A Poem a Day in February (PaDiF)

The winners of the nonsense poetry contest are:

Jenny Wettersten for first place with 6 votes, for Dog Biscuits,

Carol Verant Arola for second place with 5 votes, for Nonsense Clerihews

JoAnn Boorman for a tie for third place with 4 votes each for Mr. Biscuit and The Day I Learned to Fly

Dog Biscuits, by Jenny Wettersten

Our poems this week, something silly you say,

Does hugging a stranger count in any way?

The UPS guy

And I.

We hugged and he said, “You’re so sweet,”

Not true, but to hear it was neat.

For years he has brought treats for the dogs,

He takes time to chat though his schedule it bogs.

Ever nice and always a smile,

Good to everyone mile after mile.

In the cities, I am told,

Packages get stole.

Up here in the sticks,

There are no such tricks.

The boxes by the door,

With biscuits galore.

Last he was here he gave me a shout,

He said he was glad we were on his route.

Their family dog had just died,

We both stood and cried.

He needed to talk, I could clearly see,

I listened to him with great empathy.

I know this much is true,

We both love our pups, we surely do.

Today I caught him before he resumed his ride,

I asked him to wait while I ran inside.

We gave him a card and a little note,

I think he got a lump in his throat.

This fella likes the pups and is kind,

That’s all that really matters in my mind.

The chaos of the world stood in relief,

As we shared in a quiet moment of grief.

It was okay for this man to tear up,

He cried without shame, about his pup.

The UPS guy in the brown van,

It is he who is sweet, a humble man.

Nonsense Clerihews — by Carol Verant Arola

There was a guy named Pete

He had great big floppy feet.

He liked to walk around town

In his mother’s wedding gown.

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This poems about a gal named Carol

Her name rhymes with barrel.

Her brothers loved to rhyme

They used it all the time.

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PaDiF was started by Denise

She couldn’t iron a crease

That’s the only word that will rhyme

Believe me, I looked a long long time

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by JoAnn Boorman

There was a cat named Mr Biscuit

He liked to eat butter on a trisket

He’s a naughty, naughty little guy

But still the apple of my eye

He starts fights with the other cats

And has “time out” and is still a brat

He knocks things on the floor

Something that I don’t adore

If it breaks, well, it breaks

In stuff, he has no stakes

On the other hand, he’s very smart

Playing fetch like it’s a fine art

He’s also learned to catch a little ball

And is so darn cute I wanna bawl

He’s curious and makes me laugh

I’ll keep him on my cat staff

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by JoAnn Boorman

The Day I Learned to Fly

I was walking on a trail so high

A sheer drop that made me sigh

I was distracted, that’s not new

I was looking up into the blue

I got too darn close to the ledge

Before I knew it, I was over the edge

Plummeting down a million feet

Soon the ground I would meet

I didn’t have anything to lose

I flapped my arms like a gol-darn goose

To my surprise, I began to slow down a bit

Maybe if I flapped harder, it would permit

Me to avoid landing on my head

It worked and I must say

My flabby arms aren’t in the way

They are angel wings. And hey

I fly everywhere these days

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First published by Write Under the Moon on medium.com