In the baseball playoffs, the mighty Chicago Cubs went down
Outscored 12 – 1, 'the sluggers' sneaked out of town
On the other side of the city, the news was much better
The once-awful Chicago White Sox advanced to the second round
Most everyone thought the Sox would absorb another whipping
Guess the south-siders forgot to read their press clippings
Tissues found where shadows begin
Orts of sorts and a bobby pin
Gem clip slipped under hutch nearby
Dust accumulating by and by
Under the couch, as far as I know
A lost sock — hey, that’s where they go!
Leaves leaving trees that somehow sneaked in
Relics of bygone years that cause us to grin
Watching the World Cup with guests on the floor
I’m so glad I vacuumed — I’ll say it once more!
the twin deer sneaked off to visit Santa again tonight
Their polka dotted hair showed up yellow in the moonlight
Rudolph, their daddy, came along and gave them what for
We had a secret for Santa, they told him, which tickled his core
Rudolph had always had a terrific relationship with Santa too
This love for Santa from his twin children was long overdue.
He never knew the secret, for he was a wise, intelligent deer.
But the twins helped Santa in his workshop year after year.
Gary, our gnome lights all of the candles in this church, the priest said
Go about your business, but this is taken care of, added choirboy Ned.
They agreed that Gary would be upset if anyone else did it for sure.
That gnome sneaked in and gave me a look that said “you are manure”.
Barney a bawling baby bat always got his way
He wanted to choose his own jack-o-lantern Tuesday
He threw a baby fit, screeching and waving his wings a certain way.
His mother said no, but his father was pretty easy to sway.
Daddy hid his pumpkin in the boot of their car that day.
Sneaked it into the house and into Barney’s room so gray.
Mommy found it and chastised Daddy for giving a baby fit its way.
Would she cut it into shreds or give it away? No one would say.
Barney did not win that day, and Daddy was given a lecture by May.
His wife who did not reward bad baby behavior, was irritated until Thursday.
Barney and his Daddy knew this mood and stayed out of her way.
Moral of this story, give no credence to a baby fit, when you live with May.
Ebony Velvet, Mrs. Tee’s sneaky black cat
Heard Beethoven’s Fifth, yesterday in the flat
He sneaked around the corner and gave a little peek
her nemesis was playing an instrument, his name was Squeak
Ebony Velvet could have easily reached in and grabbed him as a snack.
She had attempted to do this before, she was fantastic at an attack
But the music was heavenly, so she closed her eyes and gave a rest.
“My best concert ever,” said Squeak. “Simply the best!”
On a hot summer day the refrigerator lost its tune,
for its ever-loyal quiet drone stopped so very soon.
I stood in the kitchen breathing helpless air,
disquiet silence spread unease everywhere.
I pulled the door open with a hopeful mind,
the normal winding mist I expected to find,
but a draft of warm air sneaked out blunting my nerve,
I felt looming danger to what it was meant to preserve.
The milk inside the carton waited to turn sour, I did fear,
butter wilted in golden puddle formed in a muddle near.
The vegetables started withering in their tray,
as frozen freshness slowly began to melt away.
I gave the power plug one last desperate press,
listened for a cheering click for the end of mess,
but inert silence held the refrigerator in a warm grip,
as frosty freezer felt the heat, started to slowly drip.
As the cold domain gradually turned into desert hot,
on the repairman I had my trust for the skills he got,
but until he arrived with his tools without fail,
we had our early lunch before it became stale.
she stealthily sneaked up on farming community
surprising everyone, for they were deep in sleep
threw barns, sheds, tractors and pitchforks into the air
they were whisked away inside her whirling turmoil tunnel
1952 tornado in Nebraska, devastation from an F-4
Mayhem in the hen house
The fox just sneaked in
Cyber security kept him at bay
A broken fence let him in
Black men more likely to get than not,
those regressive genes again we forgot,
coming from monkeys, white men from fish,
evolution, sneaked out of things they wish.
I had my test - PSA was about ten, okay,
gave a grunt when I left, alright on the day;
if one thing doesn't get you - something else will,
which one are you - maybe die laughing still.
Feeling a bit dizzy today, perhaps I'll lie down,
took a neurofen, wonder if it helps white and brown;
think of some friends who took their own lives,
bottle of booze and pills, then the spirit dives.
All so gloomy isn't it - enjoy before too late,
believe or not because u ain't coming back again mate.
fourth of July 2025
people are celebrating Independence Day
Texas is unaware of the tragedy about to descend
a Christian summer camp will never be the same
while innocents slept, they were torn from their beds
By flood waters who had sneaked in like giant serpents
I cannot imagine their terror as they tumbled into icy cold water
dark and dank, a real- life nightmare
many of them children, others just a notch older than this
carried away, downstream, by a flood that stole their hopes and dreams
a flood that will not soon be forgotten,
a monster that carried away many families’ most precious gifts,
their children
Memories dart in and out
as in a game of hide-and-seek
No sooner do I focus on one
than off it has sneaked
My reflexes as tardy as my hair is gray
remembrance plays keep-away
“Dream on, it costs nothing. Mind is the biggest canvas on which you can daub any shade to colour the dreams that you see while sleeping or awake.” ~ By Poet
As the earth snoozed under
a heavy shroud of darkness,
weary and work worn, I lay down,
dreaming of a peaceful sleep.
The moon hang like a silver disc,
its shimmering glow filtering
through tangled boughs of oak trees.
A gentle wind came wafting by
with smell of trellised jasmines
and sneaked through my open window.
Soon I drifted to a dream world.
Like a speeding locomotive,
that came to an abrupt halt,
I lay still, in a coffin.
amid scent of burning incense,
frozen silence, heaving hearts
and silently chanted prayers.
The chariot wheeled me along,
in my last journey through
mazy paths, stretching, stretching
to a world, beyond galaxies.
I woke up soon, my eyes still shut,
A vulture swooped down circling,
over my deceased body.
Am I dreaming within a dream?
monster dog had not meant to be bitten
but the vampire cat sneaked up like a cozy kitten
With one little munch, dog turned into a vampire too
His eyes got wooly and red and his skin turned aquamarine blue.
Now he is the biter, looking for others to infect.
Yesterday he got a worm, a rat, and an insect.
Monster dog is not mean, it’s just the vampire way.
Hurry! There’s a rabbit; don’t let it get away!
She dropped a white Corelle ware dish
tiny slivers and bits flew all over the kitchen
her husband did not make one sound
He understood to keep mum
She gave her old man a sharp look
Was he going to say something?
He had warned her not to put that dish on top of the refrigerator.
Was he going to say “I told you so?”
He did not even glance in her direction.
She wondered about it.
It was bizarre behavior.
Most people looked at a crash.
An hour later she caught him on the phone laughing.
Was it about her?
This was the olden days when phones had cords.
She sneaked up behind him, angry now.
He never laughed again.
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