Santa cow and her sidekick Dairy Delight
Stomped over to the fence with eyes so bright
They were each wearing a fluffy Santa hat
I did not know what to make of that
We are ready to deliver the presents Santa Cow said
Was she daft? Crazy? Nuts? Had she been dropped on her head?
But Santa does that, doesn’t he? I said to her in a whispery way
Not to this dairy farm, he doesn’t honey, she said, sassy that day
It is always us, Dairy Delight said, so where are the gifts?
The elf has them but he has been thrown into snow drifts
When will we get them? I felt pressured right now.
As soon as I dig him out, I told Miss Santa Cow.
Here, hit me as hard as you can, please,” Squidward Tentacles says.
The customer who takes the bat, swivels her confused head.
She has no idea the reason he is saying this is Bob’s enthusiasm.
That he has returned to his cashier job at Krusty Krab, in the chasm.
“I am busy being dead or anything else,” he had said when leaving this job.
Missing this sarcastic, crusty old coot, was soon lamented by Sponge Bob.
After another April Fool’s joke goes wrong, Squidward snaps his thong.
“Oh, why is it whenever I’m having fun, it is somehow quite wrong?”
This crabby, grouchy, crazy, sidekick is hysterical in many a great way.
To not watch him in a Sponge Bob episode is a wasted TV Day.
We all have someone in our lives this grouch reminds us of, I bet.
I begin to grin as soon as I see Squidward Tentacles on my TV set.
The Halloween reaper is the craziest yet
He is the devil’s sidekick, a treasured pet
If he comes to collect you, you have been bad
He came for my uncle, and my step granddad.
What did they do? I wanted to know.
The reaper turned to glare, his eyes were aglow.
I screamed and ran off, terrified of him for sure.
Whatever they did, must have been evil, pure.
Madame sun has always had a bit of a crush on the moon
They see each other from afar daily, and of course, sometimes on zoom
the moon is conflicted as to whether it will work out
Go for it! Yells the star named Dave, who loves to shout.
But what if we can never fully together truly be?
The moon is practical, and has the wisdom of at least twenty-three
Madame Sun is nurturing, she is worth the trouble says the star.
If you do not go for her, I will, and I have a car.
This irritated the moon because he always wanted to have a car.
He had never liked Dave, but now he disliked him by far.
If Dave liked Madame sun, he would go after her now for sure.
Madame sun paid off Dave, a loyal sidekick for sure.
the dog looked hopeful, and wanted the nod
His owner gave it gladly to his sidekick Todd
Todd ran off in the rain, jumping high with glee
Throwing loads of water up on his knee
Happy they were, two kindred folks, in sync you see
I was just a sidekick
nothing more
just a significant other
with no name
nothing more
that's all I was
we want to be wizards stated the young owl
He meant he did, also his sidekick, T.V. Mowl
Mowl did whatever Henry wanted to do
He did not have a mind of his own, dendrites were few
Why wizards? I asked Henry, the lead owl always.
We think it will make October more fun, in several ways.
Can you name one of them? I asked him, wondering why.
We heard it will get us free cookies, cakes, and lemon pie.
I have no idea who told these owls this weird stuff.
Told them so, and Henry walked out in a huff.
T.W. Mowl stuck up his beak before he followed him.
He always mimics his much smarter friend.
Tall and sleek, a tower of might,
my eyes find the tall figure, pure delight.
I'm hot and thirsty in these sweltering days,
with salivating ways, I gaze at this faithful friend in countless ways.
Its lid twists tight, a secure seal to make,
a straw pokes out, for a refreshing take.
It is with me always, wherever I roam,
my trusty sidekick, never far from home.
Gary the gargoyle crept out of his crypt and up the side of a wall
From there he could see that the villagers were no kind of tall
He knew even with pitchforks and hoes they would not scare him
What too you so long? Asked him sidekick, a ghoul name of Jim.
I have found a map for you my pal Mary Lee said
I was excited, because she has great ideas for me
but can’t we go together? I asked her.
Not this time, maybe the next one.
Three naysayers said there must be something wrong
Why wouldn’t she want to go? It might be a trap.
I knew my friend would not steer me on a wild calf chase.
I ignored their negativity; as I always do.
Mary Lee stayed home with her livestock
and I set off, with a trusty sidekick, Merriweather.
Merriweather adores everything about me.
She builds me up and chases unkind people away.
Two of the naysayers sent me mean texts.
Warning me that this might be a trap.
I did not find the fountain of youth this time
But Merriweather and I got closer.
And I remembered why I cut naysayers lose.
I blocked both of their names and numbers.
Knowing my life would get easier.
And it did.
it was autumn and the leaves were everywhere
the bunny rider came out of the skies, without a care
her steed was white with enormously large teeth
and bunny ears that flopped above and beneath
he had a sidekick, his cousin small pink bunny boy
treated him with respect, and yet, he was like a toy
the bunny rider’s hair was flowing, red as the leaves
they flew through the air, next to my steed named Jeeves
Jeeves is a goat, and he could hardly keep up with them.
They are so fast! He lamented. His face was sad and grim.
We can ride along side, they are our friends, I said.
The bunny rider’s hair was maple leaf color, truly red.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
He fills all family hearts with true joy.
His luxurious fur is softly styled.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
A true sidekick, his help may get me riled.
Our love keeps growing for our sweet boy.
More than a pet, Raja is our sweet child.
He fills all family hearts with true joy
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
He is quite verbal and smart as a whip.
Our family life is his true glee.
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
Being a cat is truth he cannot see.
Raja heels so no problems on a trip.
Wherever we are Raja wants to be.
He is quite verbal and smart as a whip.
There was a time I didn’t know my worth.
I didn’t know my purpose.,
I’d felt that way since birth.
I would talk to other girls at school,
but when they formed their cliques,
they did not find me “cool.”
Not cool enough to be part of their group.
I was just their sidekick who
got left out of the loop.
Broken, I was losing my strong will,
but neither was I the type
who could just stand still.
I looked for others like myself; boldly
I bounced back, giddy, in junior high school,
where I formed bonds of gold.
Streaming like the rain outside
The windscreen wipers working like
My heart and chopping onions stuff
A testament to will the good of another
The kids are in the back and can't see what's going on
Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling in the driving seat
I think of my wife and when we first met
She was always running late
As I was shoegazing on the corner
I needed a parrot sidekick
High on Belgian waffles and coffee
A hip new sensibility
The dash cam records the journey
Join me on my magic carpet
Grant me three wishes
Give me some tassel
In the Maghreb
I'll be your magic lamp
In order to reveal myself
Let's pick out curtains
Vive la différence
couples complement each other
balancing the scales
one will play the jokester
clown and storyteller
the other acts as sidekick
filling in if there are gaps
they juggle and finesse their roles
managing an equilibrium
thus the introvert and extrovert
weave their life in harmony
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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