Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, February 16, 2009

Hey, Jolly Ho! (It's A Jolly Good Time!)


Hey, Jolly Ho! (It's A Jolly Good Time!)

I'm a pearl-loving pirate
With an eye-patch. I am dread-
ful. I am hiding in a cave
(Which is back behind the bed),
And I'm trying to catch
A Polly-want-a parrot
With a cracker and a carrot.
It's a jolly good time!
Hey, Jolly ho
Jolly ho-ho
Jolly-o
Hey, Jolly ho
It's a jolly good time!

I'm a brave sea captain
With a frou-frou kind of cap.
My ship is in a storm
That I'm making in my bath.
I'm pretending that I'm lost
Without a proper compass,
So I splash and make a rumpus.
It's a jolly good time!
Hey, Jolly ho
Jolly ho-ho
Jolly-o
Hey, Jolly ho
It's a jolly good time!

I'm a crack-shot cowboy,
And my daddy is the horse.
My cousin's Pocahontas
(She's a natural, of course).
Pocahontas gets bored,
So we settle down to camping--
Then the horse starts stamping!
It's a jolly good time!
Hey, Jolly ho
Jolly ho-ho
Jolly-o
Hey, Jolly ho
It's a jolly good time!

I'm a famous astronauter
In a shiny silver suit
Of aluminum foil
From the kitchen drawer. I shoot
With an eggbeater ray-gun
At a cockroach on the ceiling.
Outer space is so appealing!
It's a jolly good time!
Hey, Jolly ho
Jolly ho-ho
Jolly-o
Hey, Jolly ho
It's a jolly good time!

I am Santa Claus the Second
Reigning over Elfindom.
My coach-and-four is ready
Should an elfin princess come.
We could take some toys
To the children in Zimbabwe
With our jingle-bells-on-bob-sleigh.
It's a jolly good time!
Hey, Jolly ho
Jolly ho-ho
Jolly-o
Hey, Jolly ho
It's a jolly good time!

Karen Gladys Henry © 2006
Photo and Photopainting by Karen Gladys Henry © 2007/ © 2009

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Unintelligentsia


The ichthyosaurus ich [sic]
thumb times
mysteriously myth represented (hic)
by well, intent-shunned
people.
The theory of thumb ich [sic]
that thumbthing over-et it.

The thick thesaurus ich [sic]
thumb times
most seriously myth used (hic)
by those attempting to be
pedantic.
The rule of thumb ich [sic]
to never over-edit.

The pterodactyl ich [sic]
thumb times
quite terribly myth placed (hic)
in the Pleistocene
epoch.
What thumb think scientific ich [sic]
practically psychotic.

The poet dactylic ich [sic]
thumb times
deplorably myth construed (hic)
in this plasticine
era.
But what thumb think artistic ich [sic]
truly (sigh) cot tic.


by Karen Gladys Henry, circa 2006

Sunday, October 19, 2008

The Tumultuous Tale of Sir Entsire Dune




There once was a peace-loving Ent,
(Entsire Dune was the name of the gent),
Whose voice soporific
Was considered terrific
By all the Entmaidens of Ghent.
This Entsire, of pastoral bent,
A serene and poetical gent,
Had married a duchess
Of wealth, though on crutches,
The Lady Sodmilla de Ghent.

With all of her pomp, Mrs. Ent
Often stomped, causing need to repent.
She possessed such a temper,
And hankerings semper,
That she drove Entsire hasty, poor gent.

Now, Sodmilla, the nagster of Ghent,
Hounded Entsire so much that he went
For a drive in his Bentley
To escape her so gently--
This poor harried husband of Ghent.

Relieved, Entsire speedily went
Towards the countryside, green and content.
But driving in traffic
(His language so graphic!)
Drove him wild--quite a shocking event.

From behind came the sirens' lament;
Blue lights, too, for the sheriffs were sent.
His roots hit the pedal
Before he could settle
His wits. Out of shape he was bent!

Thus, on went the chase for an Ent
In a Bentley--no ding nor a dent
Til then ever marred it--
He drove it so hard it
Spun out with a shudder and went:

Right over a cliff! Sailed the Ent--
This once patient husband of Ghent.
Had he not worn his seat belt,
And his prayer not been heartfelt,
The landing would have ended said Ent.

Since that episode, never's an Ent
Been more placid--a penitent gent.
Sodmilla's the same,
A cantankerous dame,
But the Entwife controls not the Ent.

So. . .may that be a Bentley well spent!
Entsire's will was a document* bent
On giving fresh glory
To Entlore's lost story.
"Don't be hasty", said Entsire.
The Ent.

*Sir Entsire Dune's "Last Will and TestamEnt"

copyright 2007 by Karen Gladys Henry