Loglimerhyme, Larry Jennings' variant of Logarhyme w/ 332332 pulse meter Options

[JustDaniel]

L O G L I M E R H Y M E

Loglimerhyme is Larry Jennings' metrical variant of the standard iambic of Logarhymes. In place of the usual 442442-iamb meter, he utilizes a limerick-like pattern of 332332 pulses in each sextet (6-line) stanza. The rhyme pattern is that of the standard Logarhyme: AABCCB. My own dubbing of Larry's variant as 'Loglimerhyme' has met with his approval.

Here is his first (so far as I know) such creation:


Loglimerhyme #1

If that pie were mincemeat, I would choke
though I know it's enjoyed by some folk,
never been one of them.
Coconut or pecan on the beach
sounds quite nice. Think I'd have one of each
or key-lime. On a whim,

I have tried other country's cuisine
with delight, though some were garish green
made from sea-weed, I guess.
Others curried and spiced with, "who knows?"
They were delicacies I suppose
but not mine. I confess

to a penchant for food from the south.
Etouffee or gumbo in my mouth
is like Heaven on earth.
Though from Texas, I like chili too
and a big plate of good barbecue
which might add to my girth.

Thank the Lord for my genetic past
which made my metabolic rate fast;
sedentary I'm not.
I work harder now that I'm retired.
It's as if gardening has conspired
that I not go to pot.

© Larry D Jennings 13 April 2012


After a several-riposte discussion between Larry and myself, this is my own first Loglimerhyme:


Loglimerhyme Approbation

Loglimerhymes seem really fun;
though surely for not everyone,
so I offer you mine.
I certainly do understand
and certify your fledgling brand;
it's deliciously fine.

Iamb sure that you'll note that iambs
are required in pure Logarhyme brand
yet your variant is
but a breath of fresh air to my ears
so I hope this allays any fears
and you won't let it fizz.

© MLee Dickens'son 18 April 2012


Here's hoping others will join in on the fun!

deLightingly, Daniel

[Larry]

Thanks, Daniel. I appreciate your starting a new thread with my Loglimerhyme and thanks again for the handy title for the form. Here, from the other forum, is my answer to your last post.


Let it fizz? Well gee-whiz, I had thought
there was interest in what I had wrought
as a jest or a game
some might play. Anyway, I liked yours.
Flattering emulation ensures
some brief fame, but the name

which you coined feels just right. Thanks so much!
The Loglimeryme title, as such
shall be known by a few
who might try it. Deny it exists?
It can not be undone. I'll persist
but there's only we two

who have written such stanzas. I'll say
I'm enamored in the weirdest way
but I won't push this form.
Logarhymes are done with the iamb
so I'll follow the rules like a lamb
though I do hate the "norm".

Maybe if a new thread were to start
others who break the rules might impart
their ideas in this way.
But the minimal interest I see
in all forums just convinces me
Loglimerymes won't play.

[JustDaniel]

Well, with Alan rejoining our crew,
let's expect that he'll too have a brew
to pour in our cup.
His creative bent joined with his drive
could bring us a buzzing great hive...
bring our membership up!

[Larry]

It's not membership. We have a lot,
but participation there is not
near enough to survive.
Even though we have multiple posts
in this forum, there's too many ghosts
and not one of them strive

or attempt a small crit anywhere.
Even more, they're not willing to share
any words with the few
hardy denizens whom we both know.
They can't read our admonishments, so
I just don't have a clue.

[JustDaniel]

Much of what we write stays bottled here
where we diddle around, it is clear,
and most don't join in.
You are right that so few here have shared
much of late, and you have your soul bared,
and there's surely no din

in the forums, where once active giving
our help to each other brought living
inside of the threads.
I myself seldom visited there
for too long; now the cupboard is bare,
and I really have dreads.

But I'm trying to write now again
more consistently; maybe the yen
of my serious muse
will return; I've a hope that it will
and perhaps with an end to the chill
we'll be lighting a fuse.

