oh
Sal saw sea
beyond the seesaw
but
did her fish suit swimming
in a flashy swimsuit
Doug, her dog
at the pantomime
groans a panting moan
then
Sal, fish and Doug
did a selfie on her phone
One sunset in mid September
I sat alone by the river
Watching white birds fly together
Amidst rousing stormy weather
September 19, 2023
Uncle Sal is usually and forever absent or late.
He always brings someone interesting as a new date.
His latest turquoise haired lady is decorated up to the max.
I think she is a hooker, said our cynical Uncle Jax.
Hooker or not, she is a looker, said Great Grandma Lee.
I like it when Sal brings in someone pretty to see.
Sal is her boy, her joy, her light her love, her youngest baby.
We know better than to say something mean about him to Grandma Lee.
Sagely senile pipe-smoking sensuous Sal.
She was the matriarch of her coven, quite a gal.
But wait, a newcomer said. Isn’t she just an owl?
This caused a riot, many educated Wiccans yelled foul!
They chased the Newbie off, smacking her with a towel.
She was screeching and screaming with half of a jowl.
You see in this coven; the matriarch is always an owl.
Besides no one dares double-cross sagely senile sensuous Sal.
She knows when the trees will sap, and the wind will howl.
She is wise beyond the wisest of any weird human gal.
Her witch hat is a tiny clue that she is more than a mere fowl.
If you come by, be prepared to please pipe-smoking Sal.
Potted Meat Sal,
Glued a Duckpond to Old Val,and in the winter, she collected Pearly Queens,
But instead of fish and carrots, she had parrots in her slippers,
And two miles of the M40 in her jeans.
He said he loved her and he always would,
Gave her a smile and cocked his head just so.
Then he looked in her eyes, just like he should,
And told her that he'd never let her go.
He said that her skin was so soft and clean
And that it was made for just one man's touch.
Her hair was silken with a golden sheen
He loved her soft glow and her smell so much.
She kind of smiled, gazed at her new lover,
Said, "Stranger, you're a handsome kind of mess!
Must be drivin' them cows with no cover,
You're different from the others I confess.
"Next time you're passin' through this old cowtown,
Just ask anyone for me - name's Sal Brown."
September 15, 2016
For Contest No. 203
He was a goofy kid
wearing a velvet sombrero.
The only reason I
ever hung around him was
the laughs,
and the contrast between
he and I.
He didn't listen to music
and I was
okay with that.
I once had a friend named Sally
Who loved the Fresno Valley.
Her desire to travel
Soon did unravel
A wee one dubbed Callie O'Malley.
October sunshine late afternoon
Time hasn’t fallen back yet
Six orange raspberries
Sweetly melted on my tongue
A second harvest
Missed by the catbirds
Found by the ants
A gallon or two of
tiny red and yellow
Tomatoes
To be halved and drenched
In dark Balsamic
With perhaps a slice
Of hot pepper
Yellow
Not the fiery red
And a sip or two
Of Mountain chablis
Then maybe some
Devonshire
Or Chilton
With that hard crust bread
To dip in
olive oil