Those with a culinary masterplan
Know go for neon glow talisman
Spick & span with fancy dan elan
Wooing doing the cooing can-can
Riot on a diet expands my lifespan
Wrinkle free wry mystery Peter Pan
Doorman to sly new world deadpan
For sushi like John Belushi a madman
Oodles of noodles like silky doodles
Caveman craved calming ramen amen
In a hurry then lasso a curry.. yep Katsu
From svelte purveyor and belt conveyor
Time to have a durry in the rusty daihatsu
Beg for an egg sandwich from heaven
Palette parsons from Lawsons not 7/11
Stricken saved by nori or yakitori chicken
Remembers glory of flaming embers story
Or ditty of look at me too pretty sashimi
Detect such respect in every single aspect
Mingle & scan no defect full effect scran
No also ran but our number one suspect
Wasabi touch of ginger..trusty kemo sabe
Culture protect am a fan can only be Japan
Gum boots all spit and polished, clothes all spick, and span
We are all off to church to give thanks to this glorious land
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
Each man has given his labour, every woman given her toil
As children brought up with a given politeness, not to spoil
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
We fought all our devils to be able to call this land our own
Only the Lord’s book in our hands as we enter the unknown
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
Stood fortified in our faith for the dreams we could achieve
For each seed that’s planted and in it we then could believe
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
Reaped in all our harvests, from all the fruits of our labours
Gave thanks and praises &, supported all of our neighbours
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
Now today we rejoice in our finest clothes and good voices
More so as revel in our pride of making all the right choices
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
Dressed in their Sunday best
Toothy grins
Pristine shoes
Eyes sparkling with joy
A simple family picture
The epitome of innocence
'Spick and span' as they would say
A nice family outing
Where you ask?
Church?
A family picnic?
Day trip?
No.
They dressed up in their Sunday best
To watch a black man succumb to a slow and labored death
To watch his long drawn out last breath
The slowed movement of his chest
Giggling as the now still mans body stops all movement
They await their turn to take picture
A forever reminder of their first lynching
There is always something
unspeakable in what remains—
a fractured spectrum of what once was,
scattered in the leftover bits:
half-maimed, dismembered,
and quietly rejected,
in what we scrape into the compost bin.
Every spick and speck reeks
of the aftertaste of endings —
with our recycled grief and rejection
dissolving in the detritus
of what we could not finish.
GOODBYE WINTER
For winter, time is almost up
I take a sip from my coffee cup
The grass has grown very long
Neglecting it for weeks turned out so wrong
Mowing the grass is definitely a plan
And eventually it will look spick and span
Or I could just call a lawnmower man
I’ll hand over the responsibility
Then I can relax and have a shandy
Half lemonade and half beer, that’s how you make it
There’s no need to stir or shake it
I’m happy spring is almost here
It is my favourite time of year
Spring is the time for planting and sowing
Time to watch the vegies growing
All the flowers start blooming too
Spring is the time for everything new
All of the sights and sounds it brings
The sun is shining and the birds will sing.
It was a day of jubilation when
The alligators came to tea
Though I didn’t quite like
The way they looked at me
A Jungle Jazz Combo played
Do Wap free and loose
As we all celebrated the day
Of the inter species truce.
The chimps played the brass
A gorilla sang deep bass
While the giraffe conducted
Them to a cracking pace.
The lion sat there with the lamb
Ominously licking his lips
As he licked the brown sauce off
A large plate of chips.
Wolves, Hyenas and Hippos
All shared the same plate
As the truce continued in
A very uneasy state.
They fired a starting pistol
Ten minutes before the end
To give them chance to escape
From any new found friend.
Certain of the guests
Departed in a run
At the first crack
Of the warning gun.
I really didn’t like the way
The alligators looked at me
As we declared at end
The first inter species tea.
Although I was quite pleased
With the way it went
I don’t think we’ll be
Making It an annual event.
It took me nearly a week
To clear the mess from the scene
So it was as spick and span as
Though the event had never been.
Planets are in motion and matched
upon a level plane.
Ducks are waddling faster
just to fall in line.
Pundits, prophets, and drunken poets
opine over a mystic wine,
others follow the science around
in ever increasing circles.
Dogs and cats are eloping,
bookmakers are hardly coping
for all bets are both on and off.
Could it be, is it possible?
Will the sky skinny-dip
in a new revelation of light or dark?
I am watching
the elephants and the scurrying mice;
noting if they are heading toward holes
in the fabric of a fresh 'spick and span' reality
or just fleeing one more conspiracy theory.