[Larry]

I refuse to go lightly and will,
like the engine that could, climb the hill
to announce from the top
that the members who joined here should git
off the pot, start to post, not just sit
while a few mind the shop.

It's a forum where thoughts are exchanged
to improve; critiqued post rearranged
to help polish a gem;
not a place where someone with a whip
made them write. A small verse or a quip
wouldn't hurt one of them.

Though they came of free will and signed up
they have left us a half empty cup
and the contents are cold.
I would say just remove every name,
clean the slate. They're the ones whom I blame,
so cull them from the fold.

[JustDaniel]

I'm afraid that is out of our hands;
we do not have the requisite wands
for a zap or bong.
But we can stir the forums again
with a little attention and pain...
or perhaps a song.

When a friend or two visits once more
we won't need to admonish, implore...
silent songs will plead
for encouragement, help or critique
and perhaps one of us will then pique
interaction we need.

[Larry]

Sharecroppers

Interaction is just what we need,
even if it's BS. Plant a seed
and who knows, you'll endow
us a new flower show that expands.
It beats what we have now; a few hands
and a rusty old plough

which, at one time was pulled by a horse.
We don't have one right now but of course
it's now dead. Though we beat...
it is to no avail and we're tired
of cajoling members who've conspired
to shut down; take a seat.

So I'd ask those who came and then went
on their way, have a say or relent;
for your absence is felt.
All we need are a few seeds to plant
and I don't want to hear that you can't
share the few you've been dealt.

[Cleo_Serapis]

Your words are heartfelt.
Even I have lost my poetic muse.
Social media seems to be where folks hang these days playing Farmville etc...
SIGH.
Are other poetry forums active?
I shall send a message to the members - and Larry - you're right, maybe it's time for me to start deleting at least the 'bronze' members?
Back to bed - I've been very sick for many days.
Hugs
Lori

[Larry]

Hi Lori,

I'm sorry you feel bad. I didn't mean to make it worse by complaining about the lack of participation in the forums but attendance has become very sparse. Hoped you liked my new creation. The name comes from Daniel.

Larry

[Cleo_Serapis]

Gosh Larry - no worries. Actually, I am glad to see that you, Daniel, Eric, Alan and some others are making a go here.
It encourages me to particpate again. Perhaps I will even attempt to write one of your new forms right here.
I did manage to purge all the members that I previously had labeled as Bronze members (meaning inactive for some time). So that reduced our member count by half. I will also plan to send an email to the membership.

Keep on doing what you are doing - I am always reading - especially the limerick thread, ! Please pass this on.

-Lori

[JustDaniel]

Our Loglimerhymes ain't for complaint
so I hope that our ramblings don't taint
the sense of this thread.
We hope Lori will soon become well;
when she has, I am sure she will tell
that she's out of bed!

When she writes to the others, we hope
that they'll join us betimes. We won't mope
if it takes them some time.
But it's always a joy when they come
writing DUM de de DUM de de DUM
with or not with rhyme!


deLighting in Lori's response.... and her following our Limericks too!!!

~ Daniel

[Larry]

I’m so glad Lori came here to read
our Loglimerhymes; I must concede
that I thought we were toast
here a MM. The Forums were dead
but new life and activity spread
from the bones of this ghost.

Now the “newbies”, who aren’t, hit the ground
with their pens and their thoughts flashing ‘round
tearing cobwebs apart.
Though there’s not enough of them as yet
there will soon be much more. You can bet
that we’ve got a great start

with new folks from all over who share
and it seems that they really do care
with participation
in these threads. The more minds who join in
will make magic with us and begin
a brand new creation.

[JustDaniel]

Whether new or renewal of old,
we will welcome them all to the fold
as they join us here.
We're encouraged as friends have joined in
leaving poems and crits in the bins.
It's allayed our fear!

[Larry]

Though our fear of demise is allayed
there is something which has me dismayed
for it seems there’s a lack
of critiquing times two for each post.
Give and take is the jam on our toast
but some are holding back.

