Mother asked her big brother to pass the sugar;
big brother ruined it by splashing on liquor;
father rued spilt liquor by throwing his jigger
that hit sister who lit an elbow hard slammer
straight into the hand of their rare guest and butcher;
butcher stood to secure a full-face slap on her;
slap missed, striking their napping, fat cat to a blurred
flying fur on shriek tour that dog crashed with claws bore;
clawed dog wailed and bailed, dragging tail out wee dog door
where he ran to distance pain until a looper
stopped his scooter – close by was one giant cougar;
too pooped to care, tired dog flopped right then and right there;
dog closed eyes, cougar cleared throat, then croaked, ‘Hey, Lassie,
are you insanely blind to cougar claw lugers?’;
dog moaned, ‘A quick cougar corker beats home murder.’
Jazzing around,
the black humming bee
swings along with the strings
Fiddles, guitars
in the piano bars
keeping a-slamming the floor
The music is growing
from under the feet
of the Dancer:
THE BEAT!
(I just took this as a fun little assignment.
I did not even make the deadline for the
contest. I was not targeting any person
at all in this little story. I do not object to
slam poetry and I think it would be
humorous to see someone get arrested
for not even being able to slam correctly!
I love all my friends, slamming and
non-slamming alike. ) Andrea
Some poetry cops learned the crime
Of a slammer who just couldn’t rhyme.
In a jail cell he pays -
Being forced endless days
To hear sonnets while he’s serving time!