SENSE AND NONSENSE

  • TRAILER PARK BLUES (1970s) silly poem # 48

    TRAILER PARK BLUES (1970s) silly poem # 48

    TRAILER PARK BLUES (1970S) The sewers plugged, they said to me It’s causing some disharmony The trailers at this end and down Are “flushing” mostly on the ground Be prepared, quite soon, to move The backhoe has to dig a groove Although your plumbing’s doing fine There’s “dirty water” down the line! They yanked my…

  • CHRISTMAS BUS TRIP (silly poem #47)

    CHRISTMAS BUS TRIP (silly poem #47)

    Christmas Bus Trip [1970s] Alarm clock bells, alarm clock bells, We must be on our way Oh what sense is it to ride, A Greyhound bus today! Waiting in the snow, For a crowded Greyhound bus, Today the bus is slow, ‘Cause it’s the Christmas rush! Cars on highways slide, Headlights shining bright, What a…

  • HIBERNATE? (silly poem#46)

    I wish that I could hibernate And pass up winter’s frozen state I think that I would have the weight From Xmas goodies that I ate. It would be nice to sleep in late And waken at a warmer date When all the land is green again I would wake up and I’d be thin!

  • SCRIBBLERS WRITING PROJECT (silly poem #45)

    SCRIBBLERS PROJECT: Use the word serendipity in a poem. “What rhymes with ‘serendipity,’ I ask my husband? “Stupidity,” he replies, not looking up from his crossword puzzle. “That doesn’t rhyme properly,” I retort. “It doesn’t have enough syllables. “I need to compose something for our Scribbler’s project,” I explain. “Perhaps a poem or maybe even…

  • THE LEMMING (silly poem#44)

    Why is the lemming sometimes idle While other times he’s suicidal? Is he really that depressed As he heads east, or south, or west? Swimming with no hesitation To a watery destination. Does he die a planned statistic Or is he just too optimistic?

  • ANCIENT MEMORIES (silly poem #43)

    Facebook friends are getting younger ‘Cause it’s their childhood I remember That skinny kid on our school-bus Was teased but never made a fuss A square peg in a rounded hole Taunting could have bruised his soul But he grew up and l heard tell He’d married and they’d managed well His profile pic shows…

  • INSIDE OUR HOUSE WHEN IT WAS 38 BELOW (silly poem #42)

    INSIDE OUR HOUSE WHEN IT WAS 38 BELOW Windows mottled Frosted etchings Of ethereal Landscapes Chilly drafts Waft through Infinitely tiny Cracks and Crevices Door opens Bitterly cold air Attacks Instantly Overcoming warmth Permeating clothing Piercing Unprotected flesh Door slams shut- Better not let any more Of that outside air in!

  • The mad Red-Hatter off to a monthly luncheon with the other Red-Hatters. (She can be irritating but not dangerous)

    The mad Red-Hatter off to a monthly luncheon with the other Red-Hatters. (She can be irritating but not dangerous)

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  • ICE-CREAM FLAVOURS (silly poem #41)

    ICE CREAM FLAVOURS Brownies on the Moon Caramel Typhoon so much to love and so little room. Banana Tiger Monster Pop gourmet choices do not stop. Rocky Road Island Fantasy excursions t’where I cannot be. Heavenly Hash Super-mix my brain’s already playing tricks. Oreo Cookies Cookie Dough d’you bake your own before you go? Bubblegum…

  • ‘TWAS A WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS (silly poem #40)

    ‘TWAS A WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS ‘Twas a week before Christmas, not a present was boughten, Not a goody was baked, the house looked forgotten. And me in my housecoat, and Dad in his shoes, Had just settled down to watch the Late News. When from out of the night came a horrible sound, We sprang…