Harpsichord: A Poetry Blog: Silly

~Take Me Into God's Family~

(To the tune "Take Me Out to the Ball Game")

Take me into God's family,

Trusting Jesus, God's Son!

Buy me a Bible and baptize me.

Bring me to church, and my face you'll all see.

For I want, want, want to do right, and

Together we'll honor our King!

For in 1, 2, 3 days He came

Back to life again!

~ Three Little Sisters ~

Three little sisters – one, two, three –
Margie, then Misty, and the last one's me.
We hear Mommy, calling us in:
"Margie! Misty! Marilyn!"

In we go to eat our lunch.
My! We are a cute little bunch.

Eating her sandwich, Margie yells, "Hey!
"Guys, Mom's birthday is today!"
"Oh, my goodness," Misty says,

"Let's get a gift! Oh, please, say yes."
"What shall we do?" I cry then. "What?
"We'll buy something – that's clear. But . . ."

"But what?" asks Margie. "There's nothing wrong."
"Yes, there is. Our money's gone.
"We spent it last week – don't you remember?
"And we can't get more till this September."
"Oh, no!" cries Misty. "This is June.
"We'll have to think of something soon!"

"I guess we'll just apologize,"
I say, with very teary eyes.
"We'll just hug and kiss her nice,
"And wish her happy birthday twice."
That's what we do – all three of us.
Guess what she does? She doesn't fuss.

She doesn't scold. She doesn't cry.
She doesn't say, "What did you buy?"
She gives us more than twenty kisses,
And tells us we are pretty misses,
And that she loves us very much,

And gives us cookies, cake, and such.

Now, don't you think my story's nice?
Wouldn't you like to hear it twice?

~How Do You Solve a Problem Like Darren~

(To the tune "How Do You Solve a Problem Like Maria")

He sits with me, eats grits with me,
And then he holds my hand.
He makes me feel the grits
That I’ve been eating taste like sand.
But then he turns around

And winks at any other girl.

Now isn't that predicament just dandy?

I look for him in chapel.
I pursue at every meal.
I’d tear my heart out for him;
He could crush it ’neath his heel.
I’d like to try and tell him
That I sort of, kind of feel
That after him nobody else could please me!

How do you solve a problem like Darren?
How do you grab his shirt and pin him down?
How do you find a word describing Darren?
A player, a flirt, a king (of hearts).

Many a thing you’d love to hear him tell you
Many a thing you try to understand.
But how do you catch his eye?
Without him you know you’ll cry!
How can one guy be so much in demand?
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Darren?
How do you let him know you think he’s grand?

When I’m with him, I feel stressed.

He’s my focus; I’m obsessed.

He can send me into dithers of delight.

With an ego that’s so huge,

He’s a guy I’d hate to lose.

He’s a cute one, he’s a hot one,

Hold him tight!

He'll politely tell you lies.

You'll get lost in his dark eyes.

He’s a heart-throb! He’s addictive!
He’s a man!

How do you solve a problem like Darren?

How do you grab his shirt and pin him down?

How do you find a word describing Darren?

A player, a flirt, a king (of hearts).

Many a thing you’d love to hear him tell you

Many a thing you try to understand.

But how do you catch his eye?

Without him you know you’ll cry!

How can one guy be so much in demand?

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Darren?

How do you let him know you think he’s grand?

**If you'd like to read the story behind this poem, go to:

Two Straws or One.**

~A Poet's Coloring Book~

I wonder whether

A poem has ever

Been written rhyming

The color yellow

With fruity, jiggly,

Happy stuff -

The stuff the kids call Jell-O?

Or whether a poet

Decided to rhyme

Bright cherry red

With something as humdrum,

necessary, ordinary

As a humble loaf of bread?

Rhymes abound

For the color green -

Just watch!

"Queen Angeline

Is keen to be seen,

though behind a screen,

So that a bright sheen

Of sparkly green

Appears so clean" -

Yo, that's what I mean!

And now for a story:

I once knew a kindergartner

Who proclaimed she was

Smart, and upon being

Told (by myself, her tutor)

That never had rhyme

Been found for purple,

She calmly replied,

In a breath, "The word gerbil."

Now, sunsets are blue, white,

Pink, purple, and orange,

But when placing sunsets

In poetry contests,

Be certain to place

At the end of each line

Blue, white, or pink -

Never purple or orange.

For pink rhymes with blink,

And blue rhymes with you,

And white rhymes with light -

Very usefully, too!

But to repeat at

Another line's end

The word orange would make

This poet over-backwards-bend.

And although pretty purple

After all, rhymes with gerbil,

For what ghastly reason

Could a gerbil intrude

On a poem on sunsets?

Capiche? That's just nonsense.

~M&M~

The Twins and I were friends now.

All watching did see so.

I bragged to all and sundry,
"Y'all know how this will go!"

But Twin One said, "No, thank you,"

And Twin Two said, "I love you,"

I gasped and held my breath,

Expecting, "Part us never, ever,

Ever till the death!"

However . . .

The next words quickly followed,

Right upon their heels:

As a friend and sister."

Humph. Wedding bells near pealed.

Back to One, the other,

I dated straightway back,

Checked up upon our friendship,

Discovered it'd gone flat.

'Tis the sad, sad ending,

Abrupt as endings are.

Howe'er, as my favorite ending

Reads, "My dear, don't give a darn."

~In Rehearsal Hall~
For the Pikkoro Operetta Club
From Sharon-chan

I felt hot and sweaty,
Ruddy, and wet,
Not a bit pretty -
I was fed up, you bet!

My tongue was so
Tired of singing, "La, la!"
My mouth felt sorry
For laughing, "Ha, ha!"

The teacher was shouting,
"Come on! Don't give up!
"Now, none of you pouting!
Sing cheerily! Chin up!"

Who knew when we'd finish
This dancing around?
The air became filled with
Melodious sounds

Of girls in their stocking feet -
Whirl, twirl, and stop!
Each voice sang a repeat.
Come smiling, and hop!

"It's over. We made it!"
Collapsing, all ten.
But our teacher cried,
"Ready? Let's do it again!"

© 2000 Rose Enterline Williams

AUTUMN JABBERWOCK

'Twas autumn, and the scolding squirrels
Did scurry and scamper in the leaves.
All bundled were the chilly girls,
And the marigolds did freeze.

Beware the garden rake, my son -

The jaws that bite, the claws that rip.

Beware the jack o' lantern bag

And peril of slick leaf slip!

Long time the oak and maple sought

The chestnut's prickly hide,

Yet tumbling in the pile a bit,

'Twould be worse should he collide.

'Twas autumn, and the flowerpots

Were empty, soil-filled relics of

The bygone summer days and of

The sun those flowers loved.

Beware the changeling fairy-mortal

Buried 'neath the willow - for just

A chance poke at that gnarled fellow

Could awake the changeling's trust!

Waken to frost and wet, slithy leaves,

And frozen puddles to traverse,

Lest, changeling child, our mortal world

Should change thee for the worse.

Welcome and respite we'd surely offer,

Had the sky had sunnier eyes . . . .

Our laughter - 'twould spill over, yet

In mid-November, we apologize.

Only pumpkins and hay

And scarecrows succeed

With the fairy touch gilding

The frost-tainted leaves.

Go back to thy distant fairy world -

Sail a furlong, and then . . . return again,

When spring rises anew, and all

Joyfully shout out, "Amen!"

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