So do we scoff or doff our hats
To those fat cats with the bats
If they're playing on flat mats
Cult pacts ignore facts & stats
Those bros who chose phat tatts
Bazball scribes with cool vibes scat
Imbibe tribes habit rabbit out of hats
Enjoying or cloying annoying as gnats
Media rats jibes in tit for tat spats
Drat all Bazball brats bribes just tatt
Chit chat that they're just lazy prats
Tw*ts that go bust as crazy as bats
Clowns meltdown or doubles down pat
Unjust if lust thrust through hazy slats
Rat tat & rat a tat tat must be all that!
The Days Come, Warmer
Time has ammassed the many aspects of me,
Which I then collect, design and tatt
Into delicate lace edgings for my aging, and which I then
Lay out into rings around the bases of tree trunks
To become splendor again, anew across the landscape
— with the fragrance of lilies — orange, yellow, purple —
Bursting their blooms through the darkened earth
Beside the already growing roses, asters, peonies and hostas —
To celebrate meeting a new season of warmth in the forest;
Awaiting evensong, to grace this day’s ending work and memories
With the birds flocking, circling, singing out overhead
From here to the horison’s moonrise.
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(c) sally young eslinger 5/12/2023
If all
Life exists in a vacuum
Then Hoover stole a march
On all of us
Before anyone else could
And patented the name
For gain
Because we equate value in a
brand and a name
Matter's not of the quality of what
they are selling is
Absolutely second rate tatt we will
buy it anyway
So long as it makes us believe and
we can tell everyone else just how much
it actually costs
More fool us
Watch the rodents and regulars
Sifting through the spiritless so-so
Of their sake.
Rushing for a room
In the established B&B,
Avocados and aperitifs
Swelling their bellies and slowing their minds.
Always wary of all their wares,
Reapers of replication.
The competition of the committee
For no tribute, nor travesty, just toll.
Watch the stickmen and society
Parade through the pith paths
Of their poetry.
Dawdling for the day
In the extraordinary ordinary,
Tates and Tatt
Warming their bellies and fizzing their minds.
No wares or too many to care,
Makers of mavericks,
Challengers of the committee,
For just tribute, or travesty, no toll.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
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