Three preteen girls tried to be friends with each other
They will never be able to do it, says Dorthea’s brother
Never say never, warns his savvy sage stepmother.
Wisely saying nothing, is David, Dorthea’s brother.
David has noted that girls do not get along in threes.
They want a bestie, and one is always feeling left out.
He waits for the fireworks, which happens with these.
One of the girls storms out of the house, with an angry shout.
What happened to her? Asks the stepmother, truly confused.
David keeps his mouth shut, but he understands the shout.
The fact that he is smarter than her, makes him feel amused.
She is one of three, says the stepson, it never works out.
Boys can get along fine in three; they never stomp out.
That is true of boys, but not of girls, David said.
Girls pair off in twos, and one is always feeling left out.
His stepmother decided to put this new knowledge into her head.
Peanut butter, jelly, bread
Tony, Tiger, also Ted
Huey, Dewy, Louie
Triples you recognize
Gold, frankincense, myrrh
His, him, her
Bubbles, Blossom, Buttercup
All my threes are now used up
two birds on a line
singing sweetly in the sun
out of tune with three
Three celestial bodies 'tis a crowd.
A trinity, a tussle kerfuffle if you please!
The 'three body problem' in space
made Sir Isaac Newton's head ache.
He couldn't sleep at night.
For its easy to see how two bodies interact.
They're a couple
Adding the third one
makes a terrible three, a triad triumvirate.
No one can predict how they will interact
with each other.
Can three tango?
Can you ever really know what
the other one is doing while
you are watching the other one at the time?
It's sneaky what the un-watched
can do behind your back,
in the corner of your eye!
For when three converge,
each longing for an equal share,
on the stage, under the bright lights,
all sense of unity fades into a fractured affair
and a terrible selfish chaotic fight.
But nevertheless, despite all this,
a threesome can be kinky!
Way down low under the roots of the wild fern bush trees
There is an elfin village name of O’Brien Cee Threes.
Human giants do not know of this village way down low.
We are hidden under violets where the wee people glow.
O’Brien Cee Threes houses elves, faeries and brownies too.
Once in a while we will confiscate a large giant’s shoe.
If his foot be big enough, an apartment house can be made.
We fey love apartments down in this tiny wholesome glade.
Once upon a dream time, a giant threw out a teapot.
The Sandersons who had six children drew the lucky lot.
They have fixed that teapot into the cutest house of all.
We are all safe in O’Brien Cee Threes, where the dew doth fall.
Doesn't come once and never comes twice
Comes in threes like those blind mice
So many things come in the number three
In this poem I'm sure you will with me agree
In the famous stories from many years ago
Goldilocks was with three bears you know
It was also three pigs that came into danger
The big bad wolf was a unwelcome stranger
Dads and Mums try hard to get first place
In their child's sports day three legged race
Sandwiches would follow perhaps a BLT
That's bacon lettuce and tomato as you can see
Men look dapper apparently in a three piece suit
Considered rather dashing and really kinda cute
I'm off to bed now to rest and slumber
Just remember three is the magic number
The cat was crazy, so we named him Craze Meister Threes.
He was irrational, a fire ball who took down Christmas Trees.
Why did you name him Three’s? My mother asked concerned.
It’s because he has three times three lives, we easily discerned.
Craze Meister Threes was a runaway tornado and storm.
He took no prisoners, and kept our feet cozy and warm.
We woke up sometimes with his harem of ladies in our bed.
We did not know if they had shots, or if they were betrothed or wed.
Can large white tom cats have more than one wife? I asked my vet.
He rolled his disgusted blue eyes; he thought I had a despicable pet.
Craze Meister Threes had bit his finger off, and it had turned pee brown.
He had never forgiven him, but there was only one vet in our town.
Take that monster to cat day care, my mother said, I will pay the way.
So we took Craze Meister Threes to Cat City that very next Wednesday.
He gets to go three times a week, and he loves it like his kitty crunch.
When he gets home he is so tired, all he can do is lie in a heap or a bunch.
I think that I shall never see
A number lovely as a three
A three who oddly touches two
Against the number’s even view
A three that looks at four all day
And to the seven far away
A three that you could never share
Unless two friends you truly care
Upon whose sum now waits the nine
Or maybe six in double time
Math that’s hard for fools like me
At least know one plus one plus one makes three
12/22/20
A parody of the poem Trees by Joyce Kilmer
Written for The Parody of a Famous Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L Milton Hankins
Shivers went up my back
At the sound of the long drawn out WHOOOOOOOO
Death? Despair? Or Wisdom?
