Dear George,
Today our Poetry Writing
Workshop came to an end. That
makes me sad, though, of course, one doesn’t need a workshop to write a few
poems. Here are some of my
products from the Spring quarter.
Love,
Dave
Bigfoot Lives
Last month I went on a U.P.
trip
I found a motel near Birch
Creek
I hadn’t been home for years
and years
The land still retained its
mystique
I hiked for miles in the
wilds of the forest
Woods teeming with cedar and
pine
The snow on the ground made
walking a struggle
Dead deer were an ominous
sign
I found large tracks heading
off to the north
Two feet long and nearly as
wide
It couldn’t have been a bear
or a cougar
It had moved with a gigantic
stride
I followed those tracks to
the heart of the woods
A loud wail burst forth from
the trees
At a distance I saw a blurry
shape
I felt myself flinch and then
freeze
The creature started to move
toward me
I couldn’t believe my own
eyes
He must have stood over eight
feet tall
And he bellowed great howls
and cries
I started to run as fast as I
could
But the beast was much faster
than me
He knocked me to the ground
with a piercing blow
Then he pinned down my chest
with his knee
He had blazing red eyes and
horns on his head
He was covered with matted
black fur
I kicked and struggled and
tried to break free
But his foul breath made my
eyes blur
The monster pummeled my head
with his arms
He was snorting like a bull
through his snout
My heart was pounding like a
battery of drums
It was then that I must have
passed out
When I finally came to, the
beast was gone
I’m amazed I survived my
ordeal
Some people still wonder if
Bigfoot exists
This poem surely proves he is
real
What
They Thought About Humpty
Prologue
All the
King’s horses and all the King’s men
Couldn’t put
Humpty together again
What the
King’s men thought
This King has
drunk too many kegs
He forgets
we’re the palace guards
What do we
know of broken eggs?
That Humpty
is nothing but shards
What the
King’s horses thought
We are
horses, for God’s sake
We don’t even
have any hands
We’re ever so
sad to see Humpty break
But the King
should rethink his commands
What the
King thought
These are the
world’s worst horses
And I’ll need
to replace all my men
Next week
I’ll have better resources
We’ll put
Humpty together again
What the
Queen thought
My husband
the king is a schnook
He didn’t
even put me in the rhyme
I’ll bring
this smashed egg to our cook
She’ll whip
up an omelet sublime
What
Humpty thought
I should
never have sat on that wall
I’ve always
been wobbly and tippy
Now I’m
broken into pieces so small
And my
innards are disgustingly drippy
What
Humpty’s mother thought
How could you do this, cruel
Humpty?
Fate has played us a terrible
joke
It’s painful just to be a
Dumpty
We’ve nothing of Humpty but
yolk
What
Humpty’s wife thought
I
fear that's the end for my Humpty
He
was always a fragile sort
We
planned for a baby Dumpty
But
now I am free to cavort
Death Sends Warm
Regards
A
while ago I had a chat with Death
She
scared me and I tried to get away
Her
pale white visage took away my breath
“Relax,” she said, “I’ll come another
day”
Then
Death returned as she had vowed to do
She
said the time had come for us to leave
We
held each other’s hands and off we flew
I
hoped my chums would find some time to grieve
I
met St. Peter at the Pearly Gate
He
handed me a long form to fill out
I
couldn’t think of anything that great
I drank too much and acted like a lout
So
that was the end of my days on Earth
I
haven’t any stories left to tell
I’d
like to say that everything’s been mirth
Except
that it is quite hot here in Hell
An Ode to the Green
Bay Packers
The Packers of Green Bay
are America’s team
They’re the only group
owned by their fans
They first got started in
nineteen nineteen
Their field didn’t have any
stands
They beat Menominee in
their very first game
The score was fifty-three
versus zero
They had guys named Biggy
and Hexbert and Sam
Captain Curly Lambeau was
their hero
When I was a kid Don Hutson
was the star
An offensive
force, he played defense too
The greatest receiver in
league history by far
Three NFL
titles were his due
Coach Lombardi arrived in
fall fifty-nine
He brought
fame and glory to Green Bay
They won the first Super
Bowl in sixty-five
Then Super Bowl Two went
their way
Brett Favre joined the Pack
in ninety-two
He stepped in when Magic
got hurt
Seventy thousand yards is
what Brett finally threw
Two Super Bowls in that
Packer spurt
So that’s how it’s been for
us Green Bay codgers
Our moods are altered by
the Packers’ fate
Right now all our hopes are
with Aaron Rodgers
We’re sure he’ll be nothing
but great
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