It’s okay in the forums like these
where we practice and hone our disease
till they write our obit.
I’d just like to see more poets bring
expertise to what needs polishing
and help a little bit.

[Larry]

Have a Bite

I see my admonitions were vague
for this post has contracted the plague
though it’s not even sick.
Yes, it’s different, strange and quite new
so the reader might think or construe
it is all just a trick
but it’s not. Just a new way to write
Logarhymes and Limericks but you might
mix them up or confuse
which is which; with a similar bent.
They’re a marriage of forms which was sent
from my sweet little muse.
Try it out like a song you don’t know.
Have it dance off your tongue, let it grow
into word symphonies.
If you don’t, I’ll just prod you until
you give up. It’s a bite, not a meal
and I’m sure it will please!

[Cleo_Serapis]

It is catchy Larry but requires my noggin to really think hard and too!

I shall give this another try!

~Cleo

[Larry]

I’ll just push the old Loglimerhyme
to the top and perhaps in the climb
someone else will take note
that the form is so easy to write.
Even though the core message is trite
causing no one to gloat

it’s a fun exercise. Free the brain;
let it dance in your skull but remain
with tongue tucked in the cheek.
You won’t savor the flavor unless
you step up. Go ahead, make a mess
or its future looks bleak.

[JustDaniel]

Who could mess up a Loglimerhyme?
It's not hard if you just keep the time
with a Limerick beat.
If you're watching your feet, you will trip,
so get out there and try; let 'er rip!
You won't fall on your seat....

well you may, but if so, what the heck,
'cause we know that you won't break your neck;
it's your pride you may bruise.
Get back up; throw yourself in the dance.
Soon you'll laugh 'til you near pee your pants!
It's a game you can't lose.

[Larry]

A loose game? Bet you can’t write just one.
It’s addictive and oh so much fun
to try different things
so instead, pen a Loglimerhyme
if you have any talent or time
but make sure your verse sings

or at least keeps the rhythm intact.
Oh, I’d guess you just think I’m a hack
in a Logarhyme world;
I had too many words for limericks
and I threw in a few just for tricks.
You’d be wrong, for I hurled

a new gauntlet to challenge the brain
in the face of those who would remain
walking in the same rut.
Don’t you know that your steps excavate?
Just step out before it’s much too late
and you’re up to your butt!

[JustDaniel]

Out of the Dumps

If you're up to your butt writing verse,
I don't think anything could be worse...
well, unless you are dead!
But keep writing a word at a time,
and don't worry if lines do not rhyme;
get them out of your head

onto paper, and then rearrange
them until they dispel or estrange
your depression; arise
from your bed. Write a poem to me
or to someone today you can see.
You can't do otherwise!

[Larry]

Writer's Camp

Others wiser than me say, “You can’t!”
but I’ve always thought that was a rant
which I often ignored
because choice wasn’t given to me.
Writing has become my malady;
a disease I’ve adored

since my youth. I don’t care to be cured
of this chronic illness. It’s endured
and I hope it survives
this long stint where old echoes now reign.
In this forum is where I’ll remain
‘till the new crowd arrives.

[Larry]

Want Adds

No new crowd has arrived. Wonder why?
Are they scared or just painfully shy
to reveal what they write.
Our critique will be mild, watered down
to the point where it won’t cause a frown;
filled with rancor or spite.

There’s no pressure when we socialize
because tweeting ‘round here just applies
to the birds in the trees.
Come and join with a friend or alone
to get help with your writing. We’ll hone
proses and poetries.

[JustDaniel]

Want your prose or your poetry honed?
There's no fear that you may be dethroned;
we've no royalty.
We just offer a word or a tweak
or take note of your pace or technique...
and it's all for free.

[Larry]

It's all free? That's too good to be true?
In these forums it's all about you
and the words you may post.
Here the "crits" mean critiques. This applies
to all help you ask for. Criticize?
Not one hint or a ghost
of the blatant rewrite you may find
on some sites. We are all of like mind
when it comes to your craft.
Whether sand to a pearl or a gem
that need polish; a tune to a hymn...
we won't give you the shaft.

