Lilly McGown’s Fall
The strangest thing happened
to Lilly McGown.
Her toe caught a crack
but she didn’t fall down.
She bumbled and stumbled
in front of a truck,
and Lilly found
herself falling up!
The crack wasn’t new
she’d seen it before,
it had stubbed a toe
and had caught the door.
’Lil had the means,
it could have been filled,
“but it was only a crack,
who had it killed?”
Poor Lilly expected
to crack her crown,
as always before when
she’d split her lip
or blacked an eye
but this time Lilly
fell towards the sky!
She fell and she fell
forever it seemed,
she fell past birds
on feathery wings.
She fell past kites
and clouds and things.
’Lil Lil’ fell upward
as if pulled by a string.
Poor Lilly fell high
to the edge of black,
to that clearly drawn line
where you cannot come back.
She kicked and she waved
but she never could stop
this falling that fell
her right over the top.
Poor Lilly is gone
From her upward spill.
She tripped into Heaven
against her will,
so fill your cracks
and tamp them down
so you never trip up
like Lilly McGown.
was a liquorice whip
who let it go to her head,
that she was loved,
and held above
the licorice sticks that were red.
She always laughed,
when the half of the bag
with red at the bottom remained.
Lucy never was grieved,
for she firmly believed
that black should hold red in disdain.
’Til a sweet ’Lil Miss
with a sweet ’lil wish
took Lucy’s bag home to eat.
Three cheers for black,
pulled first from the sack
still every child’s favorite treat.
But Lucy was tricked,
she only got licked,
’Lil Miss didn’t like her a little.
Lucy tasted like ash,
and was thrown in the trash
replaced by a packet of Skittles.
Missy put the red back
in their candy-store sack
to save for another day.
When Skittles were done,
red was better than none,
so she wouldn’t throw them away.
It all goes to show
that you never should grow
too sure of your place in the sack.
Lucy learned a hard truth,
not every sweet-tooth
cares for licorice, red or black.
So if you think
your sugar don’t stink
and you belong at the top of the list,
remember the riddle
of ’Lil Miss Skittles,
and her licorice tale with a twist.
Such a lucky thing you are,
Your job to wile away
Every spinning second hand
spent keeping books at bay.
Upon a shelf with titles tilted
Proudly on display
Collecting dust, forever must
You let them have their day.
The weights of worlds imagined
Pushing hard upon your spine,
You hold them in, but can’t begin
To wonder at their lines,
Sadly though, you’ll stay a brick.
That is my prognosis,
Unless you learn to read them
Through their covers by osmosis.
Ickshnay the Anime
I keep seeing these prompts and cannot play
cause I don’t know nothin‘ bout anime
But not to worry, I’ll rock old school
And bring back ’toons that were really cool
Are these new shows y’all want to parody
really better than Merry Melody?
B-B-Boy, Ah say boy, pay attention now
Ah says, “Ah’m a rooster, not a chicken or cow”
Andele, andele, run Speedy run, but
Senor Rodriguez, “he pack a gun.”
There’s a big crop of carrots pulled fresh from the ground
so dat wascally wabbit’s, “Alabamy bound!”
And there’s Hannah-Barbera, or Looney Tunes
Popeye the Sailor and Mr. Magoo
I’ll have to give anime a pass
and remember the ’toons that made us laugh
Oops, My Bad
A beautiful blond danced nude on a stump
when a hunter passed by with his shotgun pumped.
So strange to see such a sight on this trail,
And our hesitant hunter had no interest in jail,
So he asked, ”you’re pretty, but are you ‘game’?”
When she smiled and said yes... he blew her away.
Yes, common sense was lacking here,
it was not the season for stalking ‘dears’.
But homonyms suck, no splitting ‘hares‘
and homophones too, when hunting for ‘bare’?
A Beetles Work
It’s a tough, tough task, but I have a strong will,
Gotta roll this ball, up that steep, steep hill
It’s a big, big ball from a fresh, fresh, pile
Of smelly, smelly poop below a black and white cow.
