I seem to have too much time on my hands today, and so am posting all sorts of silly things. My bride has suggested (recognising my inability to write anything serious or sensible) that I work on a book of silly poems for kids. I’ve done a few little things that might one day be edited into a form suitable for the $2 Christmas gift shop, and here’s another.
It actually comes from a challenge from The Carrot Ranch requiring 99 words only (you need to include the title).
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A Moose let Loose in a China Shop
A moose let loose in a china shop
Crashing, smashing glass, can’t stop
To smell the roses, taste the air
No thought that someone ought to care
Or feel the fear or hear the cries
Of little children, open eyes
That see the mayhem, think the worst
This moose is crazy, maybe cursed
With some disease or primal fears
Words in his head that no-one hears
With no regrets, ejects a roar
Thrashing, dashing out the door
A waft of freedom in his nose
Where he’s headed no one knows
Richmond Road 
I’d give you $1.50 without hesitation. $1.75.
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More than generous!
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lol all kids want to runaway, this one will appeal greatly!
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I’m glad the loose moose turned none to juice!
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Well ….. there was this reclusive goose in a noose who felt of little use, the result of child abuse (not that that’s an excuse) who indeed turned to juice at the sight of the marauding moose who, declaring a truce, stopped to let the goose loose from the noose and took him to a masseuse who did induce a calm (with balm and bended arm) and also a sudden urge to seduce – to reproduce ….. a moosey goose or goosey moose. From that what should we all deduce?
Answer: stay off the juice, you goose, lest you let loose the moose within and begin to wonder, there downunder, of plunder – tearing clothes asunder – a needing, a bleeding, leading to an internal pleading in your brain to ignore the rain, this love in vain – and catch the train (again) but you mis-aim, your lust to blame – you miss the carriage, all hope of marriage, instead to fled to the last caboose – the sad recluse of self-abuse.
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I’m surprised you don’t talk in rhyme in your everyday speech! 😂
P.S. I tried to comment earlier and got the “you’re not registered” message. So I (thought) I registered but nothing showed up. Maybe it’s in your “pending” folder? If you happen to find it, just delete whichever one you like the least.
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Hmmm ….. not sure why that is. But I got this one! Thank you.
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