There once was a hair dresser in a hard hat
who heard cannon fire, loud bass, and rumblings that
made me ask, “Is the end near?”
She said, “Oh no, but I fear
your hairdo would scare all nine lives from a cat.”
Tag Archives: rhyming poetry
Workshop weekend: limerick: “Hard hat hair dresser”
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Freeform Friday: Limerick: “Lady from Roane”
There once was a lady from Roane
who could have fun even while being alone.
She’d let her fingers do the walking
and cries of joy do the talking
by herself or sometimes on the phone.
Filed under Freeform Friday, limerick, poetry by author
Freeform Friday: “I once was blue, too”
[Editor’s note: “I once was blue, too” was written a bit tongue in cheek in response to a friend on Facebook who changed his profile photo to an all-blue photo. I have included it here. After writing it and reading it, I think it holds up fairly well, so I thought I would post it here to annoy a few more people.]
What do you see in this wild blue yonder?
I once was very blue
then one day I saw you
and because of your blue hue
I could no longer be blue, too.
When asked if this was true,
I said what else could I do?
Next, I tried being red
but it all went to my head
and it filled me with fiery dread.
What else could be said?
I then tried being green,
but it was the worst I’d ever seen
so bad as to be obscene
Everywhere I went, I made a scene.
I tried be being yellow
a sallow looking fellow
Not too bright and not too mellow
Still people wanted to bellow.
Up next, I tried being gray
and though on my beard it did stay
I sent the rest of it away.
I’ll deal with it another day.
Other colors I tried, too:
purples, oranges, and violet brews
but none fit me quite like blue.
But what else was I to do?
I could not be as blue as you.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author
Workshop Weekend: Story poem: “Signs”
Love on the rocks
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Angels flying high above
ministering without a care.
Ol’ Fred’s doing fine.
He’s feeling all aligned.
Club XYZ and Time Warped tea
are there for you and me.
Hang out at Time Warp Tea Room and Club XYZ on Central St.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Letters flying high above
Tea cups and room to share.
Fred’s learning ol’ Tao Tai Chi
For all his friends to see,
Or maybe glowing body yoga
With those who already know ya.
Taoist Tai Chi Center. People from the street can see classes in session.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Ol’ Fred’s lost his love.
Soon I’ll join him there.
Fred finds his Color-ama
It points the way to drama,
Poetry and Mystery,
Science and History.
Color-ama on side of building. Arrow points to back of Central Street Books. To the right of the Color-ama is the entrance to Glowing Body Yoga.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Books glowing in the window
On Central Street, it’s there.
Side of Central Street Books. Glowing BOOKS sign in the window.
These birds up on the awning
End your endless longing
For cupcakes and tasty treats,
Oh crumbum you just can’t beat.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Magpies flying high above
ministering without a care.
Look up and see the Magpies above Magpies bakery where you find cakes, cupcakes, and crumbum that can’t be beat.
Fred sends his hair to college
To gain a little knowledge.
Or the Chop Shop crew
Can do his do and do his do anew.
You can get your hair cut or styled at the local “barber college” where students are learning the latest techniques, or go down the street to The Chop Shop.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Scissors flying high above
Snipping without a care.
The scissors of the Chop Shop in the foreground and the Rx of the Relix Variety Theater in the background, a venue for music, comedy, and the Knoxville Horror Movie Festival.
Antiques lay all around;
Friends bargains to be found.
No need to go to town
With all that astounds.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Ol’ Fred’s lost his love.
He no longer has a care.
Three Rivers flows on in
Where a day old store had been.
Ol’ Fred shops for deals
And food to make his meals.
Three Rivers Market, a member owned, community oriented market and deli. Buy groceries or even buy a meal.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
The Rooster’s flying high above
Crowing without a care.
An ice cream cone that beckons
With fantasies and seconds
And Relix down the street
Show shows and hold Fred’s seat.
Reportedly one of the few remaining Freezo dive in for food places in the U.S.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Ice cream flying high above:
Things to make Fred stare.
White Orchid, a place for wedding dresses and other wedding items. Maybe the place to go after you find your love on the rocks.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Angels flying high above
ministering without a care.
Love lies on the rocks
White Orchids in the air
Ol’ Fred’s lost his love.
He no longer has a care.
While Fred in the poem is a person, there is a Fred’s Alignment & Service on Central St. A good place to go for all sorts of car work, to get it and keep it “all aligned.”
Filed under Photo by author, poetry by author, story poem, Workshop weekend
Workshop weekend: “My mother the DEET”
My mother the DEET
Just couldn’t be beat
on those Spring and Summer days
When the ‘skeeters so fine
would fly in and dine
on my flesh and be eager to stay.
I would itch and twitch
and conjure like a witch
and try scratching the bites away.
But that would only make worse
their evil curse
brought on by these biters’ ways.
I still use it now
so I won’t be cowed
when those bloodsuckers come my way.
If only the taste
would not make my face
twist up and turn my spit to clay.
Bo, oh no, you say
that’s not the way
to apply this wonderful DEET.
It is not a delicacy —
plain, fried or fricasseed —
so from my meals it should retreat.
But it’s hard to apply
to my skin, though I try,
with these bags taped to my hands and feet.
Filed under poetry by author, Workshop weekend
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