There once was this awkward-looking fellow,
Who said, “Help, I’m stuck in this awful yellow!”
But it coordinated with his shirt,
And even though the sight of him hurt,
One could hear harmony in his bellow.
There once was a mollusk named Sam,
laying on the beach with his friend Pam.
They chatted about the recent storm
feeling elated that it wasn’t the norm,
exclaiming “So interesting this life as a clam!!”
There once was a man named Tutt,
who got shot and fell on his butt.
All because of a pocket-watch he stole,
Wild Bill’s bullet caused the new hole.
“Boys, I am killed.” Dying, his mouth shut.
There once was a frog named Kevin
splashing in a pond close to Devon.
Well, hello butterfly
perched in front of my eye!
Stopping here before heaven?
***Note – the frog’s agenda was lunch
Time for bed, long day over.
her thoughts slow
needs her bed now
slides under clean sheets
her nerves easing up
last minute thoughts swirl
one more solution eeked out
returning to calm
tiny drips of rain
nature’s language speaks outside
lulling her to sleep
the open window
caresses her blonde hair
But this woman named Bocks
mightily tossed and turned her locks.
Diligently tried to get settled,
to feel tucked in and nestled.
Shouldn’t have had whiskey on the rocks.
for a quick
turn into the
She asks “When will this sleep finally come?”
but surely, dear
your dreams are calling you
today becomes a memory
Finally, she sleeps!
Eyes fully closed and relaxed.
Slight snores can be heard
escaping from her moist lips.
Little tics move her fingers.
floating on air
meeting her younger self
the mini-me says hi to her
hugs, kisses, joy, and fun to be had now
playing high in the clouds with glee
such a good time they had
with each other
time to go
back to the real
world again. So sad.
Wake up, says the alarm!
Time to get up for work now.
A new day to do it over
again, only to head back to this
bed once more to slumber very deeply.
Can you identify all the styles?
There once was a feisty girl from Berlin.
Blonde and smart with legs built for sin.
Being direct, explicit and honest,
she was only slightly modest.
Good on her feeling free in her skin!