This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor.
~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~
Liver and onions,
Minced meat pie.
Drinking beer from a can,
Celebrating the 5th of July.
I’ll do away with Haggis,
Kiviak and Sheepshead Smalahoue.
Rocky Mountain Oysters,
Escargot and Fuhu.
Escamoles and fried Tarantula,
Jellied Moose and Airag.
Gaeng Kai Mot Daeng,
and baked polliwog.
Chocolate-covered bacon,
Candy corn or a root beer float
Goodbye Goober burgers,
and pickled ear of goat.
Koolickles, popsicles,
Hominy grits and Spam.
Frog’s eye salad and Turducken,
Tapioca and jellied Ham.
But on this Valentine's Day my dear,
know that there is one thing that's very true.
I'd rather give up my chance to go to Heaven,
then spend a single minute without you.
Categories:
sheepshead, humor, poetry, valentines day,
Form: Rhyme
Instead of fluffy snow, it's steady rain;
cherry trees have blossomed in Brooklyn,
so did the tulips along Sheepshead bay...
even New Jersey has seen Nature in play!
Unlikely last year when all was white, this Christmas
won't have any snow to make everything bright;
children's eyes will sadly gaze from adorned windows
and wish for millions of snowflakes near midnight!
And there is a greater fear that disappointment may linger:
might Santa decline all requests and dash their hopes;
Santa comes from a very cold place and warm wheather
scares him, afraid to ride his sleight on those snowless slopes!
The Northwest is being hit by heavy snow for several days,
what a thrill for those kids riding their sleights and having much fun;
the Northeast is experiencing a bizarre reversal of seasons...
and that makes every kid very sad without snow: wouldn't Peter Pan?
Categories:
sheepshead, december,
Form: Rhyme
coney island
bay parkway
prospect park
sheepshead bay
place eighty percent
of my ashes
where they were once
most happy
and twenty percent
mail to the IRS
return receipt
requested
Categories:
sheepshead, funny,
Form: Blank verse