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My mama said to get a man,
I first must prove myself a cook.
I could not feed him from a can.
I tried to learn how from a book
And sought to make a chocolate cake.
I didn't care how long it took.
I set the oven high to bake
Then sat to watch my favorite soap
And to plan the menu I would make.
The cake was burned without a hope.
It was a cheerless sight to see,
The smoke so thick I had to grope.
Since it seems a chef I'll never be,
I'll find a man to who cooks for me.
humor, love, romance, wisdom, women, youth,
Like lavender and lovely red roses,
they’re meant for your immaculate sweethearts
and their fine, little, delicate noses;
not to damage the most sensitive parts,
or overwhelm the olfactory senses;
bedaub with the finesse of the fine arts,
as love’s a game of great consequences.
Mates decide on the mere whiff of a scent,
so smell good or lead to major offenses!
Too much strong scent is wholly unpleasant;
a little hint on the neck and the wrist
is enough to smell attractively fragrant;
so don’t offend like punching me with fists:
if you heed these lines you will get the gist.
funny, holidaytree, tree,
Christmas tree full of lights
What is the problem with your center?
darkness, darkness just like nights
starless, lightless tree center
unholy curses escape, unholy lips
murderous thoughts enter
branches remove and assemble tips
try and connect an electrical
circuit, help, help light the eclipse
unoriginal, typical, abnormal deal!!
confusion, funny, cousin, , cute,
Has anyone seen my ding a ling?
You wouldn’t dare ask “what is it”.
I will just say it’s the cutest thing.
It must be a cousin of my widget,
about which my wife often digs.
It hasn’t a name, only a digit.
I also have some thing-a-ma-jigs
that attach to fishing lures, you know.
My heart sings making world famous rigs.
While pointing my do hickey just so
I turn on my color gizmo, git go.
© May 21 2010 For Catie’s “Beautiful Form” contest
MY HUSBAND TALKS TO ANIMALS
My husband talks to animals.
With squirrels he has conversations
and blue jays often counsels.
With squirrels he has conversations
concerning the garden and digging;
to Dudley the cat he makes observations.
Concerning the garden and digging
he likes neat, green and salient.
It sounds funny but I’m not kidding!
He likes neat, green and salient,
my husband who talks to animals…
At least he’s stopped talking to aliens.
* Not a true terza rima, I call this style Fun With Tercets.
funny, people, places,
Hey, bud, I see
you've got this
weird type of paranoia,
that all the germs
are scheming to kill ya,
that's why you don't
trust bottled water,
not even tequila;
and you rely so much
on the power
of your disinfectant,
toward a slight smudge
on the doorknob
because to you it's
lying there lethally dormant;
nothing wrong with
with being hygienic,
but yours is a worrisome
on the psychotic,
soon you'll be scared
of inhaling air,
boy, that's gonna be tragic!
fun, funny, hilarious, humor, humorous,
Buxom blonde, eyelashes long
Belting out a bawdy song
She’s a dead ringer
Pure sex too
For 50’s lounge singer
Sensual boobs, wig so thick
My most calm boy
Made up in drag, an easy trick
Full of easy joy,
And ships ahoy!
Someone says “you look rather whorish”,
I hate to be peevish or boorish,
But this is drag life in a flourish….
Contest: Quirky Tercets
Type: Terza Rima
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
I cannot find my contest poem
(It would have been a first place winner)
Alas, my first thoughts I cannot show em!
I scrawled down notes when preparing dinner -
perchance they fell in Tiddles litter tray
as my loose leaf pad is so much thinner.
If I locate my lines by contest day
I’ll appeal to our sponsor named Nina
then swap my poem, to that which went astray
But what if Nina starts acting meaner
because I tried to bend her strict rules -
my contest wins will be so much leaner...
Only time will tell if rules are for fools!
Quirky Tercets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
He stood and watched as stars appeared above
Was he to die this night or live 'til dawn
He laced his boots,breathed hard,pulled on his glove
He had come far and now the time was gone
The cat he tracked looked down as he looked up
This game of chess was now to yield a pawn
To calm his nerves he drank from his tin cup
He heard the cat begin to move with grace
Then thought of death and drank his last cool sup
Perhaps he'd kill this cat in this wild place
He heard again that growl from way down deep
But then he heard a voice nearby in space
"Put your kitten to bed and get some sleep!"