Meanwhile I draw straight lines
trying to figure out
how disappearing perspectives
can give us all the run-around.
Here he comes
That little man
Nattily dressed
Spick and span
His funny accent
A dead giveaway
He won't get me
No, not today!
He's clever though
But not more than I
He does not know
How much I lie
I've tricked him well
For years and years
He thinks I'm thick
Wet 'tween the ears
It suits me well
To play the stooge
While on the side
My crimes are huge
Gold and jewels
My stock in trade
I'm light fingered
Fortunes I've made
So I play the game
A friend of Poirot
I am Hastings...
Poirots' my foe
SPICK&SPAN
an outdate view
of the
cold sterile
&
reclusive
an existence
endlessly reconfigured
separated
by
the austere
an alternative
vision
inspired
the concept
influence
unfinished
a conflict
de rigour,
rhythmical
a breakthrough
sparse
but
pristine
immaculate&
sleek
subtle
spiritual
yet remote
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Dvornikov & Putin have a plan
To destroy every body they can
It is their thesis
That bits and pieces
Swept Syrian War Crimes spick-and-span
SPRING TIME
Springtime’s here it’s come at last
Winter’s over, it’s gone, it’s past.
It’s time to plant your bulbs and seeds
And clear out all those nasty weeds.
It’s time to shed those winter blues
Let’s all dig out our walking shoes.
Cos strolling through a crisp spring morn
Uplifts your spirits, you feel re-born.
All around, life springs anew
The sun comes out, and skies are blue,
The days grow longer, the nights less dark
And there’s children playing in the park.
And now it’s time to grab your broom
And start to spring clean every room.
Kitchen, bedroom, lounge and hall
From top to bottom, you do it all.
And now your house is spick and span
You’ve got your summer hols to plan,
Dig out your case and book your flight
Cos spring time’s here, you’ll be alright.
Spit, Spot, Spick and Span,
Hit Haugh Hick with cane,
dirty dark drunken brawl,
was no need for it at all,
Police caught Spot and Span,
Spit and Spick ran as they can,
Haugh Hick’s wife saw them skip,
tackled them with a Karate kick,
Spit cut his lip while Spick hurt his ....
ambulance came to Haugh Hick pick!
in prison cell they were bundled in,
in remorse they rubbed their chin,
said Spit, Spot, Span and Spick
“Never take on a karate chick!!!”
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Written 24/12/2020
It takes two to tango
So here we go
She cooks
I clean
Utensils now have
A never before sheen
Sweeping, mopping
And all such things
Under my control
I put my heart and soul
Into these
After all
Lady of the house
Has to be pleased
The house is always
Spick and span
Initially I was unsure
She encouraged me
Saying, ‘You can’
Our love has since
Grown by leaps and bounds
More so, in lockdown’s
Second round
Physical distancing be damned
We are always cheek by jowl
Love on the prowl
No, no
Our kitchen has little space
That is the case
The 24/7 company
Has made us so tolerant
Of one another
You see
The distribution of
Household work
Has perked
Our relationship no end
Some bickerings do blend
In the chatter
That’s another matter
Finally, an honest confession
No third soul around
It is she and me
And no other sound
Can never take eyes off each other
Yes, you guessed it right.....
Truly, ‘Maid for Each Other’
My mind won't get in to gear
Memories come and go like a flash in
The old pan.
Neopolitan
My mom's favorite ice cream that's clear.
Shoot! I had something else it just
Disappeared
Some thing about spick and span.
My mind won't get in to gear
Memories come and go like a flash in
The old pan.
Why won't it appear?
Mind scan
Brain is over ran
Time to change my atmosphere.
My mind won't get in to gear.
I was at the doctors
when I made him laugh...
I said " Doctor, I need a Heart O'Graph,
With that said...
He let out a raucous roar...
He belly laughed,
snot flew out of his nose
and landed on the floor.
I couldn't miss it,
it landed right in front of me
but the Doctor was laughing so hard,
he just didn't see.
The Doctor said...
We'll need the ECG machine,
then he stood up and stepped
where the snot had landed,
which he hadn't seen.
For some strange reason
he seemed to stay on that spot
for a minute or two,
with his spick and span shoes
on top of his snotty goo.
He continued walking across the floor
and where he had stepped,
instead of one snotty spot,
there were four !
He was only gone for a very short time,
I sat patiently amongst his slime.
When he returned with the ECG machine,
he said....
" Oh look, We must have snails again,
you can see where they have been ! "
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