With stepsisters both so mean
Cinderella's gloom is keen
Then a cool in-law
Her fairy grandma
Helps her to split the bad scene
In the shoe her foot does slide
She's the real deal, bonified!
She's all that, so fine
The prince shouts, you're mine!
Now sweet love will be their guide
That is right August 18,
Today Is National "Bad" Poetry Day.
To all the writers,
here is your chance.
Write something "Great,"
for the world to read.
How about,
National "Great" Poetry Day???
Remember a rhyme is to rhyme,
not kind of rhyme.
A Limerick is to be a five line funny,
not sad or depressing.
A true writer,
writes from their loving and creative heart.
AI writes,
but has no heart to write from.
Many have told me,
less words are more.
So I am stopping here,
so you can add to my list.
Have fun day writing away....
Autumn with all the metaphors I can muster
The beauty of the season and it's golden luster
The raking of leaves
And cleaning of eaves
And my annual trip to the back adjuster
Who can say when the last bell will chime
Only he knows when the end of time
Most the message won't heed
Some will gather what they need
While I just write some words that rhyme
We recently went to the zoo,
sadly there were animals few.
Until we all saw,
which caused an uproar,
giraffes in the café shop queue.
I know a hole in the ground is not the end
I pray dear Lord forgive me of my sin
The end of the fence I can see
Heaven is where I want to be
So many people I want to see again
There once was a snowman named Ray
Who dreamed of a tropical bay
He packed his sunscreen
And flew to the scene
But melted as soon as he lay
*I wrote this poem on January 19, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 19 and the prompt was: Can you write a funny limerick about a snowman who wants to go on holiday?
She never liked it here this her confession
I knew all along I had a connection
her husband passed away
and the very next day
A rental truck in the funeral procession
There was a server at the local cafe you see
Who got in trouble when refilling cups of coffee
Many said just a shot
Half a cup was said a lot
But she lost her job when one said hit me
Dear President Joseph R Biden,
I know I’m about to raise hell~0h well
I can’t go on without celebrating you, as you can tell
If they didn’t know me then, they’ll know me now
I’ll stick to your plan—that we can all make it together somehow
I dig you when you stand up for yourself and say
C’mon man, go ahead make my day!
Is that your best Clint? Because I’m in like Flint!
Although your polls went down
And people paint you as a clown
They criticize you, The man of words—and your fitness
I am aware of all the good things you’ve done, I’m your witness
You avoid conflict; you are there to discuss
So, I too will keep my promise for all of us
To be the new and proud arbitrators
And to let go of the Anayalators
~ OF PEACE ~
I pray, I Implore thee
I depend on your sage diplomacy
To keep us away from—World War Three
Presidents' Day
2/18/22
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