We used to play red rover red rover send NAME right over.
Send Billy, he’s frilly, his skin’s white as vanilly.
Send Jackie, she’s whacky, let’s give her a smacky.
We were ruthless in our run, slamming arms, yet full of fun.
The game was easy to understand, the person who was named had to run.
And try to get the other team’s arms unclasped, that was the fun.
We held on tightly, not letting them in, full of vigor, orneriness and vim.
For letting them in meant letting them win, taking a hostage back with them.
Layla, Lilly and Lollypop lollygagged through life
Making musical merry mischief for Mr. Farmer’s wife
Nestling near nasty Nicholas’ notoriously sharp needy knife
Optimizing oscillating orneriness’, forging a fit of fife
Practically perforating Polly’s pretty pastel pail
Quizzically questioning queenly Quarks quarreling quail
Responding with respect and responsibility, rendering road rail
Seductively seeding a sassy stormy sandy seductive sail
Trying to travel to Tripoli, to tie a terrible tiger’s tail
'twas a lovely summer's UK morn.
A bee rested on a fragrant flower.
Known in his colony to be most ornery.
In floral bushes, that mean bee rested.
Waiting to harm a human, to him it was
to be a fun bloody-fest.
Then, a loving grandfather got the bee in his scope.
Ah, to sting this man, was his great hope.
But alas, he noticed the grandfather's
camera and soft smile.
Grandfather whispered, "what a lovely
honeybee!.
The bee posed for the camera, forgot
his orneriness, so overcome by bee vanity.
July 22, 2020
7/22/2020
Inspiration for poem...Tom Cunningham
Thank you, Tom for always being there!
~Panagiota~
of part one pertaining to my most recent poetic entry (Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged clasp one) unintentionally got submitted twice, and rather than tamper with attempting to delete delicately, (and probably wreak greater havoc then desirable), this generic human male (meaning thy characteristics of body, mind and spirit) lumped within that general category designated as average.
this chap neither exalts in arrogance, haughtiness, orneriness...nor does emasculate, humiliate, lacerate...his being.
tis modesty i strive for despite the (all to quick to judge via initial virtual impression) predicated on my predilection to populate poems (and/or prose) with ponderous pedantic particular pun dit tree.