Showing posts with label light verse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label light verse. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Poem Words

 Poem Words

 

A poem came to me one day

Just a word that went astray

And fortunately passed my way.

No tone or promise, just an array.

Two more floated, then another

Drifted past and softly uttered

A hint of rhyme that lingered long

And strung together, prolonged.

The beauty of it felt so new,

Red and yellow, pink and blue

Bouquets of flowers not of words

Not at all what I first heard.

But bouquets need attending

Rearranging, somehow blending

Until they look just right

Standing tall in bright sunlight.

It’s then I found the words were rhyme

A poem passing through my mind.  

And that is how it came to be

Nothing at all to do with me.

I’m just a catcher of stray words

Passed by wind and songs of birds

Until at once they come together

Poem words from wind and feather.



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Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Oh, Nonsense!

 



Oh, Nonsense!

 

 

Morning Blooms

 


Morning blooms in streaks so bright

 

Offspring of the fertile night

 

And soon they’ll dance beneath the moon

 

And with the morn again will bloom.

 

 

 

Look Both Ways

 


Never, never, said old Fred

 

Fail to look beneath the bed.

 

And never ride one point of view

 

And cling to it when there are two.

 

Just as when you ride a bike,

 

Or walk a mile, or ride a trike,

 

Always, always look around

 

Right side up and upside down.

 

You seldom see it with one glance,

 

Especially true with new romance.

 

 


Grasshoppers

 


When a grasshopper hops, is it always in the grass?

 

If they’re high up a tree do they come down really fast?

 

Do they lose their power of leaping if they’re higher off the turf?

 

Do they grasp the error they made before they splatter on the earth?

 

 

 

Money Trouble

 


A dollar bill is faster than anything I know.

 

I put it in my pocket, hoping it will stay,

 

But then I go to reach for it and it’s gone away.

 

Even fastest sprinters cannot move that fast.

 

Dollar bills are wicked fast, no wonder they don’t last.

 

 

 

Count Down to Midnight

 


I promised I’d go early and climb into my bed,

 

But promises are hard to keep, as has often been said

 

Make some food, read a book, turn on the TV

 

Time just races on and on, or it seems to me.

 

I never quite get settled, though trying as I might.

 

Time to pour just one more drink before it chimes midnight.

 


 

Packaging


 

I pulled a loaf of bread off the grocer’s shelf today

 

And read the label on the loaf, just to see what it would say.

 

Here is what I found today, as I went down the line,

 

I do care for my health, so I read them all the time.

 

No gluten and no soy and no dairy and no meat

 

No sugar and no chemicals to sweep me off my feet.

 

No butter or faux seasoning, no this and that, it said

 

No animals were harmed in the making of this bread.

 

The packaging quite colorless and quite light for bread.

 

When I opened up the loaf, I found another sign.

 

This bread loaf has no flavor, and no taste and you will find.

 

The label’s just for reading and for covering our behind.

 

Friday, September 25, 2020

Do Bobcats Bob?

 



Do bobcats really bob?

I’m sure that I don’t know,

But, bobcats are quite fast and 

Bobbing is quite slow.

 

Do elephants ever catch a cold and sneeze?

I’ve never been quite near them

But, I would guess that if they did

I’m sure that I would hear them.

 

Whom are the mockingbirds mocking?

The hole in the woman’s silk stocking?

Or perhaps it’s the man’s red hat.

He really is quite fat.

 

The jaybird sits smugly high in a tree

With a very full belly it seems to me.

So, where do the a, b, and c birds sit?

I suspect that j’s consumed all the alphabits.

 

The vultures have gathered to eat a dead buck.

Who was out for stroll and got hit by a truck.

He is tasty indeed say the birds as they feed

Most folks must go hunting, but for us there’s no need.

 

A frog on a log sits still as can be

Apparently there is nothing to see

Then comes a fly and out flies his tongue

To give a tongue-lashing, oh goodness, yum yum.

 

A bass in a brook is looking to feed

And all of a sudden just look what he see’d.

A bright shiny hook and a tasty young worm

But, when the bass bites, he starts to squirm.

 

If chickens had teeth they’d be harder to grasp

To get chicken dinner you’d have to be fast.

It’d no longer be just a squawk from beneath

As they turned their head smartly and sank in their teeth.


Dogs are man’s best friends they say

But then again, the other day

A large, furry brute bit-me by design

And suddenly he was no friend of mine.

 

I do not think a groundhog could be a tidy chap

His face is all unshaven and he always takes a nap

When finally he awakens and shows his face unclean

He just goes back to sleep again. Do you see what I mean?

 

Watch the monkeys eat bananas high up in the tree,

Play a little random tag and maybe scratch a flea.

Then they start to frolic, it all seems very witless

I  have yet to understand the time for monkey business.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Monday, March 16, 2020

Captain Chinno: A little doggrel to lighten your day



The women call him Captain Chinno,
As he drinks the frothy beano
So much that it's most obsceno.
If you know just what I meano.

Why not try a cup of tea?
Asked a Brit quite casually.
No sir, said the Captain Chinno
Tea will never do you see-o

I am all Italiano
Sing sweet songs and play piano
Roll my r's like Valentino
Tea would never do for mio.

Of course grappa would be fine,
Drunk around the evening time.
After pasta and dessert,
A little grappa wouldn't hurt.

But, when it comes to my buongirono,
I crave once more the cafe beano
And perhaps a brandy fino
Said the gallant Captain Chinno.