The molly-coddled generation, us.
You have it easy, you’re devoid of tales.
We’ve never stewed in Costa Rican jails
or taught Lee Marvin how to fight and cuss.
I can’t escape the feeling I’m a wus.
While Runyan had his Harvards and his Yales,
my yarns are all of Dylans, Crystal Gayles -
that’s concerts I was at. I’ve missed the bus.
Are ‘once-removed’ experiences fails?
Should everybody be a Josey Wales,
a Herman Melville, hoisting unsafe sails?
While Kennedys are cool, we need Dan Quayles.
Normality’s what finally prevails -
a life that never jumped the safety rails.
Jock stumbled - pals called him a wus
(No injury was obvious)
But Jock bruised his willy
And now he feels silly
With todger strapped up in a truss
Thanks to my friend who set me a challenge to get Jock Strap in a poem
07/13/21
Zila 'the killa' chinchilla as he was known
Sat in his villa on his golden throne
He was a marvel a maverick a real joker
A prancer, a chancer, a lifelong nonsmoker
Our boy 'the killa'.
Never mediocre, always bodacious
With girls he was, I say, flirtatious
Feeling alive never monotonous so audacious
Fur so soft they cried "goodness gracious".
That a boy the killa.
He put his looks to use
Cringey styles gave him abuse
On the catwalk flawless a real Zeus
Shuffling on four feet he did enthuse
The little bugger was let loose
Our furry friend the killa!
He did play hardball he made a racquet
His fame put him in a new tax bracket
Shops now selling his slick leather jackets
The naysayers who said he won't hack it
Killa's chirping like a feathery blue tit
Our dear old friend the Killa!
If there's something the Killa can teach us
To profit in this world you gotta have guts
Analyze that minus and change it to a plus
He made no fuss he never cussed
Call him a wus he will go nuts
He's one of us, the Killa!
By Elton Camp
Howdy, Leroy, how’s you and you’rn?
I ain’t seed you since th' baby was born.
Livin’ way up hear in th’ mountain,
Of th’ days I sorta lose accountin’.
Well, Jim, as fur as I kin tell
We’se doing tolerable well.
Lulu’s marriage has at last been laid.
Wuz getting’ afeared she be an old maid.
Kinda bad fer her to be publicly seen.
When she’s wuz single at fourteen.
And Bubba’s got as big as a bear.
He’s ugly enough to throw a scare.
What kind of job did Bubba ever get?
He wuz always too lazy t’ break a sweat.
Fer him, schoolin’ wus a mite too tough.
Th’ schoolmarm made it mighty rough.
Bubba ain’t been around for many a day.
Because off to a college he went away.
Jim looked at Leroy with suspicious doubt.
Since he had to wonder what that was about.
Nothin’ like thet I’ve ever seed.
Why old Bubba, he can’t even read.
Hit must be you has money to burn.
How, in college, can Bubba learn?
Leroy realized that he hadn’t made it plain
How at a college big Bubba could remain.
You has plumb th’ wrong idea there, Jim.
Bubba ain’t studyin’. They’se studyin’ him.
relationships start out like a thousand pound ship, brand new with no chips or rips, no doubt that youll make it, with hands held side by side ready to get on lifes wild ride, still questions to define and trust knots to un-tie, hoping wut they say is not a le, so u try to find wuts on the other side of there mind,. but then u unlock there internal mansion and realize it's not wut u ever could imagine. but u want to help more then anything, but sometimes when u help it seem like u mess up everything, its really quite interesting. how do opposites become such a great match, like one has a hook and the other has a latch, destined to attach and clash goin 90 on the freeway all good then crash., leave on eachother tattoos or a rash. different each time, u eather want them with u forever or want to say goodbye, somwtimes u want love to multiply or divide, i dont know exactly, it would grow make u happy or end very badley. could go on and on about how love could be there then be gone, much to long to expalaine wus right and wuts wrong. cuz no relationship is the same just a little bit similare in a way
A angry sky, as cauld as Loch Lomon'
fair drew me out from cot o' peat, an' bed.
The wolves wus wailin', an' thund'r respond'd
Ah gather'd tam, me tartan, an' dug Red.
To 'orse ah took an' found the 'erd sam 'urt.
The 'ungry wolves 'ad already fed.
