“Twice a Week”
(Lines Inspired by Creative Writing Class)

A silver spoon in a cupboard, leaning precariously on the red gilded bowl,
A queen lounging at night, watching over her empire.

A squid squirts its ink all round, blinding those looking on,
The horrors of a world without pens.

A flock of pigeons hustles and bustles on the paved parkway, polluting the air (and the ground),
They'll never leave, the old people will miss them too much.

Much to the sadness of many, Shari Lewis died in 1998,
Lamb Chop, happy to be done with show business, now lives on a yacht on the Mediterranean.

Tim-Tim the clown danced across the fair-grounds, spreading delight and joy here and there,
The balloons must die, he thought to himself.

The old was losing the feeling in his feet, he needed the needle, he needed to feed that hollowness,
He silently cursed himself, if only he'd been more active he wouldn't be diabetic.

Timothy read the book with interest: the man went to work, then home, then slept, then worked again,
Outside another bomb exploded.

The titan thudded through the village, the ground quaking and people running for their lives,
Delicately, delicately, it moved on, making sure to avoid squashing any lives.

The screeching beast turned, prey in its clutches, and came to a screaming halt in its diabolical nest,
Twiggy's mother frowned, that girl was going to crash into the wall of the garage one day.

Life is like a box of chocolates,
After being packed for 9 months, you're pulled screaming into the world, and everybody wants a piece.

Captain Texas maneuvered his ship-alongside the Spanish Galleon,
Why was it so difficult to get people to read his poetry?

Smooth lines, chrome exterior, hardened steel superstructure, and a 105% efficiency rating,
The perfect spork.

Aladdin raced down the palace steps towards the lamp, his eyes aghast in horror at the vizier,
It might not be as “hip,” but he did so enjoy the old style animation.

The rooster clucked and scratched at the polished jewel in front of it, worth less than some grain it was,
The jeweler who lost the gem thought differently, as he went home, pink-slip in hand.

The smooth waves washed over his feet, the sun beamed down upon him, this was the life,
The Jellyfish waited.

Birds flying North are one of the best omens the winter-weary can receive,
Especially if they work at KFC.

Children say they want to be Astronauts, or Prime-Ministers, or Famous Actors,
Nobody ever wants to be the night-shift manager at McDonald's.

Gabriel touched his reflection,
The surface broken, the mirror flowed down and into the drain.

Elijah cleared his throat, intruding on Isaac's meditative search for guidance,
I told you, the promised land was West of Egypt, not East.

The day was over with nothing to show for it, what had he done to deserve this? He had kids!
A passer-by put a dollar in his hat.