The Un-prompt

Don’t push me — no prodding or pummeling.
Don’t try to persuade with your pleasant propaganda. Don’t pursue ME.
Your point is well-taken. Perhaps one day, it’ll be compelling propelling;
I’ll put the pedal to the metal. But if you pick Pick PICK at me much longer,
I’ll punch you in the eye. Your prompt will become an UN-PROMPT.
Psychological pitter-patter, putter mutter, mumbo jumbo —
I DON’T LIKE BEING PUSHED.

BRITISH CROWS GO BRAAWK!

When a Crow speaks, it’s a definite page;
Calling all sensitives – time to engage!
The Crow [plisky] untied his shoelaces.
Is this because he doesn’t know faces?
When a Hawk’s near, the Crows KERFUFFLE!
“Get Away,” they scream feathers a-ruffle.
Long lush green grass, dark feathers akimbo;
Two lustrous Crows dance a jammy limbo.
Big Crow lands on my porch rail, silently
And stares at me — quietly — intently.

GET THEE BEHIND ME, THUG — a rant

When boys collect an assortment of toys
You can guarantee there will be some noise.
A man or an animal quite enjoys
Illusion, subterfuge, they’re backstreet boys —
Employs devious poise, fancy convoys
Rolling down the street, the road, thus destroys
My QUIET with their highfalutin noise!
Oh, they’re nothing but inferior alloys.
Mischief, as a technique, an imp employs
Shattering the illusion of discrete “poise”.
I WISH to snare silence [!] the real McCoys!

TWIT WIT (chakra chant)

RED ORANGE YELLOW GREEN BLUE PURPLE WHITE
Soar Soul Sprite!
WHITE PURPLE BLUE GREEN YELLOW ORANGE RED
Complete Chakra Cleanse
RED ORANGE YELLOW GREEN BLUE PURPLE WHITE
WHITE PURPLE BLUE GREEN YELLOW ORANGE RED
Twirly Whirly Swirly
Teeter-Totter Tee-Hee

The John

I frequented the Water Closet [WC].

The Loo made me giddy.

Squatting in the Out House
I got splinters in my butt.

Never went into the Little Boy’s Room,
although it would have been a giggle to do so.

Toilets are a necessity in a civilized life.

Never occurred to me, though,
that the Porcelain Throne would become my God.

Growing old is a bitch.