"Daddy, will I ever be as square as you?"
Said the son to father
"For starters, you need to square your shoulders"
"And the I can carry 'em watermelons?"
"It takes balance to carry watermelons"
"Even square ones"
"Son, don't rock the block"
"Dad, mom says to stay away from circles. Why?"
"Cause circles 'ain't square."
"Dad, at school the teacher says I'm outta square."
"You're talking about Ms Quadratto?"
"Yeh"
"Learn to get square with her."
"Yeh"
If one day the hook would be hooking the Hat
The other
The Hat would over Hook the Hook
There was no opposition
The fit was by definition
A way a hat wearer can
Make that transition from
Having the hat on the head to the Hook.
Ha Ha, one day the Hat was gone
The Hook awaited and waited
Yet even if it tried it could never be withdrawn
Yet it longed
For a hat to be deposited from Kazakhstan, Teheran, Marrakesh or anywhere
Which kept the sun from burning a dark tan line on the wearer's forehead
It longed for
A real Hat
Nothing fleeing or hovering
A Hat with a passport and a valid ID from the land of Sombrero
A proper Hat, not a Cap
In other words
Nothing a Tomcat would yawn at
If the Hat fell flat off the Hook
Unresponsive
The Hat would say it was the fault of a Democrat
Or a Wombat
Just get used to the floor, it's your new microhabitat.
* Based on a true story; an hommage to a waitress that was terrorised by spoons.
She was royal
Plunging her spoon in her tea cup
Fixing her eyes on the mound of sugar
That was melting as if it had received an
Executive Order
Animated
For distant memories before she landed on a sand dune
Fatigued
Without a spoon
Not a drop of tea or hot chocolate
To swirl in the swirling heat
Making a ting-a-ling sound
Like that of a snorkelling King
The Man appears
Dressed in colours from Cameroon
Speaking like a duck in a cartoon
"I haveth no sthpoon, Queen Mothah"
The Empress looked stricken
Her eyes dropped to the hot sand
"But" the Cameroonian continued, his voice rising
"If you follow me, you may get one."
With that he signalled that she cross the dune with him
She followed
Cursing the Devil
Dreaming of souping and scooping and ice cream ooping
And was never seen again.
We lions pride ourselves on a hardy, hearty breakfast,
With paws and claws stretching over the
Checkered red and yellow tablecloth
What better way to start the day
Figuring out a word puzzle, a maze or
Just blowing on a plastic whistle, part of a prize
(Ignoring parental rantings of the day's expectations)
Our cereals were dear to us because
You could get lost in them
Liono's gave us courage
The courage
To live our names
As we filled our bowls
And crunched and munched
And clawed and drawed
In
Dry blooded round rubber
Extra fresh
Tubes responsibly meeting
FDA requirements
Keeping cholesterol in check like
In a caged zoo
Those sweet inner un-cubes
Had us aghast
What a blast
Till the day we were told
Liono's will give you worse than a
Head cold
Finally those autistic symptoms of lions running alone in the
Jungle
Could be explained:
Liono's are to be blamed.
So go back to the Meat Pack
Y'all
A good breakfast needs
A good drumbeat
Hail, hail! Roar, Roar!
I’m working on a pill-ow
that’s moulded your silhouette
Spraying, fiddling with a thimble,
I’m watching a cat POUND its CLAWS
Into my Grandma’s embroidered Pillow
Depicting a house floating at sea,
I took my pill and dreamt of thee
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdogoZFqf0U
Shame makes a man think things over
Shame lets him freeze and hard to breathe
Shame puts you on a cross
Shame
Shame is in your brain and you're melting down
It burns your filename to keep you lame
Shame
Shame what you like is on a pillow
Shame what you get is a viral storm
Shame what you need to elbow doing your Joe Blow
Shame
Shame Nein! It's a bee-line to the devil
To endless remind that kiss cam that will drive you to a crime
Shame
Ribbity-bee gah-beh, ribbity-be
Ribbity-ree, ribbit, ribbity-bay
Even my frog is shamed
How could they?
Isn't it any wonder? I suspect you first.
Shame, shame, shame, shame
Isn't it any wonder?
You're too old school for me to retool
Shame
Bully for you
Fusilli for me
Gotta get a rain check on blushing cheeks
Shame, shame, shame, shame.
Shame, shame, shame, shame.Shame, shame, shame, shame.
Shame, shame, shame, shame.Shame, shame, shame, shame.
Shame,
What your name?
Give me some shame!
