Sunday, June 21, 2015

Father's Day Poem: "Lenerd's Folly"

Lenerd's Folly - By Barry

Canter First

A man t'ere was what made a milly dollies
And spen' but nickeled halfpence on a harse
This Harse her name was none but Lenerd's Folly
An' of the harses, strangest she was most

No gip-galontin' racin would she do 'I'm
No clip-carumptump canter could she stomp
All snippy snails and half-lid sleep-time munching
And full-breath napping, after half-step romps 

Letharger there were none among the cloppers
By neighers, snozzwise, she was lapped by none,
Bu' twon marked muscle was there, what could flex she,
This might, i t'were the snout! Strong as a sun.

No Nostrildamus knew so much as Folly
'Bout the turning of the tempermented tide
No nosy houndblood shoe-gummed near as neatly
As dear Folly, Harse of Harses, Private Eye.

Canter Second

Came time, a misty Monday, that aur Lenerd
Herd, in Cackle Gossip, of a queen,
Great Gems of clearest Crystal, it whir whisper'd
Vansh'd from the castle - awful clean

No Sine of robber's arc could there be plotted
No witnes' spied his intro nor his 'scape
No servant, matter how devote they sought it
Found notice of his marks nor scrap of cape

Many minits Len' spent jangle-clanging,
Pots and pans about her harsey crain,
In 'tempt to stub the Hiber nacu latin'
of this Snoz-champ racer's slumberbrain.

Bu 'twunce awoke the sniffy sleutho-longleg
An 'dwunce provide she been with sleuthy task
No pot'ner pan were need to mote her vations,
She snoofed direct to biz, no need to ask 

Canter Third

Past brooking trickles, o'er hillsy humplets,
Len an' his Folly wandered, crook't and curv'd
Close-tracing faintest whiff of clearest crystal
Around each robber's corner, swiftly swerv'd

Now strange a thing began to be a parent,
Close up on Queeny's Castle, Folly snuffed
And sniffling to the very gate, she snorted
Ol' Lenerd wondered had she given up?

"Ay Harse, what cost me near a cleanest milly,
Know not ye, here the crystal was at first,
We must now locate off-to where it's gotten
Lest re-ward we collect from Queeny's Purse!"

But into castle clomping went the snuffer,
Thru gabled arch n' down the crooked stair, 
To lowest, dankest door in all the kingdom
Wher' barely blew a bite of breathin' air

Canter Fourth

Now here the Queeny wondered and a-puzl't
Not knowing where to find this dankest key
To dankest door forgotten long and fully
In deepest dungeon, meant for none to see

So many mighty men she made to move it
With muscles mustered, puny planks gave way
And there in stony shelter, sat Queen's crystals,
Aside a fluffy rat, on bed of hay

All faith in Folly found the stun'd observers
A garland draped around her sleepy head
And at her raucous feast she slept as soundly
as fluffy rats, on comfy hay-strewn beds. 

A milly dolls, ol' Lenerd, was be-gifted
A just reward for bettin' on this horse
A true blue-sleuther, now by-Queen enlisted
A nostril-knight of Queeny's crystal court. 


4 comments:

  1. This is extremely fatherly both in tone and length. Where is dad's comment on here I wonder?

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  2. O Sillie Son I gen'rous praze ye
    For nostril-snozzy-horsey pome
    Many laffs were here-in give me
    Waiting paish till ye be home.

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  3. Deeply Flatter'd was the son by Komments
    Utter'd by the O Apostrof Kween,
    As Flattern'd as a skwrl on Asfalt,
    As Deeply as a Deep-dish soup tureen.

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  4. Ba'ry, u r mytee gud a' ths!
    I want to say more, but I can't login anymore,
    and I have spent all my time just trying to login.
    Send me some credentials and I will say plenty.
    UNK aka steveokeefemail@gmail.com THANKEE!

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