Short Rapscallion Poems
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A rapscallion
Pit Peterson
A sine qua non
Of Village Hay
A Quid pro quo
A Squid or roe
For Aeneid Poe
Of pillaged Bay
That rapscallion wears the most handsome boots.
When he aims he kills whatever he shoots.
Wears a blue mask.
Brings his own flask.
Millionaire from items he loots.
Rascal the rapscallion was a slyboots rogue
he fancied himself a pixie, spoke Irish brogue
we suspected he was a leprechaun hiding gold
he lived in Skeezicks Forest, Celtic land of old
Do you think there was a Robin Hood,
and, if so, was he good -
or just a bad rapscallion
on a jet-black stallion?
And after this, to me, you've told,
tell me, do you have much gold?
Set off by the smallest sip,
feed me what I want.
A rushed drip.
Luminous shade of darkness,
taste it on my lips.
Blown sadness.
Maneuvering souls like pawns
such a rapscallion,
selling bronze.
I’m struck by your glow,
fierce mellow.
A ten-foot-high sunflower man
with a gold-capped tooth in his mouth but
there ain't no plan
yet he wears the same old knotty
dreadlocks again and again
While walking himself through
Black Folk's yard in that bebop-style
no doubt along the avenue road
while smoking some of that sweet sweet Gunga
Yet, him so full of himself
rasta man young rapper
you rapscallion, did you bring the juice
The prison is locked in, forlorn and deep
But he has promises to keep
Tormented with nightmares, he never sleeps
Revenge is a promise, a man should keep
He rises from his cursed bed
With thoughts of exodus in his head
A flash of rage, and he sees red
Without a hesitate
He broke and fled
Gambling over deadly high gate
A resentful rapscallion once trapped in
Whilst now fleeing --the fenced coffin
PARTY IMITATION
boy watches
birthday video
oh spouse! oh brother!
two bro-in-laws, and
dear old dad, a full
living color gift
dance to the tune:
YMCA
i know y’all can hear it
in your head.
their hands form each letter
“Y” “M” “C” “A”
shirts shimmy
up the tummy
red-headed rapscallion
two year old toddler
smirks
from the other side
of the camera
up goes his shirt
5/19/2017
Old king’s granny was Fitzgerald’s nanny
She found him in every nook and cranny
Fritz- Fitzgerald’s dog
A rapscallion rogue
Went straight to the king and cried out "zany"
granny/Limerick/ (C) Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 21 November 2014