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'Who is the green Grinch?'the Cat in the Hat asked Sam,
eating eggs and ham.
She was a lusty,buxom wench who craved a Hulk
but married a Grinch.
She closed her eyes when
she said "I do". She thought it
would remove the curse.
she said "I do". She thought it
would remove the curse.
Lost in her marriageShe forgot about green eggs
to enjoin breakfast.
An omelette was
served on a platter, folded
around her worn heart.
served on a platter, folded
around her worn heart.
She murmured as hersoul departed, “Nothing should
be served half-hearted!”
Her soul got confused,
while she watched him dine, did not
know which way was up.
while she watched him dine, did not
know which way was up.
He was loud, messy,and rude, an utter pig when
it came to soul food!
His deep fried chicken,was so finger licking good.
He didn't care who watched.
“This steak finger,” hepointed, pale, “has a gold ring
and a lacquered nail.”
He choke as he spoke,and all I could do was stare.
"I know that ring there."
A whisper rose upfrom her lettuce, "It's my own,
my love! My precious!"
“My little cabbage,lettuce,” he pled, “before time
and chance forget us.”
She was meant to be
a coleslaw, still, he searched for
her in middle earth.
a coleslaw, still, he searched for
her in middle earth.
Its worth at auction:Nancy Drew’s old typewriter’s
final mystery.
A hefty price fetched,for her oddest of stories.
Mystery Unsolved.
By her mother's graveNancy wept. Her Keene mind sought
the ghostwriter's plot.
But, she found not...As free, the criminal got
with the pixie knot.
A school boy's journeythrough the facsimile glass
has stolen my breath.
(Great one, Ryan!)Abjectly he craved
Emily, or even a
blunt facsimile.
Thanks, M. Emily! Fancy seeing you here :)
No. #6259 is one of those that crosses the line from mere verse to art. It’s one sentence. Each line neatly contains an aspect of the thought. There’s an intriguing ambiguity to it that invites the reader to lose himself in it. And the writing, in and of itself, is beautiful.
Such nice comments thank you, M.It was inspired by the fantastic story Mandy submitted this week - 'When Frank Met Al' - so I can't take all the credit.
It's nice to see you again, Emily :P
Edges of pebbles wrestled to bluntness by sea
and shore. Such murmur.
thanks, leslie. i should go to bed... 1:36am here. have to deal with a lot of things tomorrow (today!)...
Pebbles round edgesturning forever away
until they come back.
Pebbles found a washed-up clam and hurled the stinking
mollusk at Bamm-Bamm.
Bamm-Bamm went to bed,after the clam hit his head...
later was found dead
Such are life’s bassesand trebles; rank, rotting clams;
Bamm-Bamms and Pebbles.
Ok, how's this?above her bed rock
stars shine, illuminated
by flint stone embers
Nothing had disturbedthose old bones till somebody
turned on “The Flintstones.”
Fred always havinga yabba dabba do time
every episode.
Count Orlok nearlycame unglued last time he got
yabba-dabba-dooed.
By the moon's wan lighta dark beast roamed. Bam asked Fred,
"When Wil ma come home?"
Sorry! Best I could do to link The Flintstones to Dracula. Terrible :)
stop making me laugh... nearly spilled my tea! :P
Trudging home at night,dead beat, poor Fred discovered
Wilma was undead.
A zombie Wilmawould have made Bedrock a lot
more interesting
Bedrock’s own, Wilmaand the Biters, pulling one
of their all-nighters.
Walkers and Biters,dancing macabre to a
groovy monster mash.
(Spectacular, Mandy! That Saint-Saëns piece has always been one of my favorites.)
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to spend the holidays with
her cats and The Grinch.