I‘ve pushed it up five times... this doody that I found
But near the tippy-tippy top it always rolls back down.
It’s a crappy, crappy job, one I wouldn’t give to you
But it needs, needs done, so I won’t shoo-shoo
I‘m an itty-bitty beetle with some strong, strong lungs
whether from the exercise or from the stinky, stinky dung.
Don’t hate your job, it could always be worse...
Friends with Benefits
Whiskey and Wine
always got along fine
until one night they tumbled together.
What they thought would be nice,
a cocktail on ice,
left them high, dry, and unfettered.
Where she used to be sweet,
he simple and neat,
now they swirled in a toxic ether,
of love and lust
that in the end must
leave them both feeling under the weather.
So keep it in mind
that not all pairings wind
up as happy as lace and leather.
No, these two should stay friends,
and not hook-up again,
so we all can wake up feeling better.
I got no hat to shade my head
and a tow-sack left to fill
There’s a man in shades a-watchin’ me
and forty years to kill
The cotton boles have bled me
til my fingers cannot bend
and that tow-sack never fills
so them fingers cannot mend
I got a mind to make a break
I got a mind to run
but that man in shades a-watchin’ me
is cradlin’ a gun.
The delta ain’t no place for me
there ain’t a hill in sight
nor tree, nor friend, nor happy end
just forty years or life.
So spend your nights at home, boys
keep your woman in your bed
Cause if you stay, then she won’t stray
and you won’t shoot her dead.
Forty years in Parchman left
for shooting down my wife
jealousy and whiskey’s earned me
forty years or life.
The Night Hag
Matilda Twitty was young and pretty,
the princess of Fairly Hall.
And popular too, nearly everyone knew
her well as the belle of the ball.
The trouble though, what they couldn’t know,
was that Tildy had a twin,
an evil tart with an onyx heart
who used magic to do men in.
Tabitha Twitty was unknown in the city
as the family hid her away,
in an upstairs site, where they hoped they might
keep her villainous powers at bay.
But the men from town, determined and bound
that Matilda see their allure,
came to call, at Fairly Hall
on its princess so fair and demure.
But what the boys got was not what they thought
as they serenaded their love.
Those courtships were jaded, while the boys promenaded,
Tabitha spied on them from above.
Sipping her wine, biding her time,
unseen from her garret’s gable.
Awaiting her chance while ”Sweet Tildy“ danced,
to cut in and turn the table.
This sis in the attic was a raging addict
who when the night grew late,
would sneak below, and steal the soul
of he who had courted fate.
She would sneak to his bed, bend over his head
as though to plant a kiss,
but instead she would sip, the breath from his lips
and leave him in virulent bliss.
This evil twin would run away then
with a life’s breath sucked inside,
she’d hide in her room and the garret’s gloom
while her clarity got fried.
For when she exhaled, it never failed
to make her as high as a kite,
as that breath showed her dreams, and the nightmarish things
that her victim envisioned that night.
Wicked Tabitha loved to lord it above
her sister, and all of her beau’s.
She relished their dreams, being privy to things
that “Sweet Tildy” never would know.
She was having a time, til she happened to find
something that brought her up short.
It seemed that her bill for each mystical kill
was a bulbous, revolting wart.
Two grew on her hand, there was one that demanded
she never wear sheer hose.
But the largest of cankers, the one that most rankled
popped up on the end of her nose.
So while stealing breath, and causing death
gave Tabitha inebriate joys
she might have to pause, and determine the cause
of these hideous corns and boils.
But pay heed to my tale, if you’re ever availed
to go calling at Fairly Hall,
then if after dinner a young girl enters
your room... take a glance at the wall.
If her shadowed beak has a rounded peak
then you’re the victim of a switch.
Go ahead and scream, don’t give your dreams
to that damnable Tabitha b.... witch!