NaPoWriMo - Day 27 and frogs.

Okay, so I’m back on prompt.  Maybe.  Still British, which makes me laugh since the phrase I thought of right off the bat was oh so very southern.  Let’s see where this goes.

If frogs had wings

I think every day would be

thrilling

at least for me.

Can you see them?

In the backyard?

The park?

The grocers lot?

Fat little bellies,

Silly wee legs,

WIngs a buzzing

over their heads!

No more butt bumping

no lily pad hopping

if wishes were fishes

and pigs could fly

if beggars had ponies

and paupers had rye

we’d all be happy

we’d all be free

the frogs the pigs the paupers indeed

but most very especially, me.

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NaPoWriMo - Day Fourteen - I AM A Superhero!

The NaPoWriMo prompt for the day was to write a poem in a voice not your own, specifically that of a superhero, or perhaps a supervillian. So here goes! Of Superheroes and What Not.

If you’re a perfectly honest person,
You’ll have to admit I’m the best.
Look at things intellectually,
Put your old superheroes to the test.

Bat Man is all dark and emo,
Robin’s a little bit gay
I’d say Catwoman is kinda hot
But I’m a guy, so what else would I say?

Is there anything to say about Spiderman?
The Captain is a little uptight
Hawkeye just shoots his arrows
But Hulk is actually alright.

Thor tries just a little too hard
Colton ended up dead
Nick Fury’s a bit of a jerkoff
Messing with everyone’s head.

I can’t say much about Black Widow
At least not and sleep well at night
Because Pepper is probably listening
And then we’ll just get in a fight.

Then there’s moi, devilishly handsome
smart, and rich, and all that,
a billionaire philanthropist
I’ll suit up at the drop of a hat.

So some might say I’m a meanie
Other’s say I’ve no heart,
I’ve got one right here, plugged into my chest
And another in a box just to start.

So maybe I do my own thing now and then
A team player I am not
But when you look as good as I do,
Well you just have to use what you’ve got.








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NaPoWriMo - Day Thirteen - The Walk

A Walk

Most often when taking a walk
One chooses somewhere quite lovely

Picks a partner with whom they can talk
And sometimes a cute little doggy.

I see them walking, holding hands
talking, laughing, looking round,

discovering history, or botanical lands
Joyful with discoveries newly found.

The walk that I chose will sound odd to some
One that perhaps wasn’t all that smart

For the walk that I chose was ….dum dum dum…..
Our always quite busy, local WalMart.

I walked past peaches, and plums and pears
Past sprouts and spinach and bags of kraut

I walked past ladies with odd colored hair
and some with a WAY too much skin hanging out.

In the meat aisle, I stared at a man in brassiere
A woman with butt cheeks hanging right out

A person with a belt from an old goodyear
Did they look in a mirror before running about?

I walked through the dairy
past milk jugs and OJ and yogurts with cherries

nearly run over by a little one dressed like a fairy
her smiling face liberally stained with blueberries.

I wandered around a bit aimless and lost
Past ladies with clothing three sizes to small

and men who I’m quite sure have never once flossed
I thought to myself I should have gone to the mall.

I was jostled, and crowded and once even pushed
by two little boys with plastic crossbows

Waiting for someone or something to ambush
Their sticky little fingers clutching plastic ammo.

At that point, I decided I must find the door
Past the lady with no pants and very high boots

dodging wheelchairs and buggies and sticky spots on the floor
and two men or women dressed in spacesuits.

I bolted like bambi, or a cheetah in the chase
I lost track of myself about then I must say

The door looming large at the end of my race
Then a pat on the shoulder and “Have a Nice Day!”






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