Category Archives: couplets

The Worst of Rhymes in the Worst of Times


 
Slides exist, along with swings—
So do birds with broken wings.
 
Test the syrup in the cup.
If it’s bitter, lap it up.
 
Don’t despair when despots rule.
One day they’ll be dead—how cool!
 
Break bad habits or they’ll last
Even after your life’s past.
 
Happy are the ones who do
Homework by the rules—it’s true!
 
First or last, last or first,
These rhymes are the very worst!

 
Pretty bad couplets © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #186
 
More Poetry Pantry #427 at Poets United

Jump-Rope Rhymes


Whether you divide or add,
Snow’s not green, you silly dad.
 
Breeze beneath the bright blue sky,
Teach me how to multiply.
 
Poppies then and poppies now,
Poppies for my uncle’s cow.
 
If an orange could subtract,
We’d be doomed—now, that’s a fact!
 

 
Couplets © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #181
 
More Poetry Pantry #422 at Poets United

Blue Monday: Lemons

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A mural honoring lemon growers, Exeter, California.
 


The lemons in my basket
Are plump and ripe—not sweet!
But still my lovely lemons
Are good enough to eat!
 
If you’d prefer a mango,
There’s not much I can do,
For all these lovely lemons
Were gathered just for you!

 
  
Poem and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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Blue Monday: Pigeon Whisperer

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A young visitor seems to be talking to pigeons near the koi pond at Japanese Friendship Garden, Phoenix, Arizona.
 


What should people whisper to pigeons at the pond?
Any whispered word will do, as long as it is fond.

 
  
Couplet © 2018 and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
BLUE MONDAY BADGE

 
 
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The Pimple Ripens Slowly


 
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The pimple ripens slowly, so everyone can see
That this unsightly blemish is clearly part of me.
 
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Cancer turns a man to dust.
What is this, if not unjust?
 
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Empty your closet, toss out your belts—
With global warming everything melts.
 
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Is anyone clever enough to measure
The actual weight of the thing called Pleasure?
 
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My horse will wear silver, my horse will wear gold,
He’ll walk where he wants to, and not where he’s told.
 
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Your spine belongs behind you, not in front, my dear,
For if your spine were frontal, where would be your rear?

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #175
 
More Poetry Pantry #416 at Poets United

The Night Nursing Staff (and Other Delights)


 
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The night nursing staff—poor, overworked dears—
Are feeling the need to down a few beers.
 
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Cluck as you gallop away on your horse,
Blast your opponents, and chart a new course.
 
~~ ~~ 3 ~~ ~~
 
Dreaming of bodies that don’t look like mine
Helps me remember that we’re all divine.
 
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Fathers and sons and ghosts that are holy—
When they play soccer, who serves as goalie?
 
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The donkey starved at midnight and died against the wall.
For want of hay and water, the donkey gave his all.

 
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #174
 
More Poetry Pantry #415 at Poets United