Monday, December 25, 2017
Here and There
“Some Yule!
Grunting at stool!”
Said by 2 simultaneously.
Geraldine Tell Roselli and Hgg74.
Two planets, two festivals.
Allow some translation freedom.
Rhymes a wilderness!
Otherwise too complicated,
not to mention different stinks.
Labels: body, Christmas, festivals, planets, simultaneity, translation
Monday, January 16, 2017
Feeling Around Invention
Jersey Guy had to extinguish some
fires in Albany, so missed
out when the gang invented
the planet of Mariskosay.
So the in-jokes flew by him later,
and nobody seemed inclined
to fill him in.
Enter Laurel, who thought him
intriguing, and the gang asinine.
Laurel, he told her, was his
planet now!
And this lasted a while,
mutual infatuation.
Then, rather than cooling,
it deepened, so that the
two of them thoughtfully
assembled the planet of Runce-o-fel.
Most of Laurel’s women's bowling
team came immediately onboard,
feeling that Mariskosay had
become sexist.
And had run out of ideas generally.
“Stale, stale, stale!” Laurel sneered.
But Jersey Guy still didn’t want to hurt anyone.
Labels: imagination, planets, relationship, Romance, social life
Saturday, November 01, 2014
A Parable Between the Stars
Bellsome-9 made Heloise-16 his Dream Girl
But she objected, since his speech was halting,
and she felt that they’d never get to it. In the
dream, or the life.
As a result, she migrated, without permission.
And Glad-44, instead, clanged in.
Belsome-9 awoke with headaches.
Having heard the ad-whispers, he signed on to the
short string of planets. Starting with Rolful, where
they eschewed machines and robots, thus all work
done by hand. There he grew strong!
When transferred to Maxton, he found the same rules.
No wonder, it was the same planet! Those who know
Rolful humor can understand.
Final planet was Opera, where they sang everything.
When Belsome-9 finally got home from there,
he couldn’t stop. This made him popular with the
women-–and he had retained his muscular body
from Rolful-Maxton.
With so many actual girls he didn’t require a Dream
one anymore.
And he started writing songs!–-in Opera there had
been no actual songs, just workaday tasks, sung.
His first one:
Got a body out in space
and it made me an ace.
Now I write songs
to right wrongs
for the rest of it.
So that’s new.
A meadow is freshest
with dew.
The Culture Commissioner immediately declared him
a National Treasure, and his original Dream Girl came
sucking round, but he dismissed her “with extreme prejudice!”
Labels: dream girl, future, language, opera, planets
