Three Little Pigs!!

      Three Little Pigs!!

Have you heard the story of 3 little pigs?

One built his house out of twigs.

Another one simply used straw.

The 3rd pig was smartest of all.

He built his house out of bricks.

He built it way out in the sticks.

When the wolf finally got to his house

he was so winded he couldn’t shout.

He had blown over the other 2 pigs houses.

They both ran like little scared mouses.

I mean mice but, they ran like hell.

They outran the wolf as well.

They ran to their brothers’ house.

They started pleading like a mouse.

Let us in. The wolf is coming.

He let them in & said “ I’m not running.”

The wolf tried to blow down this house too.

He huffed and puffed till he was blue.

But, he could not blow the house down.

He said “I’ve had it” and he left town.

The wolf was never heard from again.

The pigs yelled “Hooray for them!!.”

The moral of this story is very simple.

I will give you a little hint though.

Pigs that can talk and build houses

are probably worth more than pork!!———R. W. Johnson—-(2012)

A Knight’s Tale

    A Knight’s Tale

A long, long time ago.

Or, so I’ve been told.

In days of old.

When knights were bold.

There lived a serf named ‘Pantsedalot.’

I’ll tell you how that name he got.

It was because he was pantsed a lot.

Sometimes he would pants himself.

As he ran around trying to help.

Down his pants would fall.

Then he would begin to bawl.

One day at a jousting match.

The serf was serving the days catch.

Fresh fish cooked just right.

Served to nobles as they watched the fight.

Someone ‘pantsed’ him as he went by.

As he fell the fish did fly.

Right into the kings lap.

There it landed with a smack.

The king was madder than hell.

He looked over from where it fell.

There was the serf tangled in his pants.

The king flew into one of his rants.

“Grab that serf and bring him here!!”

The serf turned white & trembled with fear.

“For doing such a graceful thing

I will make you a knight” said the king.

He raised his sword and touched the surf’s shoulders.

He said “I name thee ‘Sir Pantsedalot’,  The Bolder.”

Everyone roared with laughter and mirth.

The poor serf felt lower than dirt.

Now that he was a knight he was expected to fight.

He didn’t even know how to fly a kite.

He felt for sure his days were numbered.

About the results of this everyone wondered.

The serf was given armor , a shield, and a sword.

The king said ‘Great will be your reward.”

“Should you defeat ‘the Black knight’ today.

To you, I will give my daughter away.”

The serf secretly had a crush on her for years.

Everyone watching was giving him cheers.

Everyone watched as the battle started.

The Black Knight was acting half hearted.

They circled each other for awhile.

The serf made a couple of swings with no style.

The Black Knight just laughed at him.

He said “It is time for this charade to end.”

He took a mighty swing at the ‘new’ knight.

The serf jumped back with all his might.

The Black knight charged forward fast.

Then he tripped on the serf’s fallen armored ass.

the serf’s armor pants had slipped to the ground.

This saving his life as he looked around.

He jumped up and put his sword on the neck

of The Black Knight, who froze, his crotch wet.

“Surrender or die” yelled the serf.

The Black knight surrendered all to the serf.

The king was shocked and his daughter was happy.

The marriage took place and the people were happy.

So goes the story of ‘Sir Pantsedalot.’

The bravest knight who ever fought.

—————————————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

Punk Skunk Left A Stink

      Punk Skunk Left A Stink

Bucky the beaver was a good old guy.

He worked hard. Gave it his best try.

He thought it was what he should do.

Till he met Punk Skunk passing through.

Punk asked him what he was doing?

Bucky said “Building a dam”, while he was chewing.

Punk said “That’s Core of Engineers job”

“Who is that?” said Bucky, looking odd.

“Government workers” Punk said.

“We build dams till we are dead”

“Punk said “That makes no sense.”

“Government will build it. You collect rent.”

“That sounds great.” said Bucky.

“I guess meeting you was lucky.”

“How do I set it up?” Bucky said.

“It is easy.” Punk quickly said.

Punk laid it all out for Bucky.

Soon Bucky was feeling lucky.

He was collecting welfare & food stamps.

Core of Engineers were building ramps.

They were going to build a huge dam.

Bucky was living high off Uncle Sam.

Then came audits, taxes, and fines.

Before long Bucky was doing time.

Bucky thought he should have known.

Punk Skunk’s smell should have shown

him something stunk in the woodpile.

Now he will be jailed for quite awhile.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

The Lesson At The Banyon Tree

      The Lesson At The Banyan Tree

Where will we play today asked panda bear?

The orangutan shook out his underwear.

How about in the Banyan tree?

I guess that would be fun for me.

They set off through the forest.

They met a monkey that looked like a florist.

He had a big armload of flowers.

He was hiding like a coward.

Don’t be afraid said panda bear.

We’re not going to give you a scare.

We’re headed for the Banyan tree.

Would you like to come along and see?

The monkey tossed the flowers aside.

I will come and be your guide.

So off they went as happy as could be.

They were in search of the Banyan tree.

They came upon a babbling brook.

They got closer and took a look.

How will we get across this raging river?

Said the monkey with a quiver.

This is just a small babbling brook.

The orangutan said with a stern look.

Right up there we can jump across.

Come here monkey. I’ll give you a toss.

On they went deep into the forest.

It seemed to get darker along their course.

The monkey was getting a little frightened.

The grip of panda bear on his hand tightened.

Hey monkey, I thought you knew the way?

I did but, things look a lot different today.

