I Never Spied a Leprechaun | G. David Schwartz
I never spied a Leprechaun
I never spud a bud
I never drained a darn pipe
Never, not a one.
I never spied a Leprechaun
I never spud a bud
I never drained a darn pipe
Never, not a one.
a tattoo, I would say, is definitely not for you
especially those with permanent/fading blue
and with terrible graphics and artistry too
ditto for surgery to enhance your looks
after leafing through before/after books
photoshopped/enhanced by medical crooks
you’re not destined to look/act very smart
no advantage for a horse before a cart
vanity/deceit do not come from the heart
no great shakes for trying/buying new threads
just do something smart/authentic instead
turn off your internet and stay in bed
The poetry was potluck.
I brought something to chew on.
People were dozing off and
falling off chairs.
We took our leftovers home,
to gnaw on another day.
one expert identified the sneaker treads
another testified about the blood spatter
a producer of “forensic frenzy” took notes
it was a perfectly purulent television matter
a hostile witness reluctantly took the stand
exhibits a to z and everything else in between
the jury was either excused or sequestered
objections and overrules peppered the scene
the judge was in no mood for shenanigans
the press was excluded, not knowing why
it was a once in a century rare type of case
a call for justice for brazenly swatting a fly
Dying is likely the end of our script
We find out first hand Was That It?
No credible idea has ever been found
No reports from the no-longer-around
Many guesses about upcoming events
Thermodynamics, recycled elements
And unvetted myths about the Paths To Glory
We’re dying to know Is there more to the story?
Stay tuned and find out
while you were napping
other stuff was happening
your dog rover took your trike
went for a spin on the turnpike
when you were upstairs and resting
you missed more that was interesting
your new teacher visited your mother
talked about this, that and the other
a rocket ship landed on the lawn
but you were tired, started to yawn
so many more important things go on
the very serious and the putting-you-on
just stay alert as long as you’re able
don’t fall asleep at the breakfast table
I deconstructed a sentence
broke it down to the letters
fileting the words with a knife,
somehow I ended up
with chopped suey.
Drank a pint of Smithwicks around 7pm
Split a plate of nachos with a friend
Drank 2 fingers of Wild Turkey 101 at 9:30pm
Ate Chicken and pasta around 10pm
Small arugula salad too
Hard some coconut sorbet at 10:30
Fell asleep watching political rhetoric at 11pm
Went to official bed
Dreamed about Mister Ed
The talking horse TV show
Told my wife about it at 3am
She was partially asleep
Had never heard of Mister Ed
She’s a UK product
Told me I was crazy
Tossed and turned after that
Took melatonin at 4am
Finally fell asleep at 6am
Up at 8
The moral of the story ?
Duh
Beats me
The pumpkins are a family
just as it sounds
a fun family of pumpkins
a four piece family
Mom Pumpkin
Dad Pumpkin
and their children
Jolly Pumpkin
Grinn Pumpkin
identical twins
They all liked
to wear a fancy hat
but their heads
were too round
to keep a hat on
Green stems and roots
served as shoes and boots
steadily on the ground
the pumpkins got around
There was a lot to be seen
in Pumpkin Town
circus of flowers
a merry go round
They took turns
carving each other’s faces
Mrs.Pumpkin carved
Mr. Pumpkins face
into a worried frown
Mr. Pumpkin didn’t like this
He screamed the place down
Jolly came to the rescue
made it into a smile
Mr Pumpkin’s mouth
stretching for a mile
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The sky is dark purple
And I can’t see a single star
The only things twinkling
Are faraway orange streetlights
On the horizon
It still looks pretty good though
Even if they are man made
And not the type of things
That people usually get
Romantic about
A twinkling light is a twinkling light
At the end of the day
Living in a run down environment
You have to take your romance
Wherever you can get it