Some call it beer but to me it’s called grog

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain

~

 

A broken torpedo got wedged in my eye,

making me squint out some tea

Laughed at a submarine sauntering by,

hoagies afloat on the sea

 

Gathering minnows from dams ‘bout to break,

opening flood gates again

Stood midst a puddle dressed up like a lake,

watching a red herring trend

 

Drove to the village where parrots can sing,

lyrics in cracker crumb chords

Clarinet solos encrusted with bling,

blended with Chevys or Fords

 

Fell off the wagon as drunk as a dog,

staggering, swaggering tail

Some call it beer but to me it’s called grog,

others will shout out, “it’s ale”

 

Snuck through the door where the hairdresser sleeps,

fondled her comb and her brush

Searched for the broom that her half-sister keeps,

swept but there wasn’t a rush

 

Gather your hopes in a jar on the sill,

pay past-due taxes on time

Ignore this verse, it is meant as a fill,

another stanza of rhyme

 

So here we have it, whatever you find,

words I decided to write

Merely a world that exists in my mind,

keeping me up late at night

 

Hoping for meanings as words start to dance,

all to a random request

Not even this has the faintest of chance,

I think it’s time for a rest

 

Author's Note

Nonsense - plain and simple. : )

Reviews

[NormaZ]

I love the lines “words I decided to write” love the words you decided to write in this poem!

[willweb]

Thank you so much Norma.

[D. Mansfield]

IF that is nonsense, it is of a very high caliber. I enjoyed reading it

[willweb]

Thank you so much. I appreciate it. Sorry for the late reply

[Soren]

Will I always loved Lewis Carrol and this reminds me so much of his writing. This was a wonderful romp through childhood and imagination of the ridiculous and humerous. Loved this one Will

[willweb]

Thank you my friend. Sorry for the late reply.

[keith]

invented by monks? maybe?
seems i remember many tales of earlier generations drinking beer or mead or grog because the supposed drinking water was dangerous crap

ya had me at the word BEER!
many a day did i partake ... none now
you have hit the nail on the head

i drove many a mile for a lone star!
good write ... plai and simple nonsense

[willweb]

Thanks so much Keith. Lone Star was my beer of choice when I first moved here, now I have moved on a bit.

[emmajoygreen]

Late night reading,definitely my last. But, what a way. to end!: with very loud laughter that's woken the dog! However, pretty sure this poem will give me the happiest of sweet dreams. Your meter is on the button; there is not just a poem but a wonderful wandering tale here; there are some great phrases included.. those for another time. Thank you willweb.. a great finish to a day in town with all its noise, etc.. this laugh has cheerfully calmed me!

[willweb]

Sorry for the late reply. Happy my poem could infiltrate your dreams and bring a smile to your sleep. : )

[emmajoygreen]

Forgiven. :)

[Betty Hermelee]

A marvelous and humorous journey my friend; you must have either high or over tired to write such wit.... how on earth did you think of all these quirky things that late??? a lot of quick thoughts popping into your head, but it came out quite clever...thanks for sharing your late niter's
Warmly, B

[willweb]

My mind is sometimes a very strange place. : )
Thanks so much betty. I am happy you had fun with this one.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome dear friend!
Warmly, B

[Neville]

brilliant & then some .. simple as that .. Neville

[willweb]

Thanks so much Neville

[William Michael Reeves]

Writing under the influence again. I'm sure there's a 12 step group for poets like you. But I can't ignore that one line. Gather your hopes in a jar on the sill, will. How better to see it fill? All that sun, and time to kill watching for it to spill. Dancing on your words is a real thrill!

Bill

[willweb]

Thanks so much. Poet rehab...I'll have to look into that. : )

[John the Baptist]

Well, you just let your imagination run wild, didn't you? Interesting result, though. When you're not trying to keep to a story line or make a point, the mind is freed to accept what comes. What appears here has no linear cohesion, but the meter, rhyming and imagery are great. Set it to music and you'd have a first rate drinking song.

[willweb]

Thanks John, just a moment of abstract thought that snuck out when I wasn't looking.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"a puddle dressed up like a lake" and "the red herring"...so smart with your play on words.
Don't rest, keep dancing...the wagon will still be there when the music stops.
j.

[willweb]

Thank you so much my friend.