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”
find them here and find them there
those tent worms are everywhere
watch them dangle from their threads
watch them land right in your hair
hear them pop beneath your feet
(or when you sit, beneath your seat!)
if you do not take great care
you’ll find them in your underwear!
wormy guts make highways slick
the sight of them, it makes me sick
those nasty worms are everywhere
the trees are very near to bare
find them here, find them there
there’s one crawling in your hair
yes, you’ll find them everywhere
here’s one in my underwear
OK…I have yet to find any tent worm caterpillars in my underwear, but they are nearly everywhere else…and yes, there have been reports of slick highways due to the shear mass of these caterpillars crawling across the roadways
Sharing this rather disgusting poem with dVerse…and hope that most of my readers have a less wormy environment than here!
each stanza is just eight lines long, Okay?
there’s more you need to know though, you’ll agree
lines one, three, five will follow rhyme scheme “A”
and two, four, six – let’s call that rhyme scheme “B”
iambic pentameter is the way
to write Ottava Rima poetry
the final couple lines use “C” to rhyme
(now toss this poem – it isn’t worth a dime!)
at dVerse, we are writing Ottava Rima poems
group of scientists
unravel world’s mysteries –
lost in parking lot
Today, my 14 year old son had the amazing opportunity to go to Canada Light Source Synchrotron with his school science club to do some experiments. On the way home, they got stuck in the parking lot…I haven’t heard (yet) all the details, but got to pondering the humour of a group of scientists getting lost in a parking lot…
how is it that you even dare to teach
to me of things that I already know
you speak of things that far exceed your reach
and think there is no need for you to grow
I do not need to hear you condescend
that’s why I crushed you down beneath my feet
and ground my heel so that you could not mend
the silence that I hear from you is sweet
I never deigned to teach to you of slime
there was no need to speak of what you knew
for that is where you spent all of your time
in sun, in rain, in snow, in sleet, in dew
oh condescending worm you are a bore
and so I’ll hear you speak to me no more
note: this poem might not be about a worm.
sharing with dVerse for OLN.
and in case you are wondering, yes, there was a Part 1 – posted about a year ago https://quest4peas.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/condescending-worm/
My kids are all neanderthals
you doubt me? Ask their mother!
if they’re not painting on the walls
they’re beating on each other
the other day they must have chased
a mammoth through the kitchen
for all the dishes are displaced
and the noise had me a twitchin’!
my youngest, wearing just a strip
of cloth tied on with wire
is holding sticks with quite a grip
and trying to make fire
they’re savages, it’s plain to see
and sometime they’re a trial
but I love them and they love me!
so I’ll keep them…(for a while)