Sunday, June 26, 2011

Post Residency Poem by a non-Poet-Trying to Rhyme without Touching Myself

Captain Merle, Captain Morgan and Captain Jack
My GA bombed in a seagull attack
You wake ‘em you take ‘em
Can we just shake ‘em and bake ‘em?
A hammered dulcimer, a guitar, a classic blues song
Grizzly Adams on high octane Rock Star danced in a sarong
An impromptu rendition of the Hokey Pokey
Learning that ghosts like to spoon with an Okie.
Diane called Elk with her unusual horn
A new genre--SNHU-rotica—was illegitimately born
‘Imagine’ from the Chapel, we can only wish
Rick’s new craft book ‘How to Write from the POV of a Fish’
Searching for meat, a snuggly rat in the bed
Sooner Born and Sooner Bred, when I die I’ll be Sooner dead
Is that a wig?  Are you famous? Are you from the Navy?
Believe it or not, the cook calls that gravy.
Telling jokes with Uncle Wiggly, trying not to be noisy
Air Force does a quasi-striptease, and we learn to pronounce ‘Boise
A shy little Texan got up to dance
A well deserved award for Pratima Cranse
A Cosmo reading made the Desert Father turn red
At least Ken woke up in his own little bed
Emma keeps her rat in an unusual place
There’s nothing like that smile on Natalie’s face
Extra crispy or original
Don’t get sucked in
Kim and the corn
Turtles.  Enough said.

Saying goodbye to old friends, and hello to the new
We are Writers.
We are Wet.
We are Trashy Women.
We are Pirates.
We are Goddesses.

1 comment:

smilligan said...

Well that made me want to touch myself.