A bit of mulch
A bunch of rain
So sets the stage
A mushroom plain
A story be
Of times of old
Here sits a stool
Made for a toad
MUSHROOM/TOADSTOOL… a poem
Silliness abounds…
He jumped on a plane
But fell off before it left the ground…
Bless his heart!
THE STREAK… a silly something or another
Streaking down from up on high
Where clouds bear heavy burdens
And the sun struggles to get through
There, I saw an amazing sight
One that took my breath away
And brought chill bumps to my body
A sight that will stop you in your tracks
And make the world cease its spinning
Well, not really and only for a moment
Yep, an unexpected explosion of lightning
The kind that makes you whisper a prayer
Whether you want to or not
Whew, I hope there’s a restroom near
RESCUE…NOT! … a silly poem
I came to the rescue just a little too late
The damage was done
A sealing of fate
If only I’d been there – so profound
I’d have saved that ice cream
Before it hit the ground
SPIROGRAPH… a poem
Concentric circles
All around
In the air
And on the ground
They have me leaping
Here and there
Nowhere safe
Should I care
My drink it sits upon the bar
Next to the eyes
Within the jar
No, pickles must be what I see
Have I been drugged
Oh yes, clearly
So if I must endure this dream
A spirograph I choose to be
CHEW TOYS, NOT!… a poem
Given the hand that feeds me
I shall bite, no more!
It’s cold, and wet, and dark out here.
A dog house? What’s that for?
From the cat, I heard a rumor
That Master was very upset.
Her shoes were there and teasing me…
Did I chew them?
Oh, you bet!
Now, here I lay, so lonely
In the backyard where I can see.
The cat on the sil
With a smile on her face
Looking out on me!
MY SHOES… a poem
Please, if you choose to walk in my shoes
Don’t you dare stray
Have a quick look around
And then walk away
It’s hard enough for me
To shuffle around in this place
Without tripping over your stuff
And falling flat on my face
So, if I find you’ve been here
And you were conscious and kind
I’ll invite you again
To walk further next time
TAKING OUT THE TRASH… a silly poem
Broken and all drugged up
He was needing him some stash
He tried to steal
The purse of my gal
So, I took out the trash
FUNK AND JUNK… a silly poem
I sit and ponder
And sometimes cry
Sometimes I laugh
I don’t know why
The confusion that’s swirling
Inside my head
Keeps my hopes alive
Which is better than dead
And if I put things off
Just a little bit more
Then tomorrow creeps in
Faster than before
So maybe I’ll concentrate
And work through this funk
And like a slow computer
Delete all the junk
EAT THE FUDGE… a silly poem
If I had only let go
When the anger began
There’d have been no turmoil
But pride ruled this man
Overcoming adversity
Was always taught to me
Yet, I let my guard down
And the darkness broke free
Now I sit in this cell
Awaiting the judge
I said I was sorry
I should have eaten the fudge
Kevin Parish 