Lambpants Poetry Corner

What Superman Eats

Spam works deep magic
for earthbound farmers,
salted Smallville souls
who fry their eggs
with it.
Spam, dressed in syrup,
is ambrosia for folk
who believe that
meteors make
a man.
Spam, yearning to be ham,
is packed, instead,
for a grocery shelf
in an outer space
half-life can.
Spam, perhaps, is merely
all the compacted bits
of a son's lost lunch
after he left
Krypton.

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Hot Biscuits

When you said those words,
I wondered at what you were talking about.
But then I saw the trumpet flowers,
you know, those fat pink ones.
Then I understood.
And suddenly, it seemed to me,
that you were destined to rename
all the world's most unpronounceable
flowering bushes.

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Lamberick

A Lamb at one Birmingham school
Wore blue pants with cuffs that were cool. His parade for the nurse
Knocked an office clerk’s purse
To the ground in a sleeping man’s drool.

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Haiku

Lambs frolic in fields
Meadows are cool with wet grass
Baby goats are there

Lambs with blowtorches
Wear helmets to mend fences
Baby goats, don't look

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A Fasionable Sheep

There once was a Lamb named Shakespeare
Whose fleece was too lovely to shear
When he went to France
He came back with Lambpants
And wears fifty such pairs in a year.

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Toast Bones

A plate of toated Sunbeam slices
Butter melted through each center
Chewy, almost too hot to eat, but
Perfect for careful bites before
A tall glass of ice cold milk.
Excused from table, I think of lunch.
It occurs to me that a future sandwich
Will share the same fate as these shells, Hollowed and empty on my plate.
I always leave the crusts alone.

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O, Possum

O, possum, possum buring bright
You're in the roadway of the night
Did you get blinded by that light?
O, possum, possum, possum.

O, possum, possum in that road
Got hit by a truck with a two-ton load.
What was it that hit him? He never knowed.
O, possum, possum, possum.

O, possum, possum covered in red
Smooshed by a truck 'twas owned by Fred.
'Tis all that was written, no more to be said.
O, possum, possum, possum.

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The Dreamlambs

Spread the word across the land
So every kid will understand.
There’s magic in the night, you’ll see
Behind the clouds are Lambs like me.

And from the stars, I’ll call your name
To look outside your window pane.
You’ll laugh and sing, and never fear
To fly up high with Lambs so near.

You’ll giggle lots, so join right in
And bring your brother or a friend.
It’s Love & Fleece for peaceful sleep!
(Can you imagine singing sheep?)

Into the night with leaps and bounces,
Skyward bounding, sweet LambPounces,
Soaring through the moonlight mists
Until you feel the sunrise kiss.

Then gently down you’ll start to slide
Ffrom sky to bed, a backwards glide.
And far from dreaming into yawning,
Breathing, smiling at the dawning.

All day long you'll hear us sing.
Like bells, the Lamb Songs always ring.
So when you have to go to sleep,
Please don’t forget your magic sheep.

The nighttime’s not so scary when
The DreamLambs come again, my friend.
Yes, we will dream again.

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