There are some poisoning substances when mixed into drink
or food cause weakness,confusion,paralysis and even death.
They are odorless,colorless and tasteless like water..
Sometimes symptoms resemble of food Poisoning..
Lana Sue,Joshua Lee,Alexis Jennings,Samantha Unger,
Arrieana Yednock,Shayne Carpenter,Tina Glasco,
Aunty Shabo and the list goes on.....
Crowd of witnesses, knows the trick of this grasshopper
Hunger always alters the forced smile of a pauper
Amidst supposed friends, but cannot hide the hot temper
Reading for a physics exam from a newspaper
Acting, which makes the actor’s immediate worth cheaper
Doing so badly but shows no need for a helper
Effort so weak for intent, becomes the backstabber
H unger grips my small - empty gut,
O pen to tiny - little - nut.
L ittle or not - I want my fill,
L ong or short - just make it real.
O pting cooked - will take it raw,
W anting to stop this nagging gnaw.
Copyright © 2018 By Caryl S. Muzzey
MY ENCOUNTER WITH AN ANT.....
I am a real little old lady,
I walked along a street so shady,
Had an encounter with a tiny ant,
To him I appeared such a giant,
He trod among the leaves so pliant,
He waved his legs at me, so defiant,
"Well met, young ant, and how are you?
What's your name, I'll introduce you?
My name is Freddy Unger, what's it to you?
My initials say it all, sod off, old bag, F U!"
So that was my encounter with a tiny ant,
Why on earth was he so defiant?
I was only a little old lady,
Rambling along the streets so shady.....
Saturday mornings extra early I would rise,
Watch as my hero would sail through the skies.
Eating my corn puffs, with you I’d cheer,
“There’s no need to fear, Underdog is here. “
With Simon Bar Sinister up to his tricks,
Dog of the hour who didn’t chase sticks.
You had me hypnotized with your wonder,
Speed of lightning roar of thunder.
Shoeshine boy so kind and meek,
Waiting for sweet Polly Purebreds shriek.
The boy Jack Unger your true blue friend,
I never wanted Saturday mornings to end.
Not plane nor bird nor even frog,
Just little old me Underdog.
My one true hero, I loved at the time,
I wonder, was it you who taught me to rhyme?
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
10.07.2014
For Debbie Guzzi’s Contest:
Monsters and Marvels
4th
Never missed a show Their antics filled the screen These two totally different characters Made me laugh howl and scream No murder mysteries here Definitely no pornographic behavior Just two middle-aged bachelors Living life with a different flavor Felix Unger and Oscar Madison Two names I`ll never forget The day their show was cancelled Was one of my biggest regrets If you have no problem with reruns Their still on channel 2 Keeping audiences in stitches Between Bonanza and Mr. Magoo
H unger drives small wings to follow-
O n search of nectar to swallow.
N atures own sweet drink to borrow-
E ven if morning dew falls tomorrow.
Y ummy blossoms drench zealous air-
S ifting through briers with flair.
U nderneath the weeping willow-
C olored spouts in sun kissed yellow-
K eeping everything quite mellow.
L eaving frail stems to intertwine-
E agerly small wings stop to dine.
V intage sweet blossom abundance-
I nvites even insects to chance.
N o spring is forever complete-
E ating all so tenderly sweet.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Seventh Place Winner ~ "FLOWERS OF SPRING” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
May 15, 2011