Mosquitos Hatched by Homework
Bill bought broken bric-a-brac
Six stuffed sacks should shore his shack
With tacky wornout wondrous stuff
Like fleece for Flo--her favorite fluff!
Like catnip for a cat named Sam
Like plastic pearls for Polythene Pam
A Chechen china tudor church
A stuffed owl on a plaid perch
He hauled it home, heaving and huffing
Pam (perspiring, panting and puffing),
Prounounced their hovel "Shabby Chic"
Sheepishly supposing the sign should stick
But, woe the day the wind did blow
And blanketed their shack with snow
They huddled in their sleeping bag
(Too stuffed with schtuff for them to shag)
But lo! The rood did creak and moan!
Shall shack stay shored 'til sunshine shone?!
Will door keep firm and fire lit?
Or--shock!--sad shack's shards splay and split?
Their bric-a-brac was thus displayed
Obscenely kitsch and crudely made
A gross of garish, glittered gunk
A melange of iridescent junk
And Sam the Cat, and Flo the Skunk
Absconded with a hairy monk
They snuggled up, with fur and habit
And though the friar stunk
At least there was no rabbit
Contributors: | Ruth, Kansas Sam, K. B. Benedict, Dassn't Say, Grayman, Edgar, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Anon., Evan Sanderson, Francine, Evan, NH, Nym. |
Poem finished: | 17th July 2003. |