a poem on brown
paper is rash,
for at the end
of the meal,
ends up trash
a bit of “random poetry” that I wrote today at Montana’s. I always wonder if the people who work there ever read what is written on the brown paper “table cloth”, or if it just ends up in the trash can.
contents under pressure
be careful with this load
don’t bump or jostle, jar or jolt
or this jar might explode
don’t shake or rattle hit or bang
don’t place it under strain
my mind’s the thing that’s pressurized
so please don’t jounce my brain
but if you can, please, find the valve
that makes the pressure stop
please open it, ignore the hissssss…
it’s better than a POP
our family has had a lot of things going on recently with our house. Today, one of those issues is (hopefully) going to be resolved…and hopefully will bring our stress level down at least a touch.
Written for the “warning labels” prompt at napowrimo.net
Why am I so misunderstood
And seen as foul by my foes?
I fight for love. Is that not good
I love my princess, goodness knows!
I’m but a lowly Koopa King
Don’t I deserve to woo Ms. Peach?
I’d give to her a lovely ring
But when I try, oh how she’ll screech
That Mario, Luigi too
Both try their best to keep me down
And though my love is just and true
Their med’ling causes me to frown
So when I see them on a romp
I’ll finish them with one big stomp!
At napowrimo.net, the prompt today is to show the humanity of a villain, but also to show that they are still villainous.
At NaPoWriMo.net, we have been encouraged to make a list poem of “made up titles”. Here’s mine:
A List Poem of Imagined Movie Titles Based on Stuff Strewn Across My Desk
Adventure Pics like “My Blue Pen” are rarely ever shown
‘Cause most folk prefer comedies like “Staplers That I’ve Known”
“My Calculator Glows with Glee” is showing all this week:
(a foreign film with subtitles, but all the talk is Greek)
“Green Highlighter”: a thriller film will keep you up at night
but if you prefer romance, then see “Paper Sheets of White”
My fav’rite flick I’ve seen all year is “Six Line Telephone”
it is a documentary that stars one Sly Stallone
Of course, there is “My Desk’s a Mess” – a true biography
you wonder who it is about? Well clearly, it’s ’bout Me!
I wrote the following a few years back, but thought it worth repeating.
Everyone has heard of the Irish Leprechaun – the short little, mischievous, greedy dudes who look for gold at the end of the rainbow. So how did this story begin?
Back about 1500 years ago, there was an Irishman by the name of Dougal O’Connell. Dougal was rather short and stocky compared to most men in Ireland at the time, but that wasn’t his most serious problem. His biggest problem was his greed. Dougal O’Connell was a prospector by trade. He seemed to be able to sniff gold out, wherever it might be found. While other prospectors might find a nugget here or there, O’Connel seemed to bring gold home by the bucket full. Whenever another prospector inquired as to Dougal’s success, he would give an evasive answer such as “look at the end of the rainbow…maybe you’ll find a pot o’ gold there!”
He also had a rather annoying habit of jumping into the air and kicking his heels together everytime he came upon an especially large lode. This habit gained him the nickname of “Leaping O’Connell”. Eventually, his townsfolk started referring to his entire family as “The Leaping O’Connell’s”
Over time, language tends to change. This was true of “The Leaping O’Connell’s” name as well. “The Leaping O’Connell’s” eventually mutated to “The Leaper O’Connell’s”, and then the “ell” was dropped from the end, making them “The Leaper O’Conn’s” and then just “The Leprechauns”
This story is just as reliable as the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!
It’s midnight and the water’s deep
so take the plunge
count to three and hold your breath
and take the plunge
don’t worry about the waterfall
just take the plunge
watch your problems drain away
when you take the plunge
the first two lines of this came to me at about 4am last night when I got up and discovered that the toilet required plunging…so if you change “take” to “use” and “plunge” to “plunger” in all the even numbered lines, the poem becomes more literal 🙂 Of course, it sounds a whole lot more pleasant if you read the poem the way it is written and ignore the clogged toilet bit (by the way, it was a minor clog…no waterfalls were involved…at least not this time.
folks are hunkered down
in bunkers ‘neath the earth
but one brave dude still mows his lawn
and whistles tunes with mirth
“storms won’t stop my chores”
he tells his friends, “becoz’
I really want to go and meet
that wizard guy in Oz”
a few days ago, a tornado passed near the town of Three Hills, Alberta (Canada). One brave (insane?) guy decided to continue mowing his lawn, and his wife took this picture. When asked about why he would continue doing yard work, he told reporters, “I was keeping an eye on it”. As far as I know, he wasn’t really hoping for a free ride to Oz.
Sharing this with dVerse, where the Quadrille prompt this week is to use the word “storm”