Clerihew; dVerse Form For All



Gene Wilder in “Young Frankenstein”; Photo Bing Images

Gene Wilder
comic supreme no wiser
just watch “Young Frankenstein”
as he continues his bloodline
Tropical Storm Julia
you danced around us with a hula
Just another fews days of rain
Florida shakes it off with no pain

jackbenny                                                             Jack Benny;  Photo on Pinterest
Do ya’ll remember Jack Benny?
He was a man who loved to pinch a penny.
Perpetually thirty nine
he was a master of the pause…and punchline.

Join me today over at dVerse where I present another new form to play with.  The pub’s doors open at 3PM EST.


Little vampire

Little vampire (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A guy in the mood for a bite
Swept his cape aside and went for the site
But the girl in his clutches
Was hobbling on crutches
They both tripped so he flew off stage right

There was a young girl of Killarney
Who was known far and wide for her blarney
She flattered the men
Taking them all for a spin
‘Til the wives packed her off to the carney

Photo:  Google Images

I must give credit to Madeleine Begun Kane for introducing the art of limerick writing to me and for her ideas that get me writing them.  I may not always pull them off but I have fun trying.  Thanks, Madeleine!

Terri at The Purple Treehouse, invites us to share some humor.

Jazz for Cows

Enjoy–these cows did!

The Lovelorn Peacock


Image by Henry McLin via Flickr

      In the summer of 1971, I moved from my hometown of Orlando down to Miami to help start an ashram there.  A friend and I were part of an organization that taught yoga, meditation, vegetarian diet and a lifestyle of disciplined, spiritual practice.  He had been dispatched from the main center in Orlando, some months prior, to start yoga classes down south and had showed up at my door one day to ask if I would move there and help him.  I thought to myself, sure, why not, it would be an adventure.

     He had rented a small house in Coconut Grove on shady, coconut tree-lined Kumquat Street and I took up residence in one of the tiny bedrooms when I arrived.  Right down the street was another communal compound of people making a home together in a large, two story house.

      It was a cool time to live in Miami.  There were neat little “head” shops, and many “hippie” type stores that sold candles, incense, clothing, books, etc. and some great health food stores and even restaurants that were completely vegetarian.  It was all new to me but I was in my element!

      Before long we had gatherings of like-minded people coming nightly for our yoga classes and life was humming along.

      Part of the charming quaintness of Coconut Grove was the community of peacocks that freely roamed the neighborhood streets.  You could hear their ear-piercing calls from blocks away but I never tired of spotting them walking down the road, perching in a tree, or up on someone’s roof.

      One male peacock in particular started frequenting the small, enclosed courtyard in front of our house.  Soon he started showing an unhealthy interest in me.  Whenever I would arrive or depart the house, and if he happened to be outside, he would approach me with his feathers spectacularly displayed and “shake” them.  This bird was courting me!  With his feathers held straight up, he was just about as tall as I was.  Whatever direction I took, he would get face-to-face with me and “shimmy”.  I became a bit intimidated by this…yikes!  He was extremely insistent, and I took to running past him to get in or out of the house.

      But after some time, I believe he finally realized that his love for me would remain unrequited and he moved on elsewhere to find a more suitable partner of the feathered variety.

This is a re-posting of one of my first blogs for Monday Morning Writing Prompt–Let’s Have Some Fun!:



Image by mrkvm via Flickr

A gal with a very long name

Wished for a shorter one

Like Ann or Patty Jane

Instead she was saddled

With a moniker so padded

Even telephone solicitors were addled!

Entry for Mad Kane’s Limerick Challenge

Doctor’s Orders

Lieberman Won't Take His Medicine

Image by via Flickr

I feel a buzz as the gunk goes down,
swirling and zigzagging as it reaches the sounds
of my gurgling stomach and the juices there found.
Slipping and sloshing it flips and it slops–
(The doctor said take it all ‘til the very last glop).

Oh, that was rough, tastes like paint thinner stuff–

But the germ is a bad one, or so I was told,
and it must be eradicated by this vile, purple funk.
For ten whole days, I must be tortured and bothered
while trying my best not to be a hothead.
But wait just a minute, I remember the trick–
A pinch of my nose and I’ll soon be un-sick!

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