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The Manic Minstrel

Spread 1

and out of sight
In a cupboard somewhere
There is about to be a fight,
A battle brewing over bread
With two jars stewing
About which is …..the better spread!

Spread 2

Now Nutella
is a newer fella
Full of spirit and spunk
And he has issued a challenge
to Peanut Butter
Saying that he
Can best the “Old Lunk.”

Spread 3

PB stood tall,
“I’m the international champion.
Prepare to be amazed!
I brandish innumerable goods
With sidekicks to help me dispose
Of would be challengers and hoods.
Besides, I come in both creamy and chunk
So you’d best back down
You little punk!”

But the contender
Refused to back down
And began to strut,
“You are just a pretender
Made from legume
While I – a real nut!”
Then delivering a devastating blow
Nutella revealed his secret weapon
…….real cocoa!!!!!

Spread 4

PB’s crew was rocked
And dissention arose
From the revelation…

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Poetry is in motion
Progressing through sense and emotions
Poetry 1

Advancing forward with thought and notion;
Poetry is a tidal wave of letters
Surfing over linguistic oceans.
Poetry 2

Poetry is swinging through the wilderness,
Poetry 3

Poetry is getting lost without a trace;
Poetry 11

Poetry is taking one small step
As she leaps into outer space.
Poetry 4

Poetry is passing through passion
And falling in love,
Poetry 5

Poetry is dancing in the clouds
Cascading down from above.
Poetry 6

Poetry is traveling through time
Transcending pace and place,
Poetry 7

Poetry is speeding through overdrive
Jumping in your interface.
Poetry 8

Poetry is going wild
Translating what madmen said,
Poetry 9

Poetry is singing lullabies;
and now,
……….Poetry is fast asleep in bed.
Poetry 10

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The Manic Minstrel

The Monstore

Between the towns
Of Happy and Content,
A Proprietor placed a store.
Soon word of it
Got around
And more and more people heard of it;
Sparking intrigue and interest
So that’s where they went
To see what could be found:

Gizmos and Gadgets,
Trinkets and Treasures,
Doodads and Doohickeys,
Prestidigitatious products
Promising phenomenon and pleasures.
The store had everything
The people could fancy or fashion.
Every sort of brand or bling
One could possibly imagine;

The more folks
Kept coming and going,
The more the store
Kept growing and growing.
Selling and selling
More and more stuff
Because the people it seemed
Just couldn’t get enough.

The store’s effects
Were startling and strange;
Dwindling hearts and bank accounts
With increasing rate of exchange.
The people quit
Inventing and dreaming
And the children threw a fit
Being dragged kicking and screaming.

The people mindlessly
Kept going back
Till things…

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The Wolfman 1

Used to be
When night fell down
And the moon shone bright,
The Wolfman prowled the town
Painting it red
Howling at every dame in sight;

Used to be
When darkness descends,
The wolf went wild
Running with rowdy friends,
Barking at bars and trees.
Where bottles and babes
Are easily compiled;
Reveling in his rascally reputation;
Living up to the fame that he claimed.
He perpetuated perception
That this Dog will never be tamed
But as the wise men say,
Everyone has his day.

And it happened one fateful eve
When our “Were” was about
To take his leave;
All it took was a wave
And a toss
From a lady that was a Fox
To send him for a loss
Crashing his nightly routine against the rocks.

Now, with ring and license
Around his neck,
The Wolfman has taken
A day job
To fetch a proper check.
And though it doesn’t
Come natural
And is hard as heck,
The work is important
And he surely doesn’t want
To disappoint
……the boss!!!

The Wolfman 2

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The Greener Grass

Living in the fertile sod
Round about the county Clod
Was a peaceful pasture
With a well established community of grasses
Where few feet have ever trod
And nary a soul ever passes;

All was good and well
Until one fateful morn
A new group took root
And began to form;

It didn’t take long
For the new leaves of grass
To grow tall and strong
Flashing brilliant blades and brawny brass
And they considered themselves
To be of a higher class
So things turned tense
When they began slinging mud and insults
Over the fence;

The Greener Grass
Was the meaner grass
And the insults that they threw
Turned the others Blue,
They were so mean
That even the cantankerous Crabs withdrew;

They zinged the Zoysia
And chased the Centipede,
They blasted the Bermuda
And brought the Buffalo to tears,
The Fescue blushed red
Because of some of the…

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The Manic Minstrel

If I were a Tree 1

If I were a Tree
What kind would I be?

A tiny Bonsai
Petite, tidy, and neat
or a colossal Sequoia
Towering high
For all to see;

If I were a Tree
Would I be:

A beautiful Birch
Spreading luxurious limbs
For bluebirds to perch
or a lazy Willow that weeps
Providing wispy cover
For the weary wanderer who sleeps;

If I were a Tree
What type would I be?

Deciduously diverse
Changing and Shedding
– seasonably in fashion
or Coniferously courageous
Sprucing with firs
And staying Evergreen with passion;

If I were a Tree
Would I be:

Productive and sweet
bearing bushels of fresh fruit
Ripe and ready to eat
or a sappy Maple
Oozing gallons of syrupy treat
For flavorful staple;

Trees are a lot like people,
Coming in all sorts
Of colors and sizes
And bearing different gifts and surprises
From harvest and cut;
And I can’t…

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