A CORNY ACORN TALE

 

“Hey there.

(munch)

lookit these piles of acorns about!”

(slurp)

Have yourself quite a feast!”

(burp)

“Why thank you very much,

(smack)

I believe I shall

(chomp)

yes I shall!”

(slurp)

“And you know

(munch)

these here acorns were just sitting there

(smack)

yes they were

(burp)

just sitting there doing nothing worthwhile;

all they did was provide hope for all the

(slurp)

UNDESIRABLES!”

“Oh so terrible it is

(chomp)

so terrible!

But we sure fixed that did we not!”

(smack)

“Oh yes

(slurp)

we most certainly did!

(munch)

but tell me something dear partner in slime:

(chomp)

Whatever shall be done about our now

most painful bellyaches?”

(smack)

“Now that you do mention that tidbit of information,

(slurp)

I must confess I have neglected that mere contingency!

(chomp)

I fear we shall have no choice but to

(gulp)

expectorate our brains and all else out!”

(belch)

“By chance we must,

(burp)

oh yes we must!”

(Unfortunately, we must end this poem prematurely as what follows next is most unsuitable for the audience to witness [though no doubt acorn lovers might consider it a consolation prize…they just might.])

 

(C) 2009 Garrett Murphy

IN THE YEAR 2012, 2012…

Does it not seem peculiar to all who contemplate,

That there’s renewed interest in the prophecy?

There’s even a new movie about such a thing.

And some even suggest that it’s the future.

We all know what they said about 1984 and Y2K.

Yet those and others

Didn’t quite turn out as thought.

Could the same be said about

Two-oh-one-two???

We won’t know for sure till then of course,

But one does take note

That some channel Chick Little,

Wail the sky is falling

Cuz a Black man’s in charge.

(And they do know how to act

like little bitty chickens.)

Hey

The Blacks only had to look in from the out

For 232 years.

A Black gets in for four or more preferably eight

And all of a sudden

They’re looking to that Mayan prophecy.

Count on them to find new and creative means

To divide and conquer.

(and they can’t even get the details straight!)

Aft the year of 2012, 2012

Humankind may find itself non-alive

Should it try to bring ‘bout that prophecy

And elect some gee-oh-pee

(Palin or other)

to be chief executive

of the once-free world.

© 2009 Garrett Murphy.

PITY POOR PREJEAN

She who cries herself a river

over how she is scorned by certain couples,

the expulsion from a pageant

that she believes she was entitled to,

the one tape that she made

that was one of many and many more.

She believes she was robbed

of the right to represent the golden state.

Golden girl for a Golden state.

Who else could have been remotely qualified?

And they hate her,

prime example of Aryan supremacy.

And all because she merely displayed

a desire to enable others to cry themselves a river!

And worse of all

it was inquired by one who should have

simply accepted his right to such.

She was only exercising her right to free speech.

How dare they mimic her on that!

© 2009 Garrett Murphy