What is hungry that
These turnips
Shall be fattened
With bacon. This
Spoke the troll
he gathered turnips
from Onsager s garden.
Breadcrumbs shall
atop this au gratin
With bacon , pumpkin
from Onsager s mystery
Garden He was angry
because Ole Onsager
Put fatback in front
Of the bacon hiding it
from the Scrooges and
Mizzers. But me Jack
the Troll but mi hand
beneath all that fatback
and found this treasure trove
Of sugarcured bacon. I saw
Turnip greens atop the bulbs
Of earthy goodness.
I remember the from the book
Of Sages, the words of
Meade's and Meanest.
The greens of this frost bit
Place is the garden of the
Mizzers. Only the leaves of
Tender fresh turnips are for
Consumption . My cassorolle
Shall aroma of garlic, onions
and carrots.the crumbled bacon
Shall nearest thee.. the cream and
Roux shall mix with the broth
And these turnips and pumpkins
Shall be loved and adorned.
Not to be looked over by the
Mizzers and Scrooges..
The ground beneath me
So happy d you
Need a pickax
To break it!
Titties in Bra!
Categories:
scrooges, analogy, autumn, celebration, creation,
Form: Ballad
What is hungry that
These turnips
Shall be fattened
With bacon. This
Spoke the troll
he gathered turnips
from Onsager s garden.
Breadcrumbs shall
atop this au gratin
With bacon , pumpkin
from Onsager s mystery
Garden He was angry
because Ole Onsager
Put fatback in front
Of the bacon hiding it
from the Scrooges and
Mizzers. But me Jack
the Troll but mi hand
beneath all that fatback
and found this treasure trove
Alas might conage , mild peppers
and rasains with grated cheeses
and meringue make souflee
And with
sugarcured bacon; be
delicious with the greens, I saw!
Turnip greens atop the bulbs
Of earthy goodness.
I remember the from the book
Of Sages, the words of
Meade's and Meanest.
The greens of this frost bit
Place is the garden of the
Mizzers. Only the leaves of
Tender fresh turnips are for
Consumption . My cassorolle
Shall aroma of garlic, onions
and carrots.the crumbled bacon
Shall nearest thee.. the cream and
Roux shall mix with the broth
And these turnips and pumpkins
Shall be loved and adorned.
Not to be looked over by the
Mizzers and Scrooges..
Categories:
scrooges, analogy, autumn, celebration, creation,
Form: Ballad
What is hungry that
These turnips
Shall be fattened
With bacon. This
Spoke the troll
he gathered turnips
from Onsager s garden.
Breadcrumbs shall
atop this au gratin
With bacon , pumpkin
from Onsager s mystery
Garden He was angry
because Ole Onsager
Put fatback in front
Of the bacon hiding it
from the Scrooges and
Mizzers. But me Jack
the Troll but mi hand
beneath all that fatback
and found this treasure trove
Of sugarcured bacon. I saw
Turnip greens atop the bulbs
Of earthy goodness.
I remember the from the book
Of Sages, the words of
Meade's and Meanest.
The greens of this frost bit
Place is the garden of the
Mizzers. Only the leaves of
Tender fresh turnips are for
Consumption . My cassorolle
Shall aroma of garlic, onions
and carrots.the crumbled bacon
Shall nearest thee.. the cream and
Roux shall mix with the broth
And these turnips and pumpkins
Shall be loved and adorned.
Not to be looked over by the
Mizzers and Scrooges..
Song's of Stessed Women
"The Stresses Of Love"
Axiro and Orixa
The Dried Cabbage Queen"
Categories:
scrooges, analogy, autumn, celebration, creation,
Form: Ballad
We bought her a car. Thanks.
We paid for her gas for a year. All right.
We paid for her car insurance. Okay.
We said we were not decorating for Christmas.
She called us mean.
She called us a pair of Scrooges.
She posted a photo of us on her social media page
With our faces crossed with X’s.
She called my husband a “scrooge”.
On social media.
Any possibility she meant to call him a
Grinch instead?
