Drunk Monkeys

Drunk monkeys turned over the outhouse.
Drunk monkeys have taken the farm.
They burned all the hay, plowed the fields the wrong way,
and caused the whole county alarm!

Drunk monkeys got in to my hen house,
choked chickens until they were dry,
and if you think you’ve seen a really bad dream,
watch monkeys when they get too high.

Drunk monkeys got into the farm house,
chased my dear wife and children away,
caught the school bus to school, acted a fool,
and then drove it back the same way.

Drunk monkeys ran off with my tractor
to where I really don’t know,
but if they don’t bring it back I don’t give a whack
as long as drunk monkeys, they go.

This has been another of my Exploding Dog Poems-- poems inspired by my readers and based on titles they send me. This particular Exploding Dog Poem was inspired by Bob Church aka Bubba. If you have your own blog or website and would like a link back then send me a title that will inspire me to write yet another Exploding Dog Poem and I’ll do my best to write it for you. And if you don’t have a blog or website then send your ideas and I’ll link anywhere you like. (Like your favorite charity, perhaps?)

Clever Cleavers

Clever cleavers lie in wait
your fate, they only know
for clever cleavers don’t hesitate
come time to strike a blow.

Beware the clever, lest ye bleed,
and the cleavers with their wit
for if you stand to close to them
they’ll cut you into bits.

My thanks to Sherry Chandler for inspiring this Exploding Dog Poem-- a tribute to Sam the real Exploding Dog. If you’d like to become the inspiration for an exploding dog poem and earn a link back to your website or blog then send a title suggestion to idleblogs (AT) yahoo.com and I’ll do my best to write it. So far I’ve managed 100% so odds are good you’ll get that link.

Dreams Lost Along The Way Home

I put 'em in my pocket
when I left on my way,
wrapped in pretty paper
I'd saved for such a day.
I tied them with a tiny bow
making sure to draw the knot,
put them in my pocket
so my dreams were not forgot.

I showed them to my mother.
She said, "They're pretty things.
Careful Dear, don't lose them.
Please don't lose your dreams."
Then I set out to see the world
and live what it might bring.

I traveled all across the land,
my dreams there by my side.
No matter where I traveled
they came 'long for the ride.
'Twas times I got real busy
but my dreams I'd ne'r forget.
I'd reach to check my pocket, say,
"They haven't left me yet."

Sometimes when I was feeling low
I'd open up my dreams,
count them all, add a few
and polish 'til they gleamed.
Then I'd wrap them up again
to put them safe away
knowing they would still be there
to dream another day.

Over time my dreams they grew
'til my pockets overflowed
so I put them in my backpack.
They were heavier than gold.
My dreams became my burden
and my travels, how they slowed
but still I kept my dreams
through the seasons hot and cold.

But then one day I checked my pack
to find my dreams were gone.
I'd gathered dreams from everywhere
but lost them going home.
I came home a broken man,
my lost dreams my sad lot
'til I reached into my pocket to find
a dream I had forgot!

And it only takes one dream to keep a spirit free.

This has been an Exploding Dog Poem, a once popular feature I've decided to bring back to life. The title for this poem was suggested by Greensboro, North Carolina novelest and friend, Nancy Bartholomew. Readers suggest titles and I write a poem to go with the title. If you'd like to play please send an e-mail to idleblogs (AT) yahoo.com and I'll try to write an Exploding Dog Poem for you.