[Larry]

From the shaft of forgotten new forms
I have dredged this one up with the norms.
It may still fade away
but I’d like to give it one more chance
though it’s strange and you may look askance
it is on top today.
Logarhyme it is not for I’ve changed
a few metrics and thus rearranged
just a few minor things.
There are merely a few of them here
but it’s mine and I still hold it dear;
Loglimerhyme still sings.

[JustDaniel]

So you think your loglimerhymes sing
even without traditional bling?
I supposed that they do.
But my time is so limited now;
I've but time to show I still know how
to come up with your brew.

[Larry]

What you do with the brew at this time
will not matter in this vacant clime
but it brings me a smile
so if your time is short, understand
you will never receive reprimand
and I thank you a pile.

[JustDaniel]

If your pile on your thanks I am pleased
because this is the place we have teased
whether we're all alone
or if someone else joins us to write
pieces here, whether serious or trite;
I am not on my own.

[Larry]

On my own, would this form now exist
as a Logarhyme with a small twist
that has brought a few smiles?
I believe, if not for the mistakes
writing one with strange metrical breaks
and then you, with your wiles
gave Loglimerhyme life with a name
and although it will not achieve fame
I just hope that it riles
all the purists who turn up their nose.
They may like it and then I suppose
it will go in their files.

[JustDaniel]

Will it go in their files if they come
and discover amid our ho-hum
your new twist on a form?
I should hope that they would and perhaps
one of them will produce them in CAPS
till they've become the norm!

[Larry]

‘Till becoming the norm it remains
abnormal until somebody deigns
to accept this new form
like the myriad variants passed
which some skeptics declared “it won’t last”
but it weathered the storm.

[JustDaniel]

If a storm has been weathered, does it
become older and scarred? does it sit
to recover its strength?
And how is it we are the ones
who could weather it? did we use guns
to shoot holes in its length?

[Larry]

It’s the length where I shot all the holes;
not because of ulterior goals,
although I must admit
that it’s easier when writing trips
than iambic pentameter quips
and I think it’s a hit.

[JustDaniel]

If you think it's a hit we'll keep on
though I should be out mowing my lawn...
but the mower is down
so I'll finish this last little quip
even though I have run out of zip;
I am too tired to clown

[Larry]

If a clown is too tired to amuse
and the small car he drives will not cruise
then the show is a flop
when the kids cannot laugh at his shtick
and he can’t even do one small trick
just take down the Big Top.

[JustDaniel]

If the Big Top is down the trapeze
can't be seen by the stands' absentees
and the lions don't roar.
There's no place for the horses to whiney
as they circle the grounds with that skinny
young woman, Amor.

[Larry]

That young woman is skinny no more
and the horses she rode all abhor
her ascending to ride
on their back. One and all they’d adore
to unseat her but that’s a real chore;
although many have tried.

[JustDaniel]

Although many have tried to unseat her
it's their secret desire just to cleat her
and to keep her aground.
But alas she climbs up on their backs
and their tails often stick in their cracks
since their straining abounds.

[Larry]

Straining with leaps and bounds makes no sense
when you’re riding a bull. Your defense
is to keep the rope tight
but I still say this sport’s for the dense
who are safer when riding the fence
which your head may bedight.

[JustDaniel]

If your head has bedighted a fence
I suspect that it's at your expense
since your body ain't there.
Did they cut it off, or did the bull
stomp your body so hard that your skull
lost most all of its hair?

[Larry]

If you’ve lost all your hair; at least most
and it closely resembles a coast
of grey sand on the beach
don’t go spend all you cash on a car
that’s real fast, you are going to far
for your youth’s out of reach

[JustDaniel]

Oh, my youth's out of reach -- that's for sure;
even mem'ry of it is obscure
and I cannot recall
almost anything that I had done
when my life must have been mostly fun
back when I would crawl.

