As she lays tucked in her white crib,
she hugs her brown monkey.
Other animals fill her crib,
but she chooses the brown monkey.
Why one may ask?
even as a baby she has a choice to make.
As the years go by she wants her brown monkey,
for love and peace no other animal will do.
The years pass by as she grows up,
with every move her brown monkey will follow.
Now grown,
she looks at this bedraggled stuffed animal.
Her heart is filled with love for her brown monkey,
he was much more than a soft toy.
We had loads of fun,
Once were young in the sun,
So perfect, man,
In his own scan,
Chick overthinking,
All this overthining,
Really, can be read,
Stuffed why we got wed!
The Easter Bunny brought me a basket filled with candy
Can I find many pretty colorful eggs
Everyone wants a stuffed bunny and that will be very dandy
Daddy and Mommy I fell and skinned my legs
Let everyone drink but I am way too young for brandy
Better watch out I am too young to drink and will see the feds.
My stuffed apple, he can sing
He can sing
He can sing
My stuffed apple, he can sing
Sing, sing, sing
My stuffed apple, he can hug
He can hug
He can hug
My stuffed apple, he can hug
Hug, hug, hug
My stuffed apple, came to life
Came to life
Came to life
My stuffed apple, came to life
Not once but twice
Stuffed heads on imposing walls
beady glass eyes, glare.
The house is stuffed with horns,
tusks, fangs, and jowls.
Many a taxidermic glower,
gazes down,
with a moth-farmed visage.
Slaughtered beast
hang heavily from high mounts.
Teddy Roosevelt’s elephant gun
leans against a hollow elephant foot.
On gaslit nights
light gleams upon eyeless tigers.
He ‘bagged’ them all - a manly trait,
(historical context is everything),
truly, great men often display,
their overstuffed ego’s.
Later, Teddy Bears make amends,
as best they can.
Often, It is said,
that these wood-paneled veneers’
echo yet, with the lion's roar,
the panthers rage,
and the rhino's blind charge –
their spirits lunging once more,
toward their now, out-of-date
fate.
A fat tiger sat beside her;
it settled down, began to purr
The girl, Anita, said, “Oh My.”
quietly, trying not to cry.
“You want to eat me up”? She said
“put your big teeth around my head?”
To her surprise, the tiger spoke
“not just now,” he said, half in joke.
“Why not?” She asked, rather meekly
“‘cause I only eat once weekly.”
Eggplant stuffed mama sporting a big dress
With two twin rams – lettuce and watercress
Marched into the fray and demanded to be heard.
Some of the thinner women yelled “my word!”
I pretended that eggplant mama was as thin as me
Which is not so thin now that I am two hundred and three
But there is a difference for she is an eggplant, and I am a hog.
The rams were immediately chased downhill by an old farm dog.
Stuffed heads on stuffed walls
beady glass eyes glare.
The house is stuffed with horns,
tusks, fangs, and jowls.
The heads are taxidermized;
constantly maintained by moths.
The walls are filled with the mummified flesh,
not of slaughtered animals
but the bodies of Dead Presidents.
Teddy Roosevelt’s
elephant gun leans against a hollow elephant foot.
He baggad them all.
It was not considered a disgrace at the time
historical context is everything.
Years later Teddy Bears make amends
as best they can.
I used to eat 'til I was stuffed
never knew when I'd had enough
Some folks called me roly-poly
others found me gruff
Now I'm satisfied with just a little
which does wonders for my middle
And did I mention my transformation
from hostile to hospitable
Shelly called grandma to furiously complain
I cannot get them to dance, she said with disdain.
Are they not minding you at all? Grandma asked her.
They aren’t even walking, I am pretty sure.
They have to want to dance and perform grandma said.
Maybe they need a nap. Did you put them to bed?
They’ve been on the bed all day, Shelly reported.
But she was happier now, feeling duly supported.
I do not know who was more stuffed –
the turkey or me,
I need a nap, and I can’t be bothered
with decorating a tree.
Written November 24, 2022
This sad world is stuffed full of heaven.
Heaven seeps out of every pore of life,
and the dwellers in heaven hardly notice.
Very bad things happen in heaven,
poisonous snakes are in the holy temple
for a purpose, they simply ask us to see
the heaven around us more clearly,
but we are all secretly in love with suffering
and we have painted an evil mask
on revealing angels, made death into a sin
and living into a bad dream -
for most it is.
However, look around,
choose on seeing only the good,
then even the bad will turn to good.
Soon, to your astonishment, you will find
that this sad world is stuffed with heaven.
Stuffed With Love
Everyone is trying to figure it out
Today and tomorrow
Fear and doubt
Some are calm and simply carry on
Others fret, don’t follow where led
What inspires you to make a change
To free yourself, break through the chains
Days pass by and turn into years
Nothing is different, the path is unclear
A boy passes by, with a look in his eye
He knows what he wants
Words written in bold fonts
He makes his plan as he starts each day
He looks inside, he dreams and prays
Each step he takes turns over a rock
Joy and gratitude, he feels a lot
He watches his dreams build before his eyes
His passion and love keep him alive
Others notice something, different indeed He has no possessions, he aims to please
To make his life one of ease
To spread kindness is what he does
There’s plenty inside
He’s stuffed with love
Joey the Stuffed Koala is sitting high in the tree
All cuddly and warm, fuzzy as he can be.
He got trapped by Jimmy Vee, his neighbor’s hound.
When it goes away, he might just come down.
Up high like this, he can smell Mrs. Trotter’s apple pie.
He hears Mr. Double’s shouting, and he wonders why.
He has a good view, up here in the fork of the tree.
He is ready for winter, so he is comfortable you see.
He knows when the sky gets a bit darker he had better go.
His owner Samantha will feel badly she left him out in the snow.
They cuddle all night, he and his girl, in her warm little room.
He waits for the dog to go, hoping it will be before he sees the moon.
I’m always so amazed at how much food fits in our fridge
We always get too much to feed one wife, one dog, two kids
Every Christmas it’s such an astounding thing to see
But not quite as astounding as how much food fits in me
I briefly left the table, slung a log upon the fire
When I sat back down I swear my food was piled higher
I still debate how all our plates were portioned evenly
And yet the last to finish always turns out to be me
I’m bloated in the armchair, I couldn’t eat a bean
How was it done that everyone had left their plates so clean
And so I’m stuffed, I’ve had enough, my wife don’t seem to care
She says you gonna have some pudding and I say... Oh yeah!
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