Bubbly verbose bee had so much to say.
Ideas spilled out every which way
He was a motormouth back in the day
Fifty years later, he still has his say
Worker bee ant was sent to bake cakes in a kitchen.
I was assigned to poison ivy, so now I’m itch’n.
I wanted to switch, so I asked if she could.
No, I hate to bake, but compared to you, I am good.
I blamed my cousin who shares everything I say
A motormouth, he is a ding-a-ling most every day.
I lied and said the ivy was not so bad and asked to stay.
Worker bee ant knew better, so she laughed me away.
Routine raindrops gleaned from our dining den
watered well the roots of cordial conversation -
table talks in our Kansas kitchen.
Stems sprouted with buds of daily dialogue
family folklore… nightly news.
Mom firmly forbade motormouth magpies;
we country kids flowered with vocal verve.
May 2, 2023
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name Alliterisen
My co-workers in the hallway are laughing
I rush out to listen; but I must have missed the punchline
They are trying hard to like each other, I can see that.
Motormouth is talking, so I slink back into my room.
Glad she doesn’t include me; for she never listens to anyone
I think this is the most unflattering trait a person can have.
This bird has pizazz, perkiness, and he is popular.
I rolled my eyes inside my head, for she owes me money.
Seriously, she said, I felt you rolling your eyes, but he is magnificent.
What is his talent? I demanded. Singing? Dancing? Telling jokes?
Not sure he has one, but all the women love him! She assured me.
I met him on a Tuesday. He was jazzy, and wonderful.
I liked him instantly. Brought him home, and kicked my boyfriend out.
What did I ever do? Motormouth boyfriend screamed from outside.
I put on music and began to dance, determined to keep the bird forever.
I have not heard you sound this happy for a long time, my mother said.
What is different?
I have a new bird, I told her. He is porcelain, and he does not talk.
Wishing I had earplugs,
so I wouldn't have to hear you.
Shut up,quite,silence,
you have no idea what it means.
Words keep flooding out of your big mouth.
Talking about nothing I want to hear about.
Sady I have no duck tape.
I would have used it long time ago.
About to snap,and cause drama.
Only to hear about it later.
Here comes our plate of food.
Oh silence..only if I thought of it earilier!
What's up with all this hatred in the world?
Off the top of my head I can name at least three people that could always see the "big
picture."
Dr.King used his knowledge and his speaking abilities to persuade people to become one.
Rosa Parks endured hardship just 'cause she sat in the front of the bus.
Malcolm X preached with authority and truancy.
Oops, I guess I can name four 'cause Michael loved the trees.
I'm not talking about the basketball star but the one who I always pray to before I dance.
I feel like I owe something to them but I always screw up.
I can make anything happen in my head but when it comes to words, It's better to let
Motormouth say the words in a two second story.
Why is it that no one kid WANTS to remember these names?
They were key players in this world in trying to make the world a better place.
"Yes we can" is what Obama said but are our hearts content?
We still do the idiotic things we did before but at least we don't have Bush to encourage
our rage.