And giving a presentation to a sea of prawns. Pretty clam smiles in a soup. Ravishing layers of interlocking legs. In a legal flame. Fish. Fast. Fastened. First-class. *** moonbeams xxxx ding dong. ***
She slithers out of her dress perfectly
like a Ball Python shedding a faded coat of skin.
And her hair floats in slow motion
like astronauts dancing on the moon,
like sun burned autumn leaves letting go of their mother tree,
like a child letting go of a mickey mouse head shaped balloon.
And in her eyes I can see and hear the ocean
and now I'm sinking
now I'm drowning
now I'm letting go
and nothing feels better than letting go.
-Bryce Stoskopf
I went to an ‘animal experience’ its something I won’t forget
Sitting there on benches with a canopy to stop us getting wet
The first creature we saw was a giant cockroach – it was sooooo big
We had the chance to hold it I said ‘no way’ just put it on a twig
Next we saw a giant African snail
The thought of holding it made me go quite pale
Finally they brought out the snakes
I was so scared I got the shakes
But ‘Monty’ python was so stunning
I was good and didn’t go off running
The lady held it for us to touch
So warm and soft it wasn’t rough
Touching a snake does not hold such a fear
I will be brave again if I go next year
Jan Allison
19th July 2014
Act of inspiration wrestle pythons
Research scientists are the primary audience
ethics and research breakthroughs
bring the beauty, multi-media presentation allows
photographers
Auto loading service pistol- long awaited culmination
Brutally overbuilt
disregard" the request for help
generally docile the loudest creatures on earth
Shoot, shovel, and shut-up
collaborators use a suite of factors to assess
national policies to promote efficiency
Europe After the Rain
Persistence of Memory done before 1800
Commercial advertisers often seek purpose
An Experienced Perfectionist
showing a belief in and veneration
imbued with pious sacred rites
*For the cut- up contest
( and yes, these are in exact order LOL)
The Burmese python lives in a creek
Far away from cold arctic
His body is colorful mosaic
The beautiful patterns are very sleek
His patterns are like ones of warriors and knots of Celtic
But in case of this python blue is centric
Like an entry gate to out world the pattern is cryptic
Most of its hues are covered from view but their amount is sick
The idea of evolution being environment in out world they try to mimic
That is why the patterns are like mosaic
They are words in most ancient Gaelic
The ever increasing patterns express ever developing spirit in plane of trans cosmic
The python hung down from the tree,
It hissed and it scared little me,
I gave it a whack,
To make it turn back,
And have someone else for its tea.
For Russell’s Five Minute Challenge, 11th May
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