Short Crocker Poems
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norman rockers
no feet wasted
hai chairs with short arcs
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H/T to Milt Hankins' Crockers
Betty Crocker has a way with a cake
With her directions, anyone can bake
Written October 14, 2022
[scraping the bottom
of the bowl]
An old lady went to the doctor.
Soon the nurse came in as a proctor.
Her face was blushing red.
She covered up her head.
“Relax and think of Davy Crocker.”
© August 19, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
I wonder if Betty was grandmother to Norman
Both being creative and somewhat prolific
Not knowing either well, I can’t be specific
I’m betting they both own a George Foreman.
Written October 15, 2022
N/T Norman Crocker
jesus and elvis in a halo
of black and green light.
a pink madonna next to
betty crocker.
with ronald reagan standing
stately in his best suite.
all hanging along the walls
of tattoo parlors and chinese
dive bars across america.
now it is our heritage as patriots
to protect these last of the
wandering bisons.
Form:
This poem maybe a limerick
but for safety with rhyme I will stick
There was a young man
his name was James Crocker
He owned a dog
the breed was a cocker
They decided to go for a ride in a plane
the type, it was known as a twin engined Fokker
The turbulence wild
the flight was a shocker
They arrived back home
at six on the knocker
I walked her home
Chatting aimlessly of nothing
Finding words to fill time
As we slithered by the Betty Crocker Shop
Sweet fragrances
Of apple pie and coffee
In a death grip
Pulled us both inside
And forced us to sit at a table
The waitress
A knowing accomplice
Snickering behind her receipt book
Scribbled down mounds of orders
That were forced upon us by the heated oven
Three hundred pounds later we left
With your hands held up limply;
As if consumed by a fear;
You claim your provisions;
So few can come near
But I hear only echoes;
Designed and construed.
Like as growth from a hot house;
Not flower or food.
But this meat and potatoes;
With butter and bread
And these rhyme’s Betty Crocker;
Will it stay in your head?
This venue you’re serving’
Lacks an herb or a spice;
And until you are sorry;
You only suffice.
Poem for a Friend
Had written a poem with my pen a quill
Then I headed straight for Nashville
For a new song to bring to life?
Free from sorrow and all strife.
My song sure was happy as can be
And always reminded me of me
Never lethargic but full of love
Flying around like a white dove.
Many ways with words hate to mince
So with this great poem I will dispense
Read formula for it in Betty Crocker
Has become a real head knocker.
Jim Horn