[Larry]

When I learned how to crawl it was back
in an old 45 Pontiac;
there was plenty of room.
Then I crawled on the big roomy seat
and pulled up to the windows to meet
a new world that went zoom.

[JustDaniel]

suddenly all the world had zoomed past
and 69 had been run up the mast;
now it's coming back down
and that 70's dread will be there
freely flapping in sun or moon's air
will I soon be facedown?

[Larry]

I will face down my fear very soon
like an old western gun fight at noon
but no shots will be fired.
Just a few minor thoughts to be changed
and hope Word will not have rearranged
what my muse has inspired.

[JustDaniel]

If my muse had inspired me to write
my productions would be far less trite
if I wrote anything.
but alas all that flows is this fluff
while she keeps shouting out, That's enough!
so she goes on the wing.

[Larry]

On a wing and a prayer, off she goes
to help someone else write modern prose
with no rhythm or craft;
just a hodgepodge of disjointed thought
crammed together in hopes that it’s bought
by some minds that are daft.

[JustDaniel]

Yes, some buyers of prose may be daft
but the form of my poems is draft
and it may so remain;
who would buy anything that I write?
'haps it's best that it stay out of sight
of book-store domain.

[Larry]

Of a book store’s domain, their intent
is to keep room for things yet to print
say some very rich guys
who control everything that we read
so in order for you to succeed
grease some palms and arise
to the fame you so richly deserve.
Feed the kitty and then you’ll observe
books that everyone buys.

[JustDaniel]

books that everyone buys will be read
by and by unless readers are dead
to the words in the books;
if they sit on the library shelves
they may stay all alone by themselves
in the corners or nooks

[Larry]

Nooks and corners are filled with old books
and in places where nobody looks
except for their I-pad
but when batteries die, the screen’s blank
and they’re wanting to read, they will thank
me for books and be glad.

[JustDaniel]

My four books are for making you glad
but they're not written yet, and it's sad
'cause they're all in my head
but I cannot remember a word
and I know that sounds very absurd
but it's true what I've said.

[Larry]

If it’s true what you said about books
and your mind holds them all, then it looks
like they’ll go to your grave
but as memories fade I would say
write as much as you can anyway
go ahead and be brave.

[JustDaniel]

If I'm brave I could die bein' shot
by the guy try'n ta get what I've got
an' I tell 'im, "Hell no!"
I think I should just give 'im my bucks,
walk away while I'm sayin', "Aw shucks!"
an' still have life ta show!

[Larry]

If a still life’s what you have to show
and you’ve really no places to go
just set down on your swing
in the morning with your favorite cup;
“you’ll be there for a while, fill it up”
listen to the birds sing.

[JustDaniel]

While you're listening to the birds sing
you can dream about having a fling
with your wife ere you die;
you could cruise to Caribbean isles
and carouse walking beaches for miles
or just sit there and sigh.

[Larry]

I’ll just sit here and sigh with my wife,
maybe whittle a bit with my knife
as she frowns at the mess.
For we live in seclusion with trees
growing back to a height that will please
and no one to bring stress.

[JustDaniel]

So you've no one to stress you? Invite
me to visit a week; that is quite
all you'd need to erupt
into panic and throw me on out
of your house; there is simply no doubt
I'd begin to corrupt.

[Larry]

If corruption begins while you’re here
we’ll just send you around to the rear
of the house with great speed
where we keep a large polled Herford bull
that will teach you when push comes to pull
with a leash, you can lead.

[JustDaniel]

With a leash you can lead a new pup
teaching him with a tug what is up
so he won't get you down;
you can walk to the park with your pet
while you show him some thing he can get
when you walk about town.

[Larry]

When I walk about town with my pup
I must carry something to scoop up
what he will leave behind
because exercise moves his wee bowels
and he empties them or sits and howls
but that is so unkind.

