The ball was loose and bouncing
Joe dove towards it, just missing
The clock ticking down
Just then, Joe had found
His football skills were lacking
I knew a man with a sailors hat
Fat and chubby, smelled like a rat
kissed him out of stupidity,
now he's down on one knee,
Somebody give me a baseball bat!
I ache from my nose to my knees;
I sniffle and snuffle and wheeze.
A small tot of rum
might settle my tum,
but what should I take for a sneeze?
When I look around..I See that It's abound
Whatever it Is..It wants Peace
Peace of mind..An everlastingly Bind
No racketeering..It isn't Blind
It Sees More than what you see.
Flamingos have extra long skinny legs
Why is that so, the natural question begs
Their bodies are large
To understand is hard
How they can support themselves on these skinny pegs
© Jack Ellison 2015
Eleven years to this day,
Isabelle Dinoire's face did lay.
Her Labrador ate it;
The surgeons replaced it --
But, she died of rejected display.
Senility for sympathy begs,
but for me, being senile has legs,
for when Easter time,
I find it sublime -
I can hide my own Easter eggs.
There was a man who never shed a tear
The time he lived was many a year
So sad he never knew
What the tears would be due
Now at rest he lies and nobody here
Outlook travels farther from being groovy
attracts human sympathy not envy
at it, illness nibbles
getting the more feeble
wall slowly climbed by the deadly Ivy.
Another episode with the hope to marry
for a heart, a client to the apothecary
joy was their musician
with nice dances so Indian
he walks out leaving nothing for her to carry.
Snoopy, hero of Peanuts cartoon fame
Sure knew how to play the sympathy game
He never said Boo
Or even Yahoo
And became every lady reader's flame
What I sometimes realize
How other people sympathize
With me and my each effort
No one would I ever hurt
A hungry child always cries.
After Crime was a cremation
Happening after a situation
When a child was killed
Whose life was not fulfilled
May never find an explanation.
Is it sorrow in canine disguise?
Is it pity empathic and wise?
Or is it not either
Nor sympathy neither
But hunger we see in its eyes?
Sally was full of empathy
People went to her for sympathy
She did not mind
She was kind
She benefited from their company
Empathy and Sympathy
What we must employee is energy and empathy,
So that final result will produce much sympathy;
Eroded away and replace feelings that are empty.
As I walked down the street it hit me
It was silence, invisible, and my poor health was it's key
I tried all to fight it, drop after pill of medicines
The fear it brings is high and menacing
I stay locked away in my apartment until this virus decides to let us be.
If you were a chicken, how would you handle
The fear of being barbecued at somebody's castle
Would you flew the coop
Planning to paratroop
Drop some poop bombs, their party to cancel