Allow me to introduce myself,
I’m Lucien Mouces
and I’ve something’ to say
about those Buck horns
try’in to court my sister today;
I know I shouldn’t have done it,
but I read her diary, Ha!
and I’d rather suck a seed
than become related to any one
of those gummy sticky
mess o’ fellas.
I ain’t kidd’n yah,
The choice on the platter
would reduce a bull eating
(He’d never get fatter)
Every one o’them’s
like the root of a toothache,
I’d pulverize ‘em
if given a chance.
They’d need more than a
primitive bandaide
to stem the flowing
from one ocean to the other
from my twisting of their
goose tongues, rib warts, and other
Devil’s shoe strings
to prevent and cure their affection
and itch for my little sister
(oh, did I mention?)
You see, Phyllis is my little sister,
my one and only kin,
Blond as Indian Wheat
tender as the first new leaves of Spring
‘Ere, my little upshine!
Back to her I’ll go
If and when she needs me
to guide and protect her so,
Ever since our father died
as he lumbered through a region
within the bowels of our mountain, Nelly
to draw forth a felon;
40 years within the ground he lay
(I’m loathe to re-live the pain)
before the mountains of debris
from an avalanche
could be removed
to reveal his remains.
I’ve felt responsible
(Now, aren’t I the rightest?)
to kill the worms, well,
at least the politest
would be to reduce the fever
of John Dice, Luke or Rhea’s
affection and itch
for my little sister.
Then there’s Aleric’s Kin,
goes by the name of Raja,
He’s real lax at his work
a pain-in-the… butt and,
I’m certain him or I’d
plan to go “fisty-cuffs”
sooner or later
(He’d better keep his cool,
or I reckon I’ll itch to
knock him first off the platter.)
Ah, Music clears the head,
Art is right in us,
I should partake of some
to allow this inflamed rage
to diminish, and,
I’ll think of my friend, Herb,
He’s a good soldier,
He wouldn’t allow his feelings
to ignite through a prolonged smoulder.
And Yes, there is Phyllis to consider
and her feelings on the whole matter,
Yet, I can’t help but wonder
how I might tip the lot
off of the platter.
I’ve got it, Herb’s cousin,
in fact goes by the name Shawn,
He’s a kind and gentle bloke
surely worthy and perhaps
able to win my sister’s affection.
Do please excuse me
I’ve no time to lose,
and some important planning
to do before I introduce
a match surely made in heaven
well, with a little help from me,
The truth will become
apparent in the end
Just you wait, and see!
***********************************
Within the writing of this poetry
are hints that act as memory hooks
to help one to recall
some of the properties
of a plant,
plus its uses and looks.
If you'd like to hear them
as I am often on the wing,
You may contact me through
this address ( lovellsimonsjanet_at_yahoo.ca)
then I'll give you a ring.
********************