Categories:
scrooges, pain, relationship,
Form: Free verse
9/14/17
Televisions getting muted
Signals getting lost or boosted
Meanwhile people hooted
Brooded and continually feuded
Was not one to make my drinks diluted
Made me snooze quick or feel rebooted
Having solutions
Handling problems without saying "Houston"
Already proven
Am only human
Not trying to jeopardize the world, because I don't want to see it ruined
Those that were undisputed
At one point or another, got uprooted
Who are you trying to kid
Hating is all that you did
Making sure, I soon win
And that I doom him(them)
Somewhat reclusive
Yet elusive
Not one to make excuses
Or rely on ruses
If you want to be intrusive
Then in the end, the evidence will be inconclusive
Went with and against the blueprints
How I meant to do it
Am one of the truest
With my music
Some folks scrooges
And others stooges
Grandma wore occasional brooches
Mom said boy stop being foolish
And so stupid
Took some cruises
Throwing up Deuces
Categories:
scrooges, dark, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
This city
has a spire
in the middle,
the needle
of Ireland's despair,
cost us money
and lots of our riches,
this is our city so fair,
a government
in ruling
our ruination,
as the clock
in the Liffey
Stood still,
their time
is running out,
a country so wild ,
yet so beautiful,
yet this is all
we have got,
rocked by mass
unemployment,
emigration heavy
on everyone's heart.
A government yes
They destroyed us,
as they made us pay
For what they ill got,
bailing out these
so called scrooges,
fair is the state
of our nation ,
poor in everyone's heart,
this is the state
of our country
Rich and peasants
miles apart,
gambling
our children's futures,
as job creation,
plays the necessary part,
now this is the state
of our country,
Ireland
A nation
in despair
Categories:
scrooges, immigration,
Form: Sonnet
holiday falsity
comes just like the
gathering together
during a tragedy,
when everyone
“forgets” their
differences & bands
in order to defeat
the common
catastrophe of the
moment---
that which is making
its best attempt to
extinguish us all.
that warm comfort
whose warmth is
churned because of
“this time of year”
when americans
round up by the millions
to spend spend spend
the money that they
complain about not
having for the rest of
the year &
the manufactured smiles
dealt by those who feel
obligated to not be
“humbugs,” “scrooges,”
or simply the kind of
person who has the
bitter foresight to know
that around January
10th, everyone will be
back to backstabbing
again.
Categories:
scrooges, life,
Form: Free verse
All the beauty of decorations point to a folly reason,
and everywhere our curious and astonished eyes turn this season:
is about commercial profit and insane shopping sprees...
no, nobody seems aware of the glory of the forgotten Jesus!
If money squandering weren't on anybody's mind,
we would have less worries and sleep soundly as a child;
ever wonder if the Devil had something to do with this?
Believe it, He is the cause of unrest and unhappiness!
We can still redeem ourselves by washing our souls of greed;
imagine how sad and inhuman is to watch the forgotten Jesus
with no visitors rushing to the stable to proclaim Him a King who'll lead:
let's all greet Him and and really value the true meaning of Christmas!
All children may be disappointed about this, sudden drastic change...
getting neither expensive toys nor stuffed stockings on Christmas Eve;
and they may cry...believing that we are the Scrooges of a modern age,
but once they come to visit the forgotten Jesus, they could never leave!
Categories:
scrooges, happiness, hope, inspirational, love,
Form: Rhyme
On my street there are many MacMansions
Full of stuff but not many grandsons
No pets with dirty feet
Just black balance sheets
And morality they have abandoned.
These nouveau riche Ole moneyed Scrooges
Have dinner talk of subterfuges
The poor they abhor
Not a tear on that score
No mangers please, they’ll take cruises.
No room in the Inn “Oh my what a sin”
Said the bankers foreclosing within
No bed for the King?
The streets just the thing
Perhaps the liberals will let Him in?
Categories:
scrooges, holiday, introspection
Form: Limerick
I hate the holidays
there I said it
you can crucify me
and you can leave me out of your plans
I'm the scroogiest of scrooges as time goes on
I want my time to myself
I want Christmas vacation to recover from my job morbidity
I don't want to visit chat, exchange cookies or have meals with your
family
or mine
no thinks
I hate the holidays
there, I said it
you can recoil in horror I don't really care
you can buy endless gifts for ungrateful people
you can speak endless nothings and compliment people you hate
but
I wont join you.
Categories:
scrooges, holidayhate, time,
Form: I do not know?
December comes in lustily
On whirling winds of joy,
Bringing from corners of the world,
Dreams of the ultimate toy.
For each of us is a child at heart
During this magical phase,
We each believe in Santa Claus
These anticipatory days.
The coniferous trees are fruiting
With twinkling lights galore
And every house upon the street
Wears a wreath upon the door.
What is is about December,
Like no other month of the year
That makes us love one another
And fills our hearts with cheer?
Hot chocolate for the carolers
And cookies for our neighbor.
We're in a baking frenzy
And we call it blissful labor.
We're sending packages of love
From here to Timbuktu.
No Scrooges are to be allowed
'Til January bills come true.
Categories:
scrooges, happiness
Form: Rhyme