Inta the bi'er blaw, the rill ah skirt
thro braes a white, t'ward ham an' fire burnin'
the bleatin' sheep, the 'orse an' ah alert.
We wud mak it hame, stomaches churnin'
O smell the peat fire on the wild wind now,
'ear the cows faint distant ca', a lowin'
'erself wud know, we'r near ta the brow.
Noo, we 'ad beat the storm hame, an' kep' me vow.
Dedicated to Jimbo Goff & James Fraser
and the spirit of Robin Burns
See About the Poem
der wus a baby daddy
who thought he wus de man
he stoked um and smoked um
all threw dis b'itchin' land
yes dis slick pimp had a stable
of many fine Betty's
soon tagged and den labeled
whores by their daddies
once dey's tagged by dis naughty
des young Betty's would agree
it's hard to do much livin'
when yur a baby mommy
But soon enough dad grew old
and his prick lost its roar
and the candy man 'came
known as a dirty old boar
see der's a moral it's clear
best not get yurself shamed
for daddies and mommies
get claimed by their names
G'day friends, I'll be fer intraducin' me self ta ye. I be Periwinkle, cook ta the High Court of Fairieand teller of tall tales. Hang a peony seed round ye wee ones necks, so ye donna lose them ta the fairie and I'll begin.
Todays tale is of Asclepias's pod boats. Fer drunk wus God on Ascle's wine when He made the whole world.
As told, Mordan had brought fall to the land and stalks dried. They fell from Ascle's arms as charcoal gray pods. The soldiers of the Seelie* Court took them and made boats with butterfly sails. How proud wus Auscle that his milkweed pods would serve the Fey King. All of Auscle's parts were precious ta the fey his seeds served as stuffin' for the Fey Courts gamesons. His flowers brought butterflies. And so, as fall passed to winter Auscle's gave, he gave his life's blood to heal the wounded, his boats brought war.
*Asclepias Milkweed
*Seelie are the good fairy the beautiful ones
Thistledown wus his name and sometimes he stung, well actually his stem stung. The stinkers gave him a bad name, they did! Handsome wus he. Aye, the ladies loved him. Coming near to his full bushy head of royal purple pomp, thought he smelled good too, they did, bees to his honey.
Summer time was his time, the time to bloom. His thorns served as fairy swords. An', on mass, he an' his guarded the fey's mound. Thistledown kept the cows from trampin' the wee ones. An' the cow plops from offendin' the Royal's wee noses. No hoof falls made treacherous the field's lay.
Suren, he wus sharp this fine boyo. He did 'ave a soft side, a sure sweetness. When fall's goddess Mordron* brought the chill down, he softened. Queen Mab* sent fey to catch his whitened crownin' glory, as each strand, a silken treasure, soft fell and so, Ole Thistle lost his head, for from his crown, and its down, wur made sheets of silken softness for the Tuatha De Danaan's* beds.
*Goddess Mordron/Welsh mythology, Modron ("divine mother")
* Queen Mab of the Fairy
* Tuatha De Danaan pre-Christian gods represented as heroes or fairies.
[Tribes of the goddess Dana]
Bubba’s Away at College
By Elton Camp
“Howdy, Leroy, how’s you and you’rn?
I ain’t seed you since th’ baby wuz born.
Livin’ way up hear in th’ mountain,
Of th’ days I sorta lose accountin’.”
“Well, Jim, as fur as I kin tell
We’se doing tolerable well.
Lulu’s marriage has at last been laid.
Wuz getting’ afeared she be an old maid.
Kinda bad fer her to be publicly seen.
When she’s wuz single at fourteen.”
And Bubba’s got as big as a bear.
He’s ugly enough to throw a scare.”
“What kind of job did Bubba ever get?
He wuz always too lazy t’ break a sweat.
Fer him, schoolin’ wus a mite too tough.
Th’ schoolmarm made it mighty rough.”
“Bubba ain’t been around for many a day.
Because off to a college he went away.”
Jim looked at Leroy with suspicious doubt.
Since he had to wonder what that was about.
“Nothin’ like thet I’ve never seed.
Why old Bubba, he can’t even read.
Hit must be you has money to burn.
How, in college, can Bubba learn?
Leroy realized that he hadn’t made it plain
The way at college big Bubba could remain.
“You has plumb th’ wrong idea there, Jim.
Bubba ain’t studyin’. They’se studyin’ him.
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