Up in the sky a great big spoon
Took a scoop out of the moon
It took one more and pretty soon
The moon went pop like a balloon
The spoon reached down close to the ground
And started stirring round and round
It sounded like tornadoes sound
And stirred up everything around
Sheep and cows and cars and trucks
Dogs and cats and pigs and ducks
Span around and got mixed up
And how they changed is how they stuck
The pig went moo
And the cow went quack
And the sheepdog clapped his flippers
And the sheep went oink
And the hen went woof
And fetched the farmer’s slippers
And the duck went baaah
And the mouse went neigh
And the barn owl stole the tractor
But what went eek
He took a peek
A mad velociraptor
The farmer didn‘t have a clue
He did not know quite what to do
He asked his wife in case she knew
And the farmer’s wife said
MOOOOOOOOOOO!
Written 17 April 2021 (in anticipation of Nursery Rhyme 5)
Contest: Nursery Rhyme 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
"Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do."
-Katherine Hepburn
Plain Women
Those pretty ones, those halidomes with cascading blond hair, who mark themselves with beauty marks to impersonate imperfection, whose reflection in the mirror hugs them tight, spreads their charm far and wide like butter on endless bread. They know every inch of their own beauty. But for men, they know how to slip him on their pinky and like a velociraptor, lick their lips forking a man’s tender heart.
her self-reflection
the dereliction of him
untamed perfection
Invisible attributes and adorable makeup tug and squeeze, pleasing to the lips and thighs. She’s a quick study, takes refresher courses on his mind. The plain woman quicksteps, closes in, captures her man’s heart unabashed to enter his personal space, the puzzle just her size. She lassoes him over and over again. He’s satisfied.
a lifetime study
his eyes, his important tasks
plainly she loves him
1/8/2020
Maureen McGreavy’s She Inspires Series KH Poetry Contest
Machete pecks
cycle through a staccato lied.
The music is Jurassic,
a tune rattled in the throat
of a feathered lizard –
the genetic code
of jackhammers.
Apart from the tock-tock
of beak on wood,
their calls are insane.
One could be a jack-ass braying,
one a monkey’s angry chatter.
In some we can hear a pterodactyl
calling from a far distant past.
Woodpeckers are wonderful,
Awesome,
the way a velociraptor
would be awesome
if it could whomp its way
through forests.
Miss Lily wishes happy holidays
Little kiddos dancing to draw in the sunny days
Johnny, Tiny, Minnie, Stella, Jimmy in glee
to colour the Dinos in their books
with glitter, rainbow, many crazy looks
Lazy Johnny dreams in pride
A jaunty and jolly Jobaria tail ride
Tiny creates colorful horns for Triceratops
In all hues and shades of her lollipop
Minnie paints some green sauce for cutie Minmi
Licking her chocolate she paints its armor all brown and light
Bursts into peels of laughter at the sight
Little Stella splashes yellow on Stegosaur back
Dreams of drawing all her friends on its bony plate frock
Little Jimmy dreams of going to school on a Velociraptor
Makes him the captain of his toy helicopter
A uniform and cap for his Dino pal he draws
Paints a tie and shoes for his cool paws
It’s a wonder world of dinos, colours and golden spots
For all these sprightly tiny tots
I decided to have an Andy Griffith moment with Tyler and Violet last night and brought them outside to check out the once every century meteor shower. After nearly tripping down the stairs because I was blinded by Violets 220 volt 10,000 lumen light up ‘sparkly’ shoes I stepped in dog poo...barefooted while making our way to lay on the trampoline. Five minutes into our ‘bonding’ time I was abandoned outside by myself when Violet SWORE she saw a UFO. After both kids ran in screamin to mama about alien abduction I was finally enjoying the peace and quiet of the night when all of a sudden I heard a POP!....then another. All of a sudden it sounded like a gatlin gun going off and every spring broke loose from the trampolines fabric and I hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. My Tyson’s refugee/rescue chicken (Chickie-Wah-Wah #2) comes running out like a confused velociraptor and proceeds to peck my head. I think I may have fractured my ass bone and still have dog poo under my big toenail....didn't see a single meteor.
#TrampolineAndTailboneTroubles
#wantedToBuyTrampolineMat
#WeHadChickenForDinner
Everything goes,
Too fast!
The day the rain, man.
Anyway,
So fast!
The velocity of cheetah
The extinct Velociraptor,
Stay up the trail, but...
Millions of years have passed,
The mountain, the hummingbird; will,
For than....
Recycle.
Tomorrow
Always will be the day,
To tell; Goodbye.
Today, Maybe,
But yesterday,
It only remains to wait,
Tomorrow.
Everything goes fast.
All too speedily.
Tyrannosaurus bit the dust;
Velociraptor, too.
Triceratops and stegosaurus
Vanished from our view.
We’ve all heard of extinction,
Which is where the dinos went;
But a “saurus” fled that fate
And did survive, to some extent.
What I speak of is thesaurus,
Thick and mighty in its power.
The words it holds inside
Should make a lowly mortal cower.
Yet one can access what it hides
And tame it for its treasure.
A little effort lets one reap
Rewards too huge to measure.
Alas, most folks are not aware
This cryptic beast exists;
Thus, lackluster vocabulary
Sorrily persists.
If writers do not nurture it
Before their words are inked,
Someday soon the grand thesaurus
Will join those who are extinct.
for PD's Dinosaur contest
I dreamed I had a raptor
Living by my bed
It only stood three inches tall
On chicken it was fed
Its tiny body skinny strong
Glistened in the light
As it ran and skid across the floor
Plainly in my sight
I wondered where it came from
As it focused on my face
It raised its jaw and flicked its tail
Warming up to race
I felt the bed sheet pressing down
By its body and its claws
But the thing that scared me most of all
Were the teeth inside its jaws
Its little tongue flicked in and out
Saliva dripping down
Oh god and the chicken I just ate
Not a scrap left to be found
Gulp!
Bipedal, feathered
Carnivore, swift seizer, the
Velociraptor
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