Plucky Pheasantries for us: we’ve earned it!
End Games
Willful catastrophes
We had a lot of rain last night
And now the moldy drywall ceiling
Lies upon the roof of my blue car
Curse you, Ceiling Cat!
Why did you will that?
The Game of Words
How Now Sweet GOW?
Purrty
A Beast-a-Daring: Catch and Release
Gifts and Give-Aways
Origins (Daai Orige Sprong)
first, some potassium
Just like potassium
The poet
A sponge of mental pictures
(Not the princess of Picts?)
that chain-melts
into words
A plasma of all our senses
Leaking verse
in phrase changes
Depending on existential temperatures
and pressures
Sometimes degenerate
It matters not.
May the poeforce of phraseology
be with you
Secondly
Die springbok pronk
Hy lyk effe dronk
En ontlont ‘n bietjie
Stront
Askies vir die flou, faux tiek
Genetiese genies, geen lig-truuk
Maar darem slim genoeg
Om te kan spoeg
Okay, origins:
I come from nowhere
(behold, your DNA spit test says otherwise!)
I’m going nowhere
(maybe I’ll give this other cheek swab one a try’s)
Take your pick
(it’s kind of like astrology)
The bitter blue berries
(and now a thousand new relatives follow me!)
Make good gin
Or not; not without truth tonic
Don’t confuse your diary
With a dairy; your cans and cants
(Oh, captain, my captain
Wash your own underpants)
One is full of cheese
The other lack-toes intolerants
[Ma se kind
Punt innie wind
Is jou basies goedgesind?
Bobbejaan se kind
Die eintlike probleem
My boerneef, my vrind ]
h/t: Confirmed: New phase of matter is solid and liquid at the same time
tip of the mitten: Holy Schmoly
If Cats Wrote Doggerel
Easy peasy, Burimesie.
