old Billy Bowl

old Billy Bowl

 

Bones and bells in the shape of a snail.

Sacks and snares stuffed into bears.

These were all of the goals of old Billy Bowl.

Replace the mail carrier’s eyes with berries and a cherries.

Sprinkle germs on long brown worms and pour barrels of snakes into the local lakes.

These were the goals of old Billy Bowl.

Beat the poor until their backs were sore.

Feed the sweetest kid to biggest pig.

And burn all the butter that was recently churned.

These were the goals of old Billy Bowl.

feed the dogs to a bunch of hogs

Set ablaze the old corn maze

And let us not forget about a virulent plague.

These were the goals of old Billy Bowl.

Joy

Joy

 

Some people are smitten…
Like giants eating kittens in a glove…

Others are in love…
Making mittens from a dove…

Many are lonely…
Like bees eating bologni.

Most, however are ghosts…
Hiding close…
Watching…
Clapping…
And jumping with glee…
Waiting to see the sneeze and wheeze, of the pathogenic flea.

The Bird (a playful poem)

The Bird

A poem by Shawn White

 

With a loud thump…

A bird flew into a window…
And died…

This bird shall no longer thump loudly…
Nor shall it once more fly naturally into a window…
It shall forever be known as the bird that sacrificed itself, so that it could be named: “the bird who died”