The world as we know it will end!
This warning the Mayans did send
But yes there's still time
After reading this rhyme
To honor Black Friday and spend
There's a gal known as Karma; she'll charm ya,
and folks, I don't want to alarm ya,
but do somebody wrong,
and you'll sing a sad song
'cause she'll hunt ya down; then she'll harm ya!
April 29, 2018
There once was a proud Aries like me,
whose impatience kept from being free.
But all my pride inside
never had the chance to hide
the goal of winning confidently!
Coach Belichick must have stumbled
New England gets the Jet’s jumbled
Game signals to read
All exposed—was this deed
An interception play fumbled?
Old Jack is going to turn over new leaf
Gonna be prim and proper to everyone's relief
Been much too naughty
Getting way too raunchy
But trust me, this hiatus will definitely be brief
© Jack Ellison 2015
Dark matter makes scientists sweat
Their telescopes can't find it...yet
What's lost could be found
If they’d just turn around
And gaze at a sexy brunette
Patience is a virtue someone once said
But sometimes I wonder if I'll be patiently dead
There's a limit I'm sure
The anticipation I can endure
I'm a sitting here waiting for what lies just ahead
© Jack Ellison 2015
Once there was a man called Clean"the modern"
His philosophy “Catch the new words, you are modern”
Dressing sense, eating etiquette - nonsense
Healthy thoughts, personal hygiene- nonsense
Bloody this modus operandi is very catchyModern!
I will not be dismissed as a dunce,
lumped together by Gallup or Luntz.
I will get out and vote
without need to emote
and defy every pollster for once.
Inventive minds can be inspired
Great ideas in time may be sired
High fashion and style
Are acquired for a while
But in the brain sex is hard wired
It's hard to accept and seems strange
How quickly things do rearrange
What's not avant-garde
Is now trash to discard
As what was is subject to change
Aquarians think ahead of their times
But are not material for all climes
Rare losers they are
With losses bizarre
They are normally not party to crimes.
8 jul 14
For Leonora's contest
light a candle
let it glow with hope
let its thin film of smoke
disperse the dark clouds
let it drizzle and frizzle out your stress,
let it wash off the stench of sweat
let your pregnant hope
deliver twins and triplets;
multiple tales of success
With "plenty" this culture's endowed
Bad outcomes are never allowed!
But nature's stealthy
And notes for the wealthy
Silver linings come with a cloud
Once there was a wise man called Dr.Dates"the truth",
preaches “love, a great cure for all pain”great truth.
Tender affection from others surely,
removes unpleasant sensations nicely.
Bloody, this fellow preaches filthy philosophy as truth!
Once there was a man called Jenish “for objectivism”
Fascinated by the philosophy of rational individualism
With moral integrity and respect for right for -
others create art, ideas, technologies, more…
Bloody this philosophy of Rand surely motivates the meek!
Once there was a man called Alex, the goose
His philosophy “Daddy daddy oh my Daddy” base?
“Don’t, na na” “Don’t na na”
“Don’t na na” “Don’t na na”
Bloody what a song to erase!
Tis splendor in the grass these coming summer days
America’s youth can have their privileged adolescent ways
Swimming and playing or simply being laid back
They have little worries without any teacher’s flack
Enrich they youngish self before the inevitable groans of early Mondays
Once there was a philosopher called hot, the thief
authored his philosophy titled “bible of the thieves”
"brand a gentleman thief,
all thieves are good"
Bloody this code is really hot!great thief.
The lifestyle I have I would keep
My expenses however are steep
So me you will serve
You're the help I deserve
Without any tip cause I'm cheap
The current presidential campaign seems asinine
For both candidates if elected promise all will be fine
Each runs down the other
Thus pertinent policy never given gesture
As we the people sip their political strychnine
Who adores an ancient lore chore
And loves to see gore and wage war
Yet sore pouring pain?
This stems from an old brain
A story of man’s evil core
Jordan’s pilot caged in a fire
Was filmed and produced global ire
When we use napalm
It’s gift wrapped in a bomb
As our moral plane is much higher
There once was a man called Good Thief,
Soul robbery his expertise, tried no knife,
his disciples even worse,
rob souls of animals, ease!
Believe me, sacred the philosophy of this thief!
Written on 17-08-2013.
For the contest “any New limerick” by “Black Eyed Susan”
Keep in mind the indignities felt
when they skin us alive for a belt.
But here now he drops in
Brothers, let us begin
to let him know just how we all felt.
Inspired by " Hat And Shoes----Found." by A Rambling Poet