[JustDaniel]

It is unkind to howl at your dog
just because he's afraid of the fog;
he won't find it funny.
Maybe you should go laugh at your rabbit
just because of his procreate habit;
he'll make you no bunny.

[Larry]

“He will make me no bunnies”, you say!
That’s alright. Don’t want none anyway
because something’s amiss.
There’s no mention of pregnant young mates
and unless there’s bi-sexual traits;
parthenogenesis!

[JustDaniel]

In the Parthenon, read Genesis;
let us hope that your mind's not a mess
as the temple became
after Ottomans made it a mosque.
As you're reading, perhaps eat a Bosc
and creation exclaim!

[Larry]

If creations explained to a “T”
from small gluons to our galaxy
Stephen Hawking would faint
for his theories on black holes and string,
on dark matter, damn near everything;
even some things that ain’t

would fill libraries up to the roof.
All he needed if he wants some proof
is to look at his thumb.
Like the super-compact matter “stuff”
as the big bang explodes “just enough”
ask, “where did it come from?”.

[JustDaniel]

If you know where it's from, you are God
or some seer who has come from abroad
where they know everything;
But I do not believe that they know
what they think, because they cannot show
you the head of the stream.

[Larry]

If the head of the stream to the mouth
always flows from the north to the south
then we must be atop
the equator that bisects the earth
but they don’t run that way around Perth
where most creatures can hop.

[JustDaniel]

If you hop on a creature called Horse
you may fall on your bumper midcourse
in a big cloud of dust;
If you give up and try to hang ten
you could land on your bumper again
but the ocean's a must.

[Larry]

When the ocean's a must to hang ten
and a surfboard's required to begin
with a tether attached
please be sure it's not shaped like a seal
because those seem to have shark appeal;
that's a sport to be scratched.

[JustDaniel]

When you're scratched while you're playing a sport
try a new team; it's your last resort
if you're wanting to play.
Since they placed you on waivers, just go
where you're given a place you can show
that you're in it to stay.

[Larry]

If you’re in it to stay but you leave
had you always just planned to deceive
or did that come about
when you stopped being sure why you came
and you wanted someone else to blame
like that dumb talent scout.

[JustDaniel]

So your talent scout isn't so dumb
now that you have performed and become
such a favorite guy;
but you still think that he's not so smart
because your life is now ala carte
over there in Shanghai.

[Larry]

Over there in Shanghai where we went
on a one day lay-over when sent
to the Viet-Nam war
I was less than impressed with the slum
by the dock and left there very glum
and still don’t know what for.

[JustDaniel]

I still don't know what I'm writing for
but our Lori had not locked the door
here to close down the site;
I'll just keep stimulating my friend
and hang on as though there is no end...
or until I lose sight.

[Larry]

In this treasure, I’ll never lose sight
of the pleasures derived when I write
visiting this abode
and if Lori had closed down this place
my poor brain would require lots more space
for my head would explode.

[JustDaniel]

If my head would explode, I'm afraid
it won't go very far if they laid
all the layers out flat;
There ain't much left in there; it has shrunk
from what used to be stuffed in the trunk;
I suppose that is that.

[Larry]

That is that I suppose unless this
could be that then I would be remiss
for my mixing the two
but if this and that are both the same
then we’ll be forced to give them a name
or chaos will ensue.

[JustDaniel]

That is that I suppose unless this
could be that then I would be remiss
for my mixing the two
but if this and that are both are the same
then we’ll be forced to give them a new name
or chaos will ensue.

When the chaos ensues will we live
or disperse like we've gone through a sieve
and be merged into All ?
I like order, myself, so I hope
it won't happen that way, or I'd grope;
with these knees I can't crawl!

[Larry]

You can crawl but your knees will still hurt
even if you can find some soft dirt
but if chaos arrives
we’ll all be a primordial soup
made of atoms and chemical goop
that will give you the hives.

[JustDaniel]

I am glad you've not given me hives;
I'm allergic to bees; that revives
if they sting me again;
I don't swat at them; I keep away
from undue aggravation; they stay
in their province. Amen!

