The Lulu and The Buh

In homage to Lewis Carroll's, "Jabberwocky."

~~~The Lulu and The Buh~~~

'Twas a lofty Lulu bird,
cackling chirps and overwrought,
waddling toward burbled bank,
chicken claws scratching,
feral beak snatching – 
and so seeming, it drank.

Then, came up nigh gentle
swag-bellied Buh,
padding paws and tongue lollygagging,
bright eyes a' twinkle,
soft tummy sagging—

Yet, "Avaunt! Go back! You cordial cur!
I needs wet my throat when my thirst hath stirred."
'Twas bestial bird setting forth fulsome bane,
charging winsome foe with all noises profane.

It Gawked while it Squawked,
eyes bulging to beak.
It Whooped while it Swooped
down on plump Buh, the Sweet.

Why, this fowl Lulu bird sustained such the Brouhaha,
like wrath or near none e'er seen nor saw.

Finally, after crescendo of so many Yawps and Boos
it resigned to an end with one grand, Hullabaloo!

Meanwhile, the kind-natured Buh
neither Ruffed nor Grrruffed,
but merely sat, mouth stretched wide,
all full of slobbery stuff.

Now, virulent bird Lulu, languor lastly seizing hold,
knew the night was upon and lay down;
could but cast baleful eye o'er yon

to the roly-poly Buh,
merrily plopping just beside
ruffled frenzied feathers –

The Lulu: no vigor left to snide!

 And so fiend and foe lay juxtapose in slumber,

with Lulu bird aplomb,
and bedraggled Buh rotund.

Yet, as the two reposed,
so compatible now they seemed,
the fubsy Buh, tongue-a-drip,
by groggy, innocent means –

Turned and rolled right upon
that lofty Lulu bird –

Squashed him lifeless whilst he dreamed.

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Pickle Soup

In homage to Shel Silverstein.

~~~Pickle Soup~~~

Pickle soup 

of consistency thick, it won't trickle soup. 

Green-orange with flecks of pepperish corn 

pour me some, please,

I savor the ease 

of which it stands still upon my tongue. 

Vegetable blend, 

medley in jug, 

crock of mongrel, 

flavorsome sludge; 

pickles with potatoes 

pickles sole, 

pickles and confectioned mushrooms with cream; 

mustard seeds salted lightly, 

buttered onions, 

flour steamed, 

made to simmer, 

set aside so not thinner 

than commonplace bilge, 

hides in pantry 

where we can't see 

until ready to be served. 

Oh, juicy pickle soup,

an elixir,

panacea, fixer,

cold in china white saucer, fish crackers atop: 

I doubt I'll ever stop 

lapping you up!

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