Old Jack is going to turn over new leaf
Gonna be prim and proper to everyone's relief
Been much too naughty
Getting way too raunchy
But trust me, this hiatus will definitely be brief
B-irthday
E-xpression
T-hrills
T-he
Y-early
C-elebrant
E-liminating
R-aunchy
V-irus
A-s
N-ame
I-s
A-pplied
Topic: Birthday of Betty Cervania (April 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-lcohol
L-ets
M-outh
A-void
D-estroyer's
E-pidemic
L-ink
A-s
M-ysterious
E-nemy's
R-aunchy
C-oronavirus
E-ventually
D-isappears
Topic: Birthday of Alma P.Dela Merced (April 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I'd like to sing shaking my head,
Close to the green grasses.
I want to go dancing with a shadow on the banks of the lake,
Where birds sing from thier core of the heart.
I would like to play with rainbow,
Showcasing the streets butterflies fly.
I want to go flying in the blue sky with birds,
I want to go where everybody lives off smile.
I want to climb the highest peak of the Himalayas,
Where the white cloud floats.
I want to go walk on icy continent,
Where the Penguines wander away as gentleman wearing the black and white coat.
I want to go the way of the hot Sahara desert,
Many died from hunger and thirst on their journey,
I would like to touch the moon in the sky with my own hands,
I want to see poverty, hunger and warfare free earth.
Old Jack is going to turn over new leaf
Gonna be prim and proper to everyone's relief
Been much too naughty
Getting way too raunchy
But trust me, this hiatus will definitely be brief
© Jack Ellison 2015
“Quick smart struck onion!
You metronomous fishy tail!
You’ll not be taken in by me,
you fraudulent legume!”
I seemed to have soundly unsettled her
Set her mind cross firing, flailing
But it’s not such a thing to be nettled for
No reason for wail and paling
“Quick, smart, lush young-one!
You’re melodious, pithy, hale!
I’m already taken much with you;
please do let me resume!”
Still I unbloomered my hand and bloused it
Found her skin a singin’ an’ tinglin’
Thrilled firm and brazenly arouse-ed
Her dissent clearly dissemblin’
“Oh quick, start, rush lovin’!
My ‘band’s a louse, gritty, stale!
But he’ll not be taking long from now,
or so we should assume!”
That’s when I heard an unsettling foot step
Eared hobnail booting scooting
And so sought out the exit I 'ad free kept
Flash fear foul intention mooting
Quick; dark, hush, re-button!
Your ‘band sussed our betrayal!
I’d best be taking my leave ‘bout now,
I’ll see you in no time soon!”
I am really, really hungry
Said old man Tony
But all that is in my cabinet
Is a box of macaroni
I hope it is not too old
Because I do not have any money
To go to the store
And get me some baloney
I would buy some from the boot-leggar
But his food looks kind of phony
So I guess I will be eating
“This old raunchy macaroni”
I wish that I was rich
Because I would love to eat at Shoney’s
And watch TV
On a 50-inch Sony
My daughter is thinking bigger
She wants a little pony
And my son, he is just crazy
He wants to be a monkey
And my wife, well she is dead
So I get a little lonely
But it still comes down
To the fact that I am hungry
So let me sit down
And enjoy this
“Old Raunchy Macaroni”
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