[Larry]

In the province of men there’s a cave
where the world of sports made them a slave.
That is easily seen.
Food and beer in the fridge which they crave
and a john when they’re wanting to shave,
with a large T V screen.

[JustDaniel]

There's a large TV screen in my room
where I live while at home, in my womb;
it is blaring right now
'cause I'm half-deaf; it's in the background
while I sit here and write to confound
you with something to plow.

[Larry]

Things to plow with my brow furrowed deep
which plant seeds that one needs and will keep
me inspired, not confound
can be found in the sound of each word
some in fun; hardly ever absurd.
Glad to have you around.

[JustDaniel]

Glad we're here having still one more round
while the others up there now abound...
and they're writing each day!
Not too long ago, I said to post
something there... and you'll soon be the toast
of the site. Patience pays!

[Larry]

Patience pays but in what sort of coin
'cause I'm not really sure that we're goin'
to be blessed with success.
That, in time, will be shown when those few
who have joined us are no longer new
and get more; please, not less.

[JustDaniel]

A few more, more or less, sure would please
all of us, and I'm sure they will tease
your old muse to create.
We have prodded each other down here;
that they'll do it up there, I've no fear.
Hope it will not abate.

[Larry]

Hope the bait which was cast will suffice
for it seems to have caught lots of nice
people who spin the word
into tapestries easy on eyes.
We’ll stay open if everyone tries
to attract that rare bird.

[JustDaniel]

If the bird that you cook is still rare
better open the oven; it's there
that the turkey belongs
for more time so you'll turn what is red
to a dark, tasty color... no dread
that you'd kill off the throng.

[Larry]

If you killed off the throng with your food
that would be just a tad beyond rude
when you didn’t take care
to make sure little microbes were dead.
You’ll wind up in a cell with one bed
and your goose is cooked there.

[JustDaniel]

Don't be cooking your goose in a Turk!
You can bet that it takes too much work
just to bind and gag
Muslim fam'ly that moved in next door;
don't be racist, my friend; I implore
you to open that bag!

[Larry]

If you open that bag you will find
the remains of a lunch left behind
which exudes quite a smell
from a sandwich that’s built of some cheese
and anchovies; you may gag and sneeze
but at least it’s not stale.

[JustDaniel]

If the bread were not stale would the smell
be less rancid? Can't un-ring a bell!
It's strange how you think!
Smelly's smelly... especially fish,
and a bag of it really is ish;
what a horrible stink!

[Larry]

Stinks are horrible but there’s a scale
between fish and a skunk’s toxic smell
which will never wash off
but the homeless, where hunger’s their due
and some leftovers which they eschew,
hold their nose and don’t scoff.

[JustDaniel]

Those who look down their nose at the poor
could well soon have their son at the door
begging money or food
after downing their pills or is drunk,
lost his job or his wife or is sunk
or just did what ain't good.

[Larry]

If he did what ain’t good then it’s just
that he gets his self caught in a bust
and then thrown into jail
for the lessons unlearned in his youth
will hit home as the God’s honest truth;
don’t you dare go his bail.

[JustDaniel]

You might tell him, I'll bail you out once,
but remember that I'm not a dunce;
you must learn from this.
If you end up in jail once again
I will visit you there with great pain
and a goodbye kiss.

[Larry]

With a goodbye kiss and a quick pat
on the butt to remind him of that
danger while he’s in there
'cause some lifers look for the new meat
so when showering, please take a seat
and soap down in a chair.

[JustDaniel]

Don't use soap while you're cleaning your hair;
it will flatten it down. Folks will stare
at your matted mess.
Use shampoo and conditioner too;
it will loosen the gunk and the goo.
My advice you'll bless.

[Larry]

When you’re blessed with advice you may choose
which might work and which ones you will use
if you trust those who give
but with all things, that shadow of doubt
makes you wonder what it’s all about
and winnow with a sieve.