We will share lunch with you the puppies offered, running in a bunch.
The mailman was offended. You dogs who chase me would eat my lunch?
What is it? Asked the skinniest mutt, she was more particular than others.
It is something on a plate! The boys yelled out, all together four brothers.
If I share my lunch, will you stop chasing me, please?
The mailman asked this with intent, that was ruined with a sneeze.
Sure! The pups said as he split his lunch and gave them half.
Food gone. Chase was on. Mailman’s wife rolled her eyes and laughed.
She was no ordinary witch, and black was not her color oh no
she wore purple robes and red silk hats with bat thorns
as big and fat, as devil horns
Her name was Creepella but they called her the old hag
though barely 62 she was the skinniest bean on a tiniest rag
Once, she had so many kids and didn't know what to do
but then one day she ate them up served with rat tail stew
Whenever someone passed her way and yelled "bless you "
she'd put a spell on them, that no one could undo ...
She was no common witch and wore her shoes too bright
and when the ghost of Halloween came out to glean
she'd rob their candy send them crying, oh she was so mean
and when the kids were bold she'd called upon her big fat Moses
an evil cat from hell that when he meows, everything decomposes
No she was not an ordinary witch by far, she could drive faster then a car,
and turn a baby into tar, with nothing more then the suck of her breath.
Once knew a gal named Lean Jean
The skinniest young chickie I've ever seen
When she turned to the side
Wondered where she did hide
Her shadow even disappeared from the scene
I Send This Early Valentine
By Franklin Price
2/11/2017
I send this early valentine
Out into cyber space
I'm sending it to all of you
With a smile upon my face
Peace, love and lasting happiness
I'm wishing for you all
The skinniest, the fattest,
The shortest and the tall
All races and religions
All colors of the skin
No matter what the language
Please send it on again
If we work together
Our families are blessed
Love yourself for who you are
Give respect to all the rest
Valentine's day will be here soon
These words I do impart
It's love, not hate, I'm sending
And it's coming from the heart
PAS MUET
I am a puppy here
The smallest
The skinniest
The silentest (is that even a word)
Stotteraar
Bègue
I wheel my wheels among them
The alpha dogs
The loud ones
I am silent
Bègue
My eyes are open wide
I watch them
Follow their every move
My mouth clammed shut
Bègue
My hands write nervously
On my notepad
With my pencil
My words arranged in neat sentences
Bègue
He understands though
He smiles with fun, no pity there
We go way back
He is my psychiatrist.
Bègue
In silence I contemplate
But silent I am not
My words are multi coloured
I like them
Niet stom
Not mute
Pas muet.
Pas muet.
***
December 30, 2016
It's funny how time flies away.
"Like the blink of an eye"
my father did say.
I know now what he meant.
My youth and beauty are all spent.
Where did that time go?
It is now I that is home alone.
From my nest my kids have flown.
I am my mother, my hands show.
As I type and am looking down,
at these puffy old hands I frown.
Could these hands be mine?
It's funny how time flies away.
I gave him my skinniest years I'd say.
That X husband of mine.
But flying time also brings wisdom.
We at last can escape from the prison
of youthful fears and wasted tears.
Roll on time but slow down please.
I have still so much to do and see.
From fear of the future release me.
I was perfect once, but it passed me by.
Pert breasts, skinny legs.
I made men sigh.
I was perfect once, but didn't know as
about my skinny frame,
my mother worried so.
I was perfect once as on my wedding day.
I gave him the
skinniest years I'd say.
I was perfect once, thing is I never knew.
Never felt so sexy
as I do with you.
Now that I am overflowing,
sensuous, voluptuous.
Know my sex very well,.
I can yet cast a spell.
I was perfect once, and I am still.
If you look for bones,
there are plenty in
a graveyard!
Once knew a gal named Lean Jean
The skinniest young chickie ever seen
When she turned to the side
Wondered where she did hide
Even her shadow disappeared from the scene
© Jack Ellison 2015
I am a turtle, who finds comfort in its own shell.
I am a groundhog, scared of its own shadow.
I am the abandoned house at the end of your street, empty on the inside.
I am an unfinished book, hoping for a good ending.
I am misery reaching my hand out for company.
I am the skinniest tree in the forest crying out for sunlight.
I am a lost sock on the side of the street waiting for someone to find me.
I am hidden treasure, waiting for someone to claim me.
I am defeat and love, passion and heartache, disgrace and hope.
I am things yet to be discovered,
I am a girl waiting to be loved,
I am me, all of these hings and more but you wouldn't know...
Beautiful
There are so many things that tell you what “beautiful” means today
But please don’t listen to anything that they say
They say you have to be the prettiest, skinniest, finest, and the best
But trying to achieve these…when do you get to rest?
All youre doing is satisfying their needs
So many times this works and their plan succeeds
Why do you do this…what is it worth?
There’s a God out there who made you beautiful from birth
Don’t try to live up to the standards of others
This will leave you broken…but God’s love recovers
To him you are beautiful. You are the apple of his eye
He will surely love you till the day that you die
He will love you for exactly who you are
He will cover up and heal all of your scars
For the world will eave you. They don’t care what happens to you
But God always cares for you. His love is true
But what God says, the world will despise
He tells us our beauty is from the inside
If you pick God the world will tell you that you are dull
But remember….
To God you are ALL beautiful
1 Peter 3:3-5
Prom court
All these beautiful, skinny girls
Line for one to be chosen for Prom Queen.
What about the other girls?
The ones with braces that never smile,
Girls that are teased daily for being overweight,
What about the one who didn't attend prom because she's harassed by everyone that sees her?
They sit in the far back,
Staring,
Wishing they could be on the stage with their love
As a crown is placed on her head.
No,
Thats no how the world spins,
Only the prettiest and skinniest get the awards and attention,
There's no room for the "weird" girls.
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