Category Archives: Sunday silliness
“Oh, Cindy Lou”
Oh, Cindy Lou
The Grinch met his end. /
Cindy Lou Who, was it you?/
Heartless mystery.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #thursday #august #2020 #drseuss #cindylouwho #grinch #davidebooker #photooftheday #mystery #oldnorthknoxville #knoxville #tennessee #whoville #murder #080620
Sunday silliness: “Wipe”
“Crap, you’re old,” said the person who gave a shit.
I, though, felt no reason to dump on the birthday boy. I wiped my hands of the situation.
Filed under 2022, Sunday silliness
Sunday silliness: “Chocolate cake”
Today is National Chocolate Cake Day and National Inane Answering Message Day or NIAD (Nigh-Add) for short.
So, go have a piece or two or chocolate cake and record this on your answering machine:
“I had cake. It was great.
Leave a message and I may relate.
Vanilla’s fine. Strawberry, too.
But chocolate’s the only one that’ll do.
Chocolate cake and chocolate frosting.
Chocolate from beginning to topping.
Leave a message after the beep,
unless you’re a salesman or some beep-beep creep.”
Filed under 2022, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Sunday silliness
Sunday silliness: “Fainting tree”
Fainting tree
Oh, those fainting Christmas trees.
They are a sight to see,
Can’t be left alone, can’t be.
You went to spread some cheer,
So let me be clear,
It wasn’t me here,
It was the cat.
Like the serpent in the tree,
She tempted me
And now you see
Where we’re at.
She challenged me,
Said I couldn’t be free,
That there would be
No Christmas present for me
Unless I ran around the tree
And that’s when it went ker-splat.
It fainted dead away.
I don’t know what to say.
It fainted that way.
The power cord’s now frayed.
Yes, it happened today.
I blame the cat.
Yes, sparks flew,
There was a spark or two,
Arcing a translucent blue,
Singed the cat through and through.
No, I don’t know where she’s at.
So, those fainting Christmas trees,
Looks like they just can’t be
Left unattended, you see.
I think we can right the tree,
Set it up to be
Fully faint free
With no cat calamity
Without the cat.
Filed under 2021, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Sunday silliness
Sunday silliness: “Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude”
Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude
Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude
Spent the evening in camarad.
Eating birdseed,
Fists full of greed,
Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude.
Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude,
In raccoon fur they trod.
Into the night
They ate with delight,
Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude.
Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude.
Three raccoons in a pod.
Three peas after food,
Including suet crude.
Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude.
Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude
Were too inland to find scrod.
Eventually they left.
When a boom with some heft
Shooed on Winkin, Blinkin, and Claude.
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#poem #poetry #humor #night #raccoon #birdseed #food #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #november #110721 #103021
Sunday silliness: “Hunter’s stew”
Hunters stew
Deep in the forest, /
made with choice ingredients, /
Autumn Hunters Stew.
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#haiku #poem #poetry #photo #pun #humor #hunter #stew #forest #ingredients #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #halloween #october #sunday #2015 #2021 #101021
Filed under 2015, 2021, haiku, parody, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker, Sunday silliness
Sunday writing prompt: “Happy Holidays”
Filed under 2018, Sunday silliness
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