The clock struck midnight;
You waited too long to leave,
and overstayed your welcome.
You’re now in my yard,
To greet the trick or treaters,
Oh, my little pumpkin.
Rules were laid out,
To go before 12 o’clock,
Or you become my jack-o’-lantern.
Yet you laughed,
Told me to chill,
Now your turn to be still.
Part 1: Domestic Bliss
“Buck . . . buck . . .”
Part 2: Disturbance Behind the Screen
“Kuh . . . kuh . . . KACK . . .”
Part 3: Runaway
“Cluck . . . cluck . . .”
A large crane by the sea,
Move up closer for a better look-see;
No need to worry about being heard,
It’s not the long-legged, long-necked bird.
A romantic rendezvous,
Fantasy comes true.
An illicit tryst,
Fleeting lust, lasting regret;
A lapse in judgment.
Dismal chance of a lobster roll call as man hankers for lobster rolls.
[This is a monostich, a single-line poem. To learn more, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monostich].
Terror of the sea,
Running around the ferry,
Ripping through the aisles with glee,
Screaming like a banshee.
A little old lady,
Offers him a chunky chocolate cookie,
He sits to munch silently.
Shortly, he joins his sister, Lily,
Who is napping already.
With eyelids fluttering softly,
He snoozes eventually.
(Happily, Pa has a sense of humor.)
Here’s to a