Does it depend on the kind?
I search for it in the barn,
Hoping I do not find it.
For it resembles a white faced calf
if it lives there.
Do not hear it for two or three days.
Begin to feel confident, things are okay here.
Two friends die. One of pneumonia, the other of a heart attack.
Dying comes in threes.
I sit listening, hoping not to hear,
and yet fully expecting to hear the
long drawn out WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Wise? Certainly not.
Reality? Yes.
The Terrible Threes
The terrible threes
Are here at last
The terrible threes
I wish were past.
The terrible threes
They scrape their knees
The terrible threes
They snot, they sneeze.
The terrible threes
Are worse than twos
The terrible threes
They go, "boo-hoo."
The terrible threes
Are terrible, incorrigible
The terrible threes
They're just plain horrible.
The terrible threes
Know how to climb trees
The terrible threes
Know how to say, "Please."
© From A Poet's Heart
8/25/15
Negatives happen in threes they say
Two deaths have occurred in the last two days
Waiting for number three
Just between you and me
But that old superstition doesn't apply no way
What are the remnants of today’s despair?
The unbearable sadness wickedly with intent,
The without pivoting to the realness of in it the context.
Seeming not what is envisioned to be the dispatched,
Developments of self – suckling on to be the for all.
What is of the uniqueness in support,
Through twos and threes and anchored in untested,
The appointments pivoting to the promises blanketed,
Stringing all along for the satisfaction and thrill of self-boost,
In riches and in ego from the to be for all.
What is of the realizations from the day’s count,
The rehabilitation of promises designed to lure through attention,
The today in half term that we still be non-committal and undeterred,
The blockbusting through town classed and egoed,
For them twos and threes inked in greed.
What is the word for tomorrow’s count,
Ghosting through all for the non-assertion of terms following,
The rejections of appointments through creeds and cultures.
For this level of leverage and compensation,
In brotherhood to parties different,
Haha’d by two and threes,
For same woes,
Bad leaders.
Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed
~ Christmas Day Is So Near ~
(Fives and Threes Style)
It's a nice day and
Winter's here
The days are short and the nights are very long
There's peace and all is quiet
And all around you can almost hear the sounds of Christmas now
'Cause Christmas day is only days away
Most folks are preparing their Christmas lists and looking forward with very joyful cheer
Outside the snow like fairy dust falls on the ground
Christmas shoppers hurriedly make their way to all stores, windows displays are beautiful
Children play around making snowmen
There's much love joy happiness in the hearts 'cause Jesus was born.
In just a few more days
Will be Christmas, a most beautiful time
Everywhere
Christmas trees now shine.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2015
December.17.2018
-'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'
- Mark Twain -
The 'Fives and threes' is a poetry form or style created on, 22/9/2010 by George L. Ellison.
~ Christmas Day Is So Near ~
(Fives and Threes Style)
It's a nice day and
Winter's here
The days are short and the nights are very long
There's peace and all is quiet
And all around you can almost hear the sounds of Christmas now
'Cause Christmas day is only days away
Most folks are preparing their Christmas lists and looking forward with very joyful cheer
Outside the snow like fairy dust falls on the ground
Christmas shoppers hurriedly make their way to all stores, windows displays are beautiful
Children play around making snowmen
There's much love joy happiness in the hearts 'cause Jesus was born.
In just a few more days
Will be Christmas, a most beautiful time
Everywhere
Christmas trees now shine.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2015
December.20.2016
~ Author's Notes:
The "Fives and threes" is a poetry form or style created on, 22/9/2010 by George L. Ellison.
Let me sneeze
if you please
on some pleas
(from their knees)
"Stop the cheese"
Akin to fleas
rampant in leas
annoying as bees
or losing keys
they - a disease
Strive to seize
with their commentaries
and narcissistic decrees
aimed to appease
ego sized trees
May have degrees
but no boundaries
one really needs
couth for these
novices writing poetries
One should freeze
before spreading fallacies
full of hypocricies
spewing out idiocracies
wheezing only sleaze
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