Open Poetry #14 |
Sir Walk-a-lot Trilogy |
VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Sir Walk-a-lot Virginia Salter Come and meet Sir Walk-a-lot He ate some beans and old shallot Then traveled he to Camelot Until he found the perfect spot To have a drop of tea. Then traveled on to Babylon And rested on a new mown lawn Until the night reached early dawn And all the salmon went to spawn Then he came back home to me. Now mind you, I was filled with dread At what may be inside his head So I asked him to leave instead Or else we might all end up dead Beside the likes of he. He gathered all his mustered power Cajoled me well with a lovely flower Swept me away with words of power Minute by minute and hour by hour Until he courted me. Helplessly I gave my hand My knees were weak, I could not stand He lifted me and crossed the land And with his love forever banned Somewhere beyond the sea. © June 13, 2001 Sir Walk-a-lot, The Continuing Saga Virginia Salter One day in June, Sir Walk-a-lot Feasted on sweet Choc-o-lot Almond Joy’s just hit the spot With the weather not too hot To make it melt away. Then found himself well deep in thought Of what it is and what it’s not And if it’s purchased or it’s bought With money or a barter’s shot At time spent of the day. Now, if you know Sir Walk-a-lot You know he’d rather stroll than trot Yet when sweet choclit’s what he’s got He’d rather run than lose the lot And with deep sorrow pay. Then end up on a loathesome cot In realms of pain and stomach’s knot That his horrendous lot has brought From being painfully distraught In some horrid ghast array. For his addiction, Walk-a-lot Would search and search to fill the spot Of any form of choc-o-lot Be it sweet or semi not No matter tooth decay. © June 13, 2001 Sir Walk-a-lot, III Virginia Salter Sir Walk-a-lot met Talk-a-lot and as they walked, she’d squawk-a-lot about the whether, it was hot and pollen that did plague alot in the springtime of the day. Then he would lead to cozy spot along the shore where man was not they’d sift through lunch that they had bought and he would seek congenial spot and attempt to have his say. Yet true to form, was Talk-a-lot, his say would rarely find a spot as she would speak more like than not seldom reveal receptive thought to him having got his way. Yet persevere, did Walk-a-lot to smile, cajole, beguile alot melting heart of Talk-a-lot silencing her squawking spot until she’d be held at bay. One day when defense was not her heart enamored as it ought from lovely strokes and words so hot Sir Walk-a-lot and Talk-a-lot did muse their thoughts so gay. Plans were made two-thousand-aught that they would wed in Camelot and build upon a little lot a wondrous home and garden spot and enjoy eternity away. © June 15, 2001 [This message has been edited by VAS (edited 06-15-2001).] |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Hhmmm...this guy looks mortally familiar! Enjoyed! |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Thanks, JLR, for reading! Glad you enjoyed. 'mortally'? |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Must have missed this earlier... very cute VAS..amusing word sounds and play .. I enjoyed the read! |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Thanks, Cpat! shoot, the last two graphics have disappeared. I'll try putting them back. |
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