OMG its Santa Claus he yelped and then he ran for the Mickey mask
ducking slinking making small, he hid behind so he didn't have to ask
suddenly he heard an elfish sputter, "Quenya, Tengwar, Luin , Papain"
he lingered longer just to see but fell asleep half way through the task
Santa gave a shaky belly laugh ate one cookie then drank from a flask
No clatter was heard atop the roof just a sigh from little Stevie Woohoo
who didn't have a clue how Santa's shop created, the anti-covid brew
zappy and witty they refilled His cup, "uenque, minque, limpe, maint"
once known as Nicholas, now known as Chris, he delivers without flu
leaving behind a dose of magic, and a spoonful of healtheous goo...
To the White House he did fly to deliver a parcel of good news, and some
he ate the Presidential cookies with delight then wiped up every crumb
in the oval office the treaty was sealed, "Parf, Edhellen, Tenna, Elwen"
healed and restored we were united once again when the cure did come
he returned to the North like a happy drummer boy and his ratatat- tum.
Contest Name: Santa's Covid Christmas
Categories:
ratatat, christmas, december,
Form: Rhyme
When our ears all flap as fast as that
And our noses twitch as quick as this
Giving our laps a rambunctious slap
With fingertips that dance in bliss
As toes Ratatat tap this simple fact
Belly aching in its laugh
Then we will see where we're all at
Is knee deep in our happiness
Categories:
ratatat, humor, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
going back to my pillow
not the ads on TV
I have no pain no gain
just a siesta waiting for fresh direct
delivery a slice of pizzas
and tapenade on toast
so erect for my age
will use the olive oil
and scratch my back
very basic just talk their language
and they will bring the oil
to share around the bloke
brushing my teeth a conundrum
ratatat the tuba for a parade
of mint and hydro peroxide
Categories:
ratatat, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
A black man plucks
a machine gun’s ratatat and a Huey’s blade thwop
“Oh say can you seeeeeeeeeeee….” echoes
A cursing, sacrilegious rendition…….
“by the dawns early light …………The crowds writhe.
“bombs bursting in air………….
a napalm scream
into the reality of Jimi’s throng.
“o’er the land of the free………”
Categories:
ratatat, death,
Form: Verse