the parade

"take me with you," cried the little king, weakly.
all morning the troops had been filing under the balcony in their magnificent multicolored uniforms , red infantry, blue cavalry, green hussars, golden cavalry.
the dust settled in the street.
it was still morning.

hotel majestic 5:33 am

"all i ever wanted was to be free."
suddenly he heard a loud buzz.

4 poems

an xquisite flower named xantippe
grew on the banks of the mississippi
but she ran out of luck
when she was casually plucked
by a passing dirty hippie

a yammering gorilla named yunk
walked into a tavern and plunked
his money on the counter down
announcing with a fervid frown
"the economy seems in a funk"

a zealous headwaiter named zane
was racing for the train
when a monstrous yellow hound
knocked him to the ground
and he was never heard from again

an arrogant inspector named auguste
found some unfortunate dust
on the windowsill
of ernie's bar and grill
and acted judiciously, we trust

2 poems

a vicious doll named viv
was spurned by a spurious spiv
she sat in the vicars chair
with a sad and solemn stare
and had no donation to give

a wobbly elephant named willie
went out and drank himself silly
in a local pub
where they served weak grub
and the barmaids were all named millie

parting of the ways

"i never imagined, chester'," antoine cried vehemently, "it never occurred to me that you would turn out to be such a contemptible, absolutely unmitigated boor."

ubu conspirator

an urgent conspirator named ubu brown
shook the dust of the little town
where he had been born and raised
from his earliest childhood days
from his topcoat with an unctuous frown

survival

out on the sidewalk, a bag lady and a giant crab were fighting over a chicken wing.
hortense turned from the window.
"don"t you want to see how it turns out?", asked rodrigo, the masked man.
"no", said hortense "i think i will go to my room."

the romance of crime

a truculent bandit named turk

was averse to honest work

he broke the legs and arms 

of those who meant no harm

and disappeared into the murk

happy new year

 a senior accountant named slake

decided he needed a break

from the furious pace

of the endless rat race

so he baked a chocolate cake

murder in the night

explain to me again exactly what happened", intoned the inspector.
"well, sir, it seems that this young woman was on her way home from the symphony-"
"wearing orange spandex?"