disrespected demons demanded
Des Moines delegates demolish D, a demi-god.
disgusted demoralized downy ducks
demoted demons, discussed by Danny Dod.
Des Moines demonstrators decreed demons delightful
while downing demi-tasse.
D, a demi-god, demoted demure ducks
during democratic demonstration, of Doss.
Categories:
tasse, word play,
Form: Alliteration
A mere mortal
I am to AI.
A demi tasse slurp,
a tiny thought bubble,
blowing in the wind,
pieced to pop with puny plunk,
just a pip spat out.
My brain drained to a pitiful
paltry piddle, into
the insatiable sea
of AI's knowledge bank.
Categories:
tasse, internet, introspection, language, memory,
Form: Free verse
No greasy treats from chippie van;
I have my starch now au, gratin
with blasted, deconstructed bass,
petits pois, served; in Demi tasse.
No pint of best down at the pub
I drink with chums now at the club;
Prosecco, or a Chardonay
depending on the time of day.
No picking up the kids from school;
done by Au pair now; as a rule;
she turns up in our four by four
dressed top to toe in old Dior
No visits to the Home Depot
I have ten craftsmen now in tow;
who add things at my beck and call
to my enormous stately hall.
No need to visit family;
They all now want to come see me,
drink all my wine, then use the pool;
methinks they take me for some fool!
There's nothing left that I can buy;
so why, you ask, that big old sigh?
I have new friends, but here's the rub;
I miss my mates down at the pub.
Yes, being rich is such a bore!
Categories:
tasse, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Anida Mann & Baron Ready
April Showers & Wade Rivers
Bertha Saylor & Abel Crews
Bunny Bunns & Wilt Dailey
Burl E Pecker & Phyllis Upman
Candy Cane & Hedon Succor
Chastity B. Lowe & Noah Hoare
Crystal Clear & Robin Blind
Demi Tasse & Felix Ottic
Emery Board & Harry Burns
Fanny B Hind & Gopher Broke
Gaye B Hind & Ben Dover
Helen Highwater & Goliath Yonder
Iona Studd & Frank Lee Smutt
Ivy Nurse & Levi Tate
Judy Light & Christian Dark
Kitty Purring & Lyon Bastard
Libby Doe & Ida Wannamaker
Lily White & Cole Black
Lucy Furr & Gene Splicer
Master Bader & Linda Hand
Minnie Crumbs & Graham Krakurs
Mona Lott & Val A Parker
Nona Fleet & Barret Awl
Ophelia Balls & Les de Witt
Penny Pincher & August Spender
Peter Fountain & Neva Swallow
Querida Quaker & Axel Greece
Randy Longfellow & May B. Knott
Sandy Beech & Rip Tyde
Tim Burr & Betty Falls
Uma Sermon & Caesar Bush
Venus de Flower & Jerry Attric
Wanda Liquor & Hugo Furst
Willow Whisper & Neil Down
Winona Bett & Willfred Harden
Xina Rating & Tanner Hyde
Yvonne Adam & Rock N Eden
Zinnia Flowers & Owen Breeders
Paige Turner & Justin Thyme
Categories:
tasse, word play,
Form: List
When strangers see me they laugh
Thinking I have no class
But I tell the farmer they're here
Cause I'm smart and I have no fear
I'm the guardian most preferred
Over cattle, goat and sheep herds
I always announce all strangers
And alert of immediate danger
I'm loyal, gentle and kind
Jump higher than any equine
Stronger than many men put together
A nanny or surrogate, whatever?
Here comes my owner now
I'll pretend I'm as dumb as a cow
He serves breakfast but no demi tasse
"Good morning, you old jackass"
Then I grin and loudly bray
Cause hee haw, hee haw, hee halways talks to me that way
Feb 18 2016 by Daniel Turner
Categories:
tasse, animal, farm, funny,
Form: Personification
Der schoene Schwartzwald wo man wanderen kann,
Die Natur reich und wohlhabend,
Der Prinz und die Princessin wohnen da in ihr Chalet,
Sie baeckt schoene Kuchen und er baekt schoenes Brot,
Nachmittags sitzen sie zusammen mit ihre Freunde im Kaffee,
Haben eine schoene Tasse Kaffee und Schwartawaelder Kuchen,
Dann gehen sie wandern auf die schoene Wanderwege,
Grosse Tannen und huebsche Baueme wachsen da,
Voegel zwisheren melodisch und singen ein schoenes Lied,
Abends kocht sie eine fantastische Mahlzeit mit Kartoffeln,Fisch und Gemuse,
Sie singen zusammen und sie spielt Klavier,
Was fuer ein herrliche Tag es war zusammen.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
tasse, beautiful, caregiving, god,
Form: Free verse
Kronkelpaaie van gister
Ons almal is gesnoer op die paaie van gister
Sommiges probeer nog ontsnap: Net meer bewuster
Nog kronkelpaaie lê voor: Oor die maanskyn-flou
Gevangenis steeds in die skadu. Wilde winde rou
Spons-gewete sus en treur
Voel ek die donker deur en deur
Tasse vol van geluk en nog bagasie van haat
Als kom in opstand hier binne in my gewaad
My voete raak bedek met stof van optraendepad
Hongerpyne skree agterna: Oor ‘n bietjie verraad
Klipgedagtes kraak en breek
Gister se pyn is more se wreek
Die kou sweetdrupppels op my kop tart dan maar
Die blote onooglik’ gevaar van wie-weet-waar
Modder begin vorm in die doodwoeste pad
Soos wat ek spoeg en huil-ween in die kronkelpad
Waar sal ek loop vir more se hoop
Op ‘n kronkel stowwerige optraendpad van gister?
Categories:
tasse, hurt, memory,
Form: Ballade