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Grumblings

Grumble, Grumlbe, Grumble...

Grumblings are always grumbling,
about this and that.
Go ask a Grumbling to take out the garbage,
he'll retort, 
"What, and waste my time?
I ain't doin' no rubbish like trash!"
Or tell him to trim the hedge, 
and he'll growl very low,
"Leave me alone, Jack, I'm bushed 
and am staying planted right here 
so long as I can't figure out
what whack smack you are barking about."
Try to get a Grumbling to feed the fish,
he'll reply composed and reposed,
"I just can't do it, Trish, 
for I fear the only fish I'm hooked on
come off punch-lines and onto my dinner dish."
Though, the true problem comes
when the Grumblings are more than one.
Whereas 'a' Grumbling can be humbled into mumbles
with 'a' strategically placed TV 
(which he'll watch indefinitely),
if a number of Grumblings start 
stumbling though doors, jumbling out windows 
and falling in a bumble of tumbles 
down the crumbling chimneys narrow,
that grumbling will roar into a rumbling crescendo
that even the mayor can't fix,
because by then he'll be grumbling, too,
with little, if any, clue of how to save
a neighborhood that has gone to 
the Grumbling zoo.

Lord Pervertimore

This poem was inspired by Hordak’s MD flavored poem.

Welcome to Pervertimore,
knock on my door naughty minx
and I'll beckon ye' in
to spank your fanny,
feed you Calvert's special crab cakes
and the papaya nectar
of our love lingering on the thorny worm wood -
Ca-ca-ca!  I cry at your caboose,
nooked and sploondid,
from my depraved raven roost
where I sleep nevermore
one eyed in leery lust.

Saucey are the Crab Cakes

I’ll Be There with Bells On

I told my love
I'd be there with bells on,
I rang my love I did,
I asked my love to please just hold on,
swinging limbs under oaken trees,
she'd know when I was comin'
by the brassen' echo
through the night and out the holler
to her ears dear to me
and my love said she'd wait, 
for she loved me deeply,
though I was never too sure
just what her parents 
thought of me.

I'll Be There with Bells On

Fast & Loose Roleplaying, etc.

I’ve been working on one of my roleplaying projects again and I think the groundwork, the basic system, is finally pretty much under control.

For a long time the working title of this game has been FaLoR (Fast & Loose Roleplaying). That’s one of the things I’d like to change at some point in the future. At the time I came up with it I thought it was short and had visual balance. But the more I read it the more it sounds like a cross between Valor and Fallacy, plus it’s got this weird EvErY OtHeR LeTtEr CaPs thing going on that is bugging me a bit.

Continue reading Fast & Loose Roleplaying, etc.

Scarehat

Scarehat

Crowspun,
has gone 
to fix 
the wheeler,
so he's taken a
spin right over 
to the dealer's
for an inspection
leaving
Scarehat alone
in the swamp
drinking bog-water again
doing the stomp
trying to remember
why he wears a hat
January through December.












Let Me Down Sweetly Empty Calorie

When the door burst open,
I didn't even notice it had knocked my teeth,
probably because of the great big fat rush I was in 
to get inside sugar mountain,
and ask the empty calorie:
Why people complained, 
pained at one another,
why I winced back,
was it my mouth?
the advice?
or the ice?
I'd just eaten
s  v  c
 o  e  o
   s  r  l
     o  y  d
freezing the water
on my brain
sitting on
		  E
		   D
	        G
      	     E
			 waiting to GET an
			              o
			              f
			              fL
			              f
			              r
shocking the prospect that the mulled future
was only a jaded bitter old sucker---
When the empty calorie swished
in a swoosh of saccharine pink spit
spat so matter of fact,
"Well I'm outide,
and as you can see,
I'm riddled within by caverns of salt
I've never seen,
but I suppose
if they're mine,
they're yours too,
and somedays your low,
and somedays your sweet,
so just take your pick
when you swing
open the door."

Love, Athena

Apollo's amused
Lounges in the dawn
Clever with his lyre of goat horns and turtle
Shines his light down upon, upon the city.
Smile.

Hoplite helm, Aegis, spear and chiton
Zeus's nerdy daughter smiles over at you, down upon you
Shy and confident, joy in her eyes and smile.
She's in love
With you, mortal.
Smiling at you.

The sun is bright
The city spreads out ahead
Clever things for you to think and invent
The day is good.
Can't help smiling.

Athena loves you.

Mr. & Mrs. Amoeba

Mr. & Mrs.

Mr. 
& 
Mrs.
Amoeba
quite the pair,
off to the
neighbors,
theatre,
Grand Canyon,
and everywhere.

Over the roads,
Through all 
the burbs 
Wayup 
  &
Wiseside
Knifejacking
      the 
         curbs.

"Oooo!" Mrs. says,
"Those neighbors, a fine pair!"
"Those players," Mr. goes,
"Made you feel right there!"
"And the canyon so deep!"
They cried tossing pebbles
                     down 
                     in,
Till a serious young man chided,
"You one-celled fools, does it all lead anywhere?"
To which they both laughed and replied,
"Perhaps, but honestly who cares!"