Silly Verse

A Hyena in Wolf’s Clothing

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Did I ever tell you

about a meeting I went to?

From the moment I walked in

I felt uncomfortable through and through.

 

Because I walked right in

to a big ol’ wolves’ den

but wait – they weren’t wolves

when I looked closer and again.

 

They were actually hyenas

each decked out in wolf’s clothing

and I walked right in

without even knowing.

 

And that first howl

I heard caused chills up my spine

because they were just

about to feed and to dine.

 

Now bear with me here

and try to take heart

while I disclose their secret –

the most chilling part.

 

You see, they don’t eat flesh

but enjoy tearing apart a soul

picking, ripping, and rending

seems to be their goal.

 

As soon as I left

I’m sure I was treated the same

my guess is they fed

and feasted on my good name.

 

So beware, beware

of any hyena in wolf’s clothing.

Ya-owwwww ha, ha, ha,

those beasts are filled with loathing.

 

Ya-owwwww ha, ha, ha,

that peculiar howl you’ll find

will send a tingling chill

straight up your spine.

 

© 2014 ck’s days

Labor Day Project

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I had the best intention

with a spurt of ambition

and just enough motivation

it was a good plan

(a good, good plan)

 

See, I got to thinking

it is time for spring cleaning

since summer is ending

as quick as it can

(quicker than I can)

 

So I spent Labor Day

slaving and toiling away

with no time to play

I took out that mess

(I moved that mess)

 

from the corners to the middle of the room

but morning became noon

and the day left too soon

and now I must confess

(of this I confess)

 

The mess is still there

in the middle without care

and I have to share

with this huge pile

(an unattractive pile)

 

My intention is non

my ambition long gone

my motivation sang its swan song

while the mess sits awhile

(a long, long while)

 

© 2014 ck’s days

Mrs. Pooh Bear

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(for Bubba)

 

She can’t say

if it was love at first sight

but she will say

she fell in love with him alright.

 

She did insist –

with his red shirt down to there

who could resist

that yellow fluff-stuffed bear?

 

“I want to marry him,”

she told daddy her plan.

 

“You can’t marry him,

because he is an old man.

He is an old man,”

that was daddy’s firm stance,

“An old, old man

who doesn’t wear pants!

I can’t allow it.”

 

Daddy’s words made her blue.

But she had to accept it –

she’d never marry Winnie the Pooh.

© 2014 ck’s days

Here! Physically Anyway

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To be honest,

I had a rough night.

A bad headache,

I just didn’t feel right.

 

Now it’s morning,

and I have to go and do.

Trying my best,

just to muddle through.

 

What is focus?

It doesn’t exist for me.

I keep drifting,

from where I oughta be.

 

Don’t ask questions,

I can’t think of such.

Don’t annoy me,

and it won’t take much.

 

Ms. Cranky Pants

will probably show her head.

I wish I could

take a break and nap instead.

 

All I ask is,

help me through the day.

If I were you,

it’s best if you stay out of my way.

© 2014 ck’s days

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The Trouble with Washing Cars

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The color was white

but the winter has been hard

even for the cars.

 

“You need to wash it,”

they said to me more than once

“It is a white car.”

 

At last, I listened

and I paid ten whole dollars

to wash the car clean.

 

The very next day

it rained and snowed and rained more

on my so clean car.

 

That is not the end,

as I drove home on wet roads

scowling the whole ride

 

a dirty mean rock

left a chip in my windshield.

Bleeping-bleep rock chip.

 

Yes, this is a drought

(sigh) so I should be thankful

for all the moisture.

 

And am I grateful?

I have no pleasant comment –

ask me later, k?

© 2014 ck’s days

Olympics 2014

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I could have been an Olympian –

trust me, my efforts would be so bold –

but I’m not fast, fit, or flexible –

and I don’t really like the cold –

if it weren’t for those few details though –

you can be sure, I’d bring home the gold!

© 2013 ck’s days