On they went till they came to a gigantic tree.

It had lots of trunks, you see.

There it is yelled the monkey with glee.

I can’t wait to climb that tree.

As they got near they heard a deep voice.

What brings you to my tree of choice?

They all jumped and looked around.

There was no one to be found.

Look up here in the tree.

Now, do you see me?

It was a huge vulture sitting on a limb.

He looked like the devil was his next of kin.

We came to play in the Banyan tree.

Said panda bear as nice as could be.

Nobody plays in my tree without a gift.

The vulture was sounding a little miffed.

What kind of gift asked orangutan?

I usually like something dead.

They all looked at him with dread.

I was thinking more of love said panda bear.

Love? What is that? Something for my hair?

No, love like from the father above.

He made all nature and all we love.

He even made this Banyan tree.

He even made you and me.

I have never heard of this ‘father’.

They all told him of the creator God and His love for us.

The vulture was moved. Join me he said with no fuss.

Soon they were all playing in the Banyan tree.

Sharing brotherly love .There’s a lesson here for you & me.

Share your knowledge of the savior with all you meet.

You may end up with a Banyan tree treat.

——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fat Cat Nap

                Fat Cat Nap

Early one morning I awoke from sleep.

I had the urge to take a leek.

I dragged out of bed for a bathroom break.

I still was not fully awake.

I was still in a sleepy mood.

But, I felt like I needed some food.

I went to the kitchen to get a bite.

I found some cereal that I like.

The kitchen floor on my feet felt cool.

I still hadn’t put on socks or shoes.

As I sat at the table starting to eat,

I felt something against my feet.

It felt like whiskers, was my guess.

Probably Squally wanting food, no less.

Then I felt something cold and wet.

It was rubbing against my feet yet.

It was probably Squally so I looked down.

It wasn’t a fat cat that I found.

At my feet was a large rat.

I jumped & spilled cereal in my lap.

The rat was gone in nothing flat.

“Squally!!”, where is that fat cat?

I went looking to see where he was at.

He was in the living room asleep in a chair.

He didn’t even know the rat was there.

I let Squally smell my feet.

Hoping he would smell the rat & get to his feet.

He took a sniff of my foot.

Then gave me a dirty look.

Then turned over & went back to sleep.

He could care less about my feet.

Does this happen every time?

I am just playing a game in my mind.———-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)

 

Punk Skunk (4 poems)

Punk Skunk

Punk Skunk went to town

with his britches upside down.

Punk Skunk let a fart

and blew the sidewalk all apart.

When the police came to see.

Punk Skunk said “It wasn’t me.”

But, they knew that he had lied.

Cause Punk Skunk’s smell

could make you cry, or die.—————–R. W. Johnson—–(1984)

 

Punk goes to school

One day Punk Skunk went to school.

Just to see how much he knew.

The teacher said it’s time for art.

Punk Skunk thought she said to fart.

Punk Skunk passed an awful smell

that made the children cough & yell.

As the children choked & screamed,

Punk Skunk up & split the scene.

He said “Home is the place for me.

I’m smarter than them. It’s plain to see.”—–R. W. Johnson—–(1984)

 

Punk Skunk has a date

Punk Skunk called someone for a date.

He was told he better not be late.

When he arrived, she opened the door

&  immediately fell upon the floor.

She coughed & choked & held her nose.

Then sprayed him down with a water hose.

Punk Skunk ran away in tears

& hasn’t had another date in years.———–R. W. Johnson—–(1985)

 

Punk Skunk’s first job

Punk Skunk got a job one day.

Watching children while they play.

But, when the children came outside.

They coughed & choked & almost died.

They all fell upon the ground

& started spinning round & round.

Punk Skunk didn’t know what to do.

He thought, maybe,  they had the flu.

He thought they could use some air.

So he fanned his tail on everyone there.

But, when they started turning blue

Punk Skunk didn’t know what to do.

So Punk Skunk turned & ran away.

He quit his job that very day.——————R. W. Johnson—–(1985)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Pookey”

“ Pookey”

Oh, Pookey—you’re the most.

Your hard to find.

Just like a ghost.

You come and go.

just like the wind.

I never know

when you’ll be in.

Can you take me

wherever you go.

So that I’ll always be

part of your show.

From the highest mountains

to the deepest seas.

To life’s bubbling fountains.

Just you and me.

We’ll slide down a rainbow.

We’ll dance in fairy dust.

We’ll have a sparkling  glow

like the sun at dawn or dusk.

We’ll get lost in our magical world.

Riding dragons and having thrills.

Morning will find me curled up

In my bed . But,— where will you be??——-R. W. Johnson—–(2011)

 

Cat In The House

 

          Cat In The House

What’s a house without a cat?

Having a cat is where it’s at.

Despite the scratches & shedding.

A cat is better than a wedding.

A cat will sleep most of the day.

Very seldom does he play.

Just eats, pees, poops & sleeps.

He knows he is here for keeps.

He has gained weight like crazy.

Due to being ‘fixed’, maybe.

His claws can rip your skin.

Depending on what mood he’s in.

Sometimes he can even bite.

If he is looking for a fight.

He is finicky & picky with his food.

He will only eat when in the mood.

That mood is frequent for him.

That accounts for the shape he’s in.

I guess this all sounds pretty lame.

Having a cat is not a game.

Despite all that’s mentioned above.

He will fill your house with love.

So, if you do not have a cat.

Get one, because a cat is where it’s at.——-R. W. Johnson—–(2014)