drizzle
mizzle
soft drops
heat stops
refresh
cool mesh
rain pours
sound roars
bright'ning
lightning
thunder
stumper
puddle
muddle
rain, rain
again
I thought loud for a while,
How your wishes never say goodbye.
I linger on thoughts; distance wishes fly...
Brought feelings I can't deny.
Many a thanks,
Deposited into my precious banks:
Invisible to earth; glaring to heavenly ranks,
Beyond reasonable pranks!
Pleasing supper,
Eaten in a rush without a jumper,
To satisfy quiet hunger: night stumper,
Compassion takes upper.
Just like Arsenal,
Topping the table was seasonal,
For that long run so devotional,
Playing styles really sensational.
Your wishes plug,
Smiles and laughter; memories hug...
Enough to linger on till next year unplug,
For another drug.
Your wishes blindfold me,
How awesome is its glee!
That rotate globe's 360 degree,
Without paying a fee.
Your wishes decree;
My heart becomes free.
Grow unique wishes: a tree.
Each of you; an honoree.
I
Two wiener dogs and their owners so proud
Approached each other right there on the green.
Then, the hounds commenced at yapping so loud.
But that wasn’t the dangdest thing I’d seen.
One of them’s front bit the other one’s butt.
At once, the other one’s front did the same.
This baffling case was not open and shut.
Those who saw it didn’t know who to blame.
I can’t believe what I saw on the lawn,
Because it all happened there so neatly.
In an instant, both yaps and dogs were gone -
They had devoured each other completely.
II
Don’t listen to that fool - I’m his brother.
I saw the wieners who had no muzzle.
He tells the wrong stumper, there’s another -
Quite a different confounding puzzle.
One ‘et t’other, while t’other et the one.
Which was out, which was in, no man could tell,
But there remained but one, not two or none.
One endured; one, a sadder fate befell.
III
Don’t listen to them, I’s little sister.
I saw what really happened, if you please.
There warn’t none, nor one, but two left, mister,
But uncommon strange, they switched identities.
I had a neighbor, who had delusion,
Of being poisoned by his kith and kin;
His wife seemed to him lively illusion,
Her delicacies he threw in waste-bin;
Sharing sweets from friends seemed to him a sin,
Eateries could not content his hunger,
As he felt these are but poison dumper;
He carried his cook wherever he went,
Could he, yet, get rid of his strong stumper?
He's half-dead now, in delusion, life spent...
07 January 2022
Douglas Dempster the Dumpster King
Hates to be called Doug Dumpster
But he's to blame if that's his name
Denying it is a real stumper.
Mashes the trash, burns it to ash,
Recycles all that's allowed;
A self-made man with a garbage can
That ought to make him proud.
Dougy Dumps whines and grumps
"Nobody gives me respect!
If not for me the world would be
Garbage-bedecked! Cluttered and wrecked!
Sad and neglected, infested, infected
But thanks to me it all gets collected!"
Well thank you Doug-in-a-Dumper
For keeping our alleyways bright
Put on your very best jumper
And we'll take you out tonight.
Queen of Dark She is !
Peeping through the Window
I glean upon the Stupendous glory night
He or She I don’t know
Who it could be
To think it would be a
Stumper Question
Yet I like to call her ‘She’
Queen of dark she is !
She is my friend
She knows me well
To her only I share my secret
She is Inquisitive
Even though I talk Piffle
She won’t say I am flippant
When the peep of the day
Wakes me up
I find that she went back home.
After the ages long wait
for the Evening to pass
Here comes my companion
Dashing through those twilight
Stupendous she is
Inquisitive she is
Stupor I am
sleep in her lap
There are lots of people with birthdays in November.
The amount of them is quite a large sum.
In this big club, I happen to be a member.
My flower of the month is a chrysanthemum.
That word is a good stumper in a spelling bee.
Correctly spelled, nobody calls you “dumb”.
In November, there are not many flowers to see.
It is not a month with botanical pizzazz.
That’s when we see leaves falling from the tree.
My birthstone is the semiprecious topaz.
As far as jewels go, it isn’t worth much.
I’m really not into that gemology jazz.
We November people come through in the clutch.
In this great big world, we are the ones to know.
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