Who liked chanting with crystals pourous.

He was a witches’ familiar 

And liked his adventure.

But Boris he was not for us.

Who painted her ass like a dahlia.

The shape it was fine,

And the color divine,

But the aroma--well, that was a fahlia.

Who made movies that were dark and uncertain,

Some say his movies are scary,

But I find some quite weird –

At least they’re not hallucinations.

 Some assume it must be a growl.

It is just an underbite

 That gives stray cats a fright,

 When Chewy is out on the prowl.

Who had a magnificent 🤬. 

Not rounded and pink,

As you probably think,

Because he was grey, had long ears, and ate grass.

Whose verses he couldn’t make scan.

When it came to the rhyme,

The time was all wrong,

And the last lines just kept going on and on and on because he couldn’t figure out how to fit them into a plan. 

There was a young lady named Bright

who traveled much faster than light.

She set out one day

in a relative way,

and came back the previous night

They tell me I must wait far too long

And they say she can’t feel

With a heart made of steel,

But they can’t say that steel isn’t strong.

And the skies are without light, 

Looking up for the moon,

You hear the banshee croon,

That’s when you should take your flight!

Relentless, insatiable deadlines! 
This manuscript's still full of red lines. 
First I'll sweat through the edits 
and check all the credits 
then chill with my favorite red wine 

(Monica Sharman)

I keep my high hopes on the ground. 

Despite what we're taught, 

More often than not, 

What goes around just goes around. 

Who had a lot of growing up to do,

He’d ring a doorbell,

then run like hell,

Until the owner shot him with a .22.

- Anonymous

Who one night got sick in the hallway

His landlady’s daughter

Came in with some water

Which comforted him in a small way.

Who swallowed a packet of seeds.

It soon came to pass,

He was covered with grass,

But has all the tomatoes he needs.

I was always playing truant from school.

My mum used to say,

"You'll regret it one day

When you grow up to become a fool."

Now I'm old; the damage is done.

How I wish I'd listened to Mum.

If I could turn back time,

I'd study hard and toe the line

Instead of acting foolish and dumb. 

Now let that be a lesson to one and all

That life is more than just having a ball.

It was great having fun

When I was young,

But I wish I'd spent more time in the school hall.

To start giving this house a spring clean.

I will do it I say,

Yes, I'll do it today,

Well, I'll do it tomorrow, I mean. 

A rhyme to inspire elation

with words wrapped together

In unequal measure

to grant thee in mind, a vacation

This manuscript's still full of red lines.

First I'll sweat through the edits

and check all the credits

then chill with my favorite red wine

Who walked the streets as though in limbo

'The Fisherman' nick-named, 

His life down the drain

And now hell flames claim his poor soul

The sun a giant fire ball.

How can that be?

For what I see,

Is something up high so small.

I see it at the break of dawn,

When it announces the day is on.

Its brilliant gold,

A joy to behold,

And being outside is so much fun.

John might be right, for I must say,

The sun is not so cool at midday.

Its shining light

Is just so bright,

I have to pull my eyes away.

Evening comes and it's so strange

How the sun still appears to change.

No longer small,

A bigger ball.

Its tone, now a lovely bright orange!

This curious ball hanging up high,

For me, raises many questions why.

But when it shines,

Then life is fine.

Thank God the sun is in the sky.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-ball-up-high

Into space that is quite economical.

But the good ones I’ve seen

So seldom are clean

And the clean ones so seldom are comical.

Is supposedly better for you.

Than a goulash of rat,

Or Hungarian cat,

But I guess that’s something you knew.

have you seen the mermaid beauty

who swims down in the deep blue sea

never any troubles

in her world of bubbles

quite happy fancy and so free

     The state of our planet is sorely diseased

               Food chains are breaking

               And people keep taking

     While Gaia the life-source is violently squeezed

And had a most terrible fall. 

He went back to bed, 

With a bump on his head, 

That's why you don't jump off a wall.