Open those drawers
Do you need any of this stuff?
Things I have not seen in five years
Throw throw throw
Toss toss toss
Drag drag drag
Someone else might like this stuff
What you have hidden for years
Brawling backrooms
swirling in smoke
Bloody negotiations
served up smart folks
Like Ike, JFK and
Harry S. Truman
No Hillaries or Bidens
~ or other clueless humans
Rid of You
You were an anchor tied to my feet
sinking me down into your dark sea.
You thought that I could not be complete
without you, but wow! Now I can be me.
It’s great to be free of your frustrating ways:
all your sulking and moaning and putting me down.
You brought me a world in mere varying grays -
like days filled with rain in which I might drown.
Chorus:
Rid of you, rid of you. Now I feel great.
It’s like from my shoulders was lifted a weight.
I bet that to me you weren’t even true.
Better is no one than someone like you.
**********************************
The sun feels much warmer now on my skin.
The grass now seems greener and bluer is sky.
How trusting was I to once let you in.
Watch me now, Boy; I’m going to fly.
A lark I can be, and my bright song
will be my incentive wherever I go
to not let a man again do me wrong.
With joy I’ll soar above the rainbow.
Chorus:
Rid of you, rid of you. Now I feel great.
It’s like from my shoulders was lifted a weight.
I bet that to me you weren’t even true.
Better is no one than someone like you.
**********************************
I was cautioned, he is a master chessman, so if we go ….
We have to not even whisper, and we have to tiptoe
I was expecting an owl, for I had heard he was a fowl.
I was shocked to see it was a parakeet and uttered a vowel.
The parakeet said get rid of the interloper and I was led away
So I did not see the match between him and Alice that day.
I never went back, for they had put me in jail.
And I decided to stay, for it was a place to get mail.
lizard the balloon animal showed up on a Monday
Refused to go to church the very next Sunday
Had his own way, and stared at me with buggy eyes
I was a bit afraid of him, he drew bees, wasps and flies
who created you? I asked, but he made not a peep
I figured it was my imagination, when I was deep in sleep
how do I get rid of him? I asked my neighbor Mrs. Hop
Just take a pin, she told me. “you will hear a little pop.”
Don Clarke acted like one who’d soon leave.
His callers stood up in compliance,
Then heard the gasped relief Clarke did heave,
To them Clarke’s hurting non-reliance:
The fears of losing his appliance!
“Clarke might his tears wipe with his shirt’s sleeve!”
His stereo that fuels his vain long dance.
Oh! How Clarke loved the songs Big Stars weave;
His mind songs help to strike some balance
Once more, he shall thank Reeve Steve,
For its purchase and song-listening chance…
Meanwhile, play-acting for his callers
Feared by him Disguised Stereo Sellers.
A bumpy toad jumped on my nose and refused to get off.
I tried to gross him out, much phlegm I garnered in a cough.
He was determined and held on tightly with his webbed toes.
I was irritated because after all, it is my own private nose.
Come help me! I yelled to a bat in the belfry below.
He came up and bit the toad on his middle little toe.
The toad bit him back, actually sliced off his head with his teeth.
I was really grossed out when I saw what was underneath.
Here I lie in Ramona,
sick with the virus Corona.
I feel like hell
and cannot smell,
but glad I don't have pneumonia.
In five days' time, I finally felt fine:
Free from the virus Corona.
Then again it hit,
now I'm sick as Schmidt,
as I lie in bed in Ramona.
Money, has created the wealthy
and many, who are unhealthy
Money, has given us disease
with a bacterium, of too many humans
Money, has created the wars
which has made, many sores
Money, has made many do crime
to relieve stress, by having a dime
Money, is not there for many
to have, a good quality life
Money, has been abusing our granite
which can only, destroy our planet
Money, has taken away equality
with no chance, of becoming equal
Money, has taken away respect
to care and be fare, for all life
Money, is destroying our creatures
by bulldozing, Mother Nature
Money, has given us leaders
who greed, for their own need
Money, has created those who are evil
who use and abuse, just like the devil
Get rid of Virus
Still afraid of virulent virus?
Remedy is brought by pink lotus.
Separate petals
from verdant sepals.
Boil to make juice delicious
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09/01/20
'Limerick Fun' Contest by Tania Kitchin
Daisy chain
Dandelion fun.
Smell stems.
But gorgeous flowers.
Weeds?
No way!
The prettiest offerings
In the yard.
I throw out my hands.
Crazy that anyone
Would want to
Get rid of them!
What?
Are you nuts?
What will you try to get rid of next?
Imagination?
Faeries?
Pixie dust?
Rainbows?
Unicorns?
No way I say.
These are not weeds.
They are God’s sunniest flowers!
God Get Rid of Trump
Made Trump president and it did madden;
Then seemed so silent and would sadden;
Perturb,
And disturb;
Should get rid of Trump and us gladden.
Jim Horn
I was a casserole bride
Everything I made was
A casserole, out of
Left-overs, other foods
I could not stand
To get rid of food,
To waste it.
Today I am
A bit more thoughtful
Knowing the raccoons
And the feral cats
Are waiting for
Something wonderful
To land in the dumpster
Has helped me release
My need to eat it all
I throw a lot of bread
And crackers out now too,
For the birds.
And I dump old carrots and
Dried up pieces of celery in
The yard for the deer
And the bunnies.
The neighbor thinks we have
Bobcats now
Because she
Said “all of the bunnies
Have left.
I do not dare tell
Her that I have
Lured them all
To my yard, for
Fear she will
Demand them
Back.
sometimes when
someone walks away
rather than grieve
be relieved
it is one burden
less to carry
but in your heart
he/she is still a friend
it is merely a separation
resulting from human difference
the garden is rid of weeds
in order to grow things
Church Be Rid Of
They died and went to heaven above;
Where each one can enjoy God's love;
Was such a scare;
Bullets everywhere;
Church decided to destroy and are rid of.
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