This week's Delores words are way too much fun!
crow, evening, rapid, mist,
emerge, blazing
Follow me . . .
Follow me . . .
Its blazing eyes can’t be dismissed,
I wonder as I have before,
What did he get his bad rap
for?
Did he miss eating all his
greens?
And then quit cawlege in his
teens?
Drink too much cawfee in his
life?
Forget to cawl his loving
wife?
Perhaps his drinking went too
far,
Spent too much time at his
crow bar.
No visits from ol’ Santa Caws,
For frequent and diverse faux
pas?
Did his cawstume-wearing e’er
portend
An inclination to offend?
And did his friends all
scream ‘foul play!’
When they met to play crowquet?
The cawking did our bird eschew,
When fixing plumbing old and
new?
And did he horrify his Folks
With cawnstant telling of bad
Jokes?
When meeting his albino friend,
Call him cawcasian to the end?
And did he stomp the crowcus flat?
When angry, crowcuss like a brat?
For such a shiny, pretty bird,
His reputation seems absurd!
So, for the record, I dispute
The rapid loss of his repute!
‘Tis
evening of a crisp fall day,
And shrouded figures come our
way,
Please be kind-hearted, don’t
demean
Our slandered crows this Halloween.
This is a great poem....I repeat myself I know, but really....you need to publish these.
ReplyDeleteWorking on it! Thank you, Delores! Your support means everything!
DeleteOK seriously, this needs to be in a book! This is one of the funniest but also bestest pieces I have read in a long time. I am not a fan of sappy wordy poetry. This is the best!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Jen! You've totally made my day!
DeleteI absolutely love this! It doesn't hurt that I agree with your sentiment that crows are maligned ... but your wordplay is SO magnificent!!
ReplyDeleteI do it for you, Jenny! :)
DeleteI dislike crows Immensely!
ReplyDeleteWhen you have a group of them in the back yard its awful.They are so loud.
They are first off, a spirit bird , Our Aboriginals don't allow them to be hurt and then they walk all over the garden eating the produce and not to mention the other thing they do. They steal everything shiny and you don't dare leave a baby outside alone with them. But if you can catch one that can be caged, they can be taught to talk. I don't know why you'd want to though because they keep the cage so dirty. Once in a while you see one fluffed up walking by you and your heart melts and you smile. But one is more than enough.lol
So with you on this on, LL! Lived on a ranch. Know the trouble they can get into. But that would be more of a Poe poem! :)
DeleteMasterful, Diane! Yes, you need to publish these. I think that this is one of your best, if not the very best one you have ever done!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Chris
Why thank you Chris! What a wonderful thing to say! :)
DeleteOh, so clever. Poor crow indeed.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Susan! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteSo clever! I like it a lot. I like crows too and ravens.
ReplyDeleteThank you, River! I like ravens. Crows and me have a history . . .
DeleteSomething to ponder upon!!
ReplyDeleteOr to Cawnsiously Cawnsider.
DeleteThis is great! :-D
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Sarah!
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