It’s been an ugly week. So here are some goofy poems to make you smile. Hopefully…
Robin L’Green, that blithesome thief, with arrow and bow he prowled every fief. Took rags from paupers and rings from the rich. Gave each to the other — a convivial switch. Took naught for himself, left naught for the lords. But filled beggars’ bags with plentiful hoards. He roamed through the sher’wood free from all ties. T’were none who could hold him though many did try. But King John was enraged and set trap for the fox. A test he’d not fail that led straight to the stocks. “A contest!” said John. “To the winner a kiss and the hand of my cousin. He’ll nary resist.” But Robin was wily, he came in disguise. And none were the wiser, he fooled every eye. He nocked his best arrow, shot straight to the mark. Won maiden’s kiss — along with her heart. Then swift to the forest evading all locks, with maid and his men — free! — that merry ol’ fox.
The Narcissist’s Selfie
Lord Pavo the Haughty was known far and wide for angelic mien twinned with devilish pride. He scorned all admirers, for none met his measure. His fine-feathered person was his only true treasure. But then came a day when he chanced to espy a beguiling brow an enchanting eye. How noble a chin! What radiant complexion! Such elegant form! He deemed it perfection. Struck down on the instant by Cupid’s cruel dart, this fair apparition ensnared his cold heart. But then when he reached out his love to enfold, he touched naught but vapor. T'was nothing to hold. And for many long years he’s pursued misperception, seeking solace in mirrors. But it’s only reflection. Though he’s captured an image he’ll ne’er feel love’s embrace, for his elusive love wears his very own face.
Ursula B. Theodore sent invites through the wood. “Come join with me for cakes and tea! So love it if you could!” She swept the path and donned her lace and set the tables so. With honeyed sweets and berried treats and cupcakes — just for show. Came Bjorn Raccoon and Albert Finch and Reynard debonaire. To garden glade and table laid with mounds of sweetened fare. In china cups she poured the tea and savored rising steam. While Reynard sniffed the herby whiff and said “I’ll have some cream.” Said Bjorn to Bert “We wash this first?” But Bert, he did not know. “Perhaps, I think, dunked in the drink, your cakes will turn to dough.” Said Ursula B. to gathered three “Now, isn’t this so good? Such civil tea, to you from me, brews up enlightened wood.” And so they dined urbanely in green serene spring air. No claws or teeth or raiding thief — thanks to an elegant bear.
©Elizabeth Anker 2022