Don't be fooled by his smiling teeth.
They hide malevolence beneath.
And I advise that you never slight
him because of his squatty height.
If you're feeling fast and cocky,
recall, a croc is swift and stocky.
TO WRITE LIKE YOU
May be one day I can write
like others and then like you.
First must learn poetry forms that exist.
Oops, so many why I get so confused,
which of these ones Emile used will I choose?
Rhyming’s my favorite, it
keeps my aging mind alert.
Tried Free Verse, this one ran away from me!
Haiku, tell you the truth no way can do!
Seven-Ten, is a new style I’m trying,
if said, "not afraid" lying!
“Lord I Pantoum You”, was quite
a nice surprise, because my poem won!
My first Pantoum, won a golden first place.
So this time I think I'll try something new,
Quatrain, sonnet, acrostic,
Tall-rhyme, this one I’m not sure?
Does that mean my rhymes falls in the realm of,
short, squatty, thin, long, again I'm not sure?
Rispetto, sounds like a type of pasta.
Seven-Ten at last did write,
quite challenging, I must say!
Inspired by Real Life Brother Billy, My Halloween Candy Thief
Every year when it is sweet Halloween time,
my selfish big brother commits the same crime -
he quick gobbles his candy and then steals mine!
I can't tell cause my parents will say I whine
so, this Halloween my mean brother, Bobby,
will feel regret and correct his theft hobby.
Tonight, this sis is a sinister zombie
who will see Bro turn squatty, potty sorry!
I foil wrapped sweets he favs as delicious –
he will soon steal Exlax-styled Hershey kisses.
By the time naughty Bobby grows suspicious
his guts will have already turned most vicious!
She's short and squatty, all ass, no body
Looks like this one's gonna end up bawdy
Out of control
The censor patrols
Gonna get me unless they're into the hot toddies
I had an aunt and uncle
We called them Boo and Chew
They had ranch in West Texas
Where they grew a crop or two
They had no city water
A windmill was their thing
Summer is hot and dusty there
I swear it never rains
They had an outdoor toilet
A two holer, I recall
The building was kind of squatty
So the seats weren’t very tall
I saw Dad go in there
Heard a rumble and a roar
He had a question on his mind
When he came out the door
“What can you raise around here
Besides those sugar beets”
Chew said almost anything
“Then raise the toilet seats”
You say that you can picture me sitting in my chair.
What is it that you picture when you look from over there?
Do you envision beauty or an ugly, wrinkled hag?
Does my skin give off a glow or do my wrinkles sag?
It's strange to think you picture someone you've never seen.
I could be short and squatty or maybe tall and lean.
What is the face that's given to represent this poem?
Is it of a beauty queen or just a garden gnome?
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