"Smart Pills ~

Tyrone started pestering Roosevelt
With a steady flow of "wats
In dat hand,
What's in dat hand"?

Finally Roosevelt gave in and exclaimed
'Ssmart pills, dats what.'

Under repeated badgering Roosevelt
Gave in and offered Tyrone
A couple of the small brown pellets.

Tyrone carefully chewed
For a couple of minuets.

'Dees pills tastes like rabbit sh.t.'
Exclaimed Tyrone.

'Now you gitting smart,'
Replied Roosevelt."
~ Hank

"Sometimes a bitter sweet
Chocolate's all you got to eat,
No Whitman Sampler to map your way ~
Bite down, you do,
A fool, you later learn yourself
To be.

No fault of your own,
For the giver poisoned, no giver
But a spoiler, lied to you.

For experience teaches
Any way or the other, reaches
Heaven or Hell.

Hank ~ Get Thee Back
To The Film Set, for The Brown Dan lurks
And leers ~

Steer clear if Leonardo's
Whereabouts you know, for a Divine
Secret to keep ~

Leonardo
Frolics with sheep
And The Hounds Of Baskerville.

Or so
Mum says ..."
~ Folly

"Somewhere near, almost anywhere,
Near you,
Near me,
Someone's alone,

Home alone crying on Christmas Eve,
Holding less, hoping more,
Hobbling along more hopelessly

Each day than the day
Before

Whether on The Island of Manhattan,
The Disenchanted Forest, or anywhere
Else

Than either you or I."
~ Twittering

"Bits of typographic
Poetry for spammers to include in their massed greetings."
~ Raving

"Or magnify
Joy

If taught
Methodology

A way to will
A living smile, or bite to eat,

Or warm bed,
Home to rest,

Another's shoulder
To rest one's head upon

If impoverished, forlorn,
Mourning Christmas Eve

Or year round."
~ Twittering

"Origami Infamy ~
O Bridge of Sighs ...

Sparkle eyes, unfold splendors henceforth
Before note's arrival,

Sound's decay
To say, to stay, O, not to betray

Today
Or narrow margin of morrow.

If history forgotten
Quill knots

Blood red spattered ink.
May thought link

Your Golden Chain
Of being,

Your rungs to climb,
Your changes to be sung,
Your words to rhyme,

May deed
Dare answer need.

Love. Swaddle. Feed.
For today, a Babe is borne ~

A Flying Pig ~ !"
~ Folly

~ * ~
Blog, I'll warrant ye, or dog? Who knows. Pass the grog!
But if ye see me lost pup, please bring that scurvy dog home!
I got Leon a brand-new bone, with a chest full a' booty.
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