I had a fine time in Paterson, New Jersey and my flights were on time coming home last night. Now it’s time to get back to work.
Here’s an update on our Woza Woza Poem. Who will add the next lines? Things are getting tense for our mystery critter!
She came to me, a stranger, and climbed on my lap.
She is so cute, I smiled and knew we would be friends
I stroked her fur; felt the scar upon her floppy ear.
Suddenly she jumped off my lap and headed for the door.
Out of nowhere a non-stop thumping echoed through the house
She suddenly stopped.
Fear filled her eyes as the thumping sounds came nearer.
And here’s where we are with the game of Poetry Tag. Remember, each poem added must tie in with the most recent one. However, the connection can be whatever you say it is. The idea is to have fun with the game. For example, I’ve just added a poem at the end of the list to follow up on Janet Gallagher’s poem, King Size Bed. I chose a My Bed from The Alligator in the Closet because both poems use a bed as a central idea.
Orthopedic Shoes Don’t Flamenco
by Jane Heitman Healy
Orthopedic shoes don’t flamenco.
They don’t tango, fandango, or romp.
They don’t cha-cha or foxtrot or two-step.
Their only dance is the stomp.
Orthopedic shoes help my feet grow
Into the shape they should.
Someday I’ll swirl, twirl and pivot
And give up orthopedics for good.
by Cory Corrado
There once lived a girl who wished she could twirl;
The shoes that she wore only made her hair curl.
With a snippety, snip, snip
Her locks she did clip
When she stuffed them in her shoes, she began to pivot and swirl.
by Scarred Poet
It was, I think,
The crutches that made me blink.
Look, now! The Orthopedic Shoes!
Made to shuffle the blues!
But man, they shine!
So, I won’t whine!
Soon I will be going fast,
Crutches lost at last!
And a chance…
Yes, a chance, perhaps, to dance!
By Ken Slesarik
Rhinos choose to wear shoes in hues of blues
and when venturing out in groups of twos
they’ll wear mismatched tuxes and ill fitting gowns
to sample fine dining in deep jungle towns.
But what does he eat, the powerful rhino?
How should I know?
The Perfect Diet
by David L. Harrison
Mrs. LaPlump weighed 300 pounds,
Her husband weighed 202.
“I’ve got to lose some weight,” she said,
“I’ll give up potatoes and pizza and bread.”
Mr. LaPlump said, “I will, too.
My darling, I’ll do it for you.”
When each of them lost 100 pounds,
He weighed only 102.
“I’ve got to lose more weight,” she said.
“This next 100,” said he, “I dread
For when we are finished I’ll only weight 2,
But darling, I’ll do it for you.”
They lost another 100 pounds,
Her figure was perfect and trim,
But there is a lesson here I think,
Mr. LaPlump continued to shrink
And one day disappeared down the sink,
And you may find this grim, my dears,
But it was the end for him.
A Perfect Diet follow-up…
by Cory Corrado
The potatoes were sour-creamed and plump-baked
The pizza was spicy, hot, and well-beyond dressed
The bread was warm, thick, and buttered-crusty
I gobbled them down with gusto and gluttonous-glee
Then bubbling like a ready-to-burst balloon
To the bedroom I waddled and flopped onto my bed
I tossed and I turned
I lashed and I thrashed
I dreamed of mountains of potatoes and pizza and bread,
I dreamed of baking and shaking, of banging and bursting
I dreamed of rumbling and grumbling, of rolling and mumbling. THEN…
a loud CRASH!!!
When in the morning I woke spread flat on the ground
I knew the dreams had not been dreamed in my head
The weight of the potatoes and pizza and bread made ‘TWIN’ see RED!
So now here I lie- my twin-bed is dead.
I pledge to give up (a few pounds of)
potatoes, pizza, and bread
And buy me a new king-size one instead!
King Size Bed
By Janet Kay Gallagher
I wanted one one for years
even cried a few tears.
Finally got a King size bed
for years a wonderful place
to lay my head
No more hugging the edge of
the mattress when hubby made
Now he is gone and I am sad
No more need for a king size bed
I need to get a full size bed instead
by David L. Harrison
(from Alligator in the Closet)
I should be up
And on my way
Instead of lying
Here in bed
Behind my head.
I should be dressed
But here I lie
Content to let
The world go by
My toasty nest
I love the best.
I’d rather be
Than with a book
I haven’t read
To stay in bed!
I’m delighted to see so many good Word of the Month poems being posted this month. There is still lots of time so don’t forget to post yours!