I’m miles away
From miles away
And happier this way.

Trilly ate a frog
And she ate another,
Then started gulping pollywogs
Straight from their marshy mother.
She wandered with a belly full
Of ri-bi-bits and croaks
That ricocheted around her skull,
Dirge of her eaten folks.
Trill couldn’t help but hum along,
Then had to skip a bit,
Then joined in the throaty song
And gladly went with it.
Trilly hopped the swamp,
Happily home in the bog,
Till something larger chomped
And became a bigger frog.

What poem do you want today?
Let’s pray with the pen.
“Most High,” I’ll say,
Then you come in,

“How ’bout a tale of terrible good
That turned to wonderful bad?
The lawless romance of red and blue
And the royal color their love grew?
Storms pouring souls?
A boy living with trolls?
A hopeful ghost in chains!
The girl with sun in her veins!
Polar bars giving rides
With tygers as our guides
To this riddle filled riot!”

It sounds like you should write it.

So I say start in the middle
Cause starting at the start
Is often more than a little
Hard to do without a heart
To beat and build upon.
The dawn’s already gone,
We’re off and running to
Something having grown
And no matter what you do
The end comes on its own.

I’m running out of time!
All these dreams I’ve yet to live!
I’ve done barely any crime
And have more guff to give!

I haven’t buried any treasure,
Never stole the gold to hide!
How can I take my measure
When I’ve barely even tried!

I don’t know a single elf or gnome!
I’ve yet to loot a zoo!
I haven’t got to haunt a home!
(Though suppose I may get to.)

I never overthrew a king
Or learned to darn my socks.
I regret so many things!
Like why’d I learn to read the clock?

Oh, it’s only noon?
And then the clock keeps rolling?
Though I’ve avoided doom,
I fear where midnight’s going.

You won’t take me alive!
I’ve nailed the door shut,
Booby trapped it with knives,
You don’t want to get cut,
I don’t want to clean up
So just stay back!
This thing’s gonna erupt!
These skunks will attack!
Every trap you can think of
Is ready to go!
From puppies to puppy love,
It’s ready to blow!
I’ve bolted beams across the walls
That dinos couldn’t crack.
This is a cage that calls,
“Get lost or get whacked!”
You couldn’t enter as air!
I’m safe, without doubt.
“Hello? Anybody there?”
Now, how do I get out?

I finally won at baseball!
I have a base and the ball
And even got a bat.
Now give me the trophy
If you ever want them back!

The Chimney Snult is built to bolt
Down fiercely fiery holes.
In waves of living flame it floats
Among the ash and coals.

It sits and sips upon the smoke,
It gobbles every spark.
Once one loved flame is lit and stoked
It rises from the dark

And wraps itself in sun-kissed cloak,
Lord of the hungry light.
Just listen for a sooty croak
To know the Snult is nigh.

While eating every Santa Claus
Dressed like a lucky flare,
The Snult lives for a single cause,
It has but one cold care.

The winter gives a blazing birth
To fire in chimney cage.
In the heat and heart of the hearth
The Snult dreams of ice age.

Some folks wake up inspired,
Not grumpy, grim or tired.
We’re all weirdly wired,
I wake up outspired.

I used to fear the woods
Till I met its clawed and furred,
Shared berries and fish
And picked out their burrs.

I used to fear the sea
Till I met its scaled and finned,
With depthless wisdom
And endless toothy grins.

I used to fear the dark
Till I met its monsters,
The kindest creepers you will find
And scholarly on stars.

I used to fear other people
But that came to an end
When I learned they’re afraid of my friends.