Category Archives: light verse
Blue Monday: Snowman
A snowman ornament hangs on a church’s Christmas tree in Yuma County, Arizona.
The snowman with his trusty broom
Is able to clean any room.
He needs nothing more
To spiff up the floor—
There’s magic in his battered broom!
Limerick and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blue Monday: Archway
An archway frames the sky at Mission San Xavier del Bac, Tucson, Arizona.
An archway that frames the blue sky
Is worth looking for, and here’s why:
It makes the sky seem
To be Van Gogh’s dream,
Enchanting your mind and your eye.
Limerick and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Kiss the Acrobat
Kiss the acrobat goodbye,
Do not be afraid to fly.
Play the right chord, not the wrong;
I will listen to your song
And admire your awesome skill—
Aim for dulcet notes, not shrill!
Test your apron, tie it tight—
Hope your cookies turn out right!
I’ve been missing you a bunch—
Let’s have cookies for our lunch!
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #190
More Poetry Pantry #431 at Poets United
Blue Monday: Stained Glass
A stained glass window at Sacred Heart Church, Farmington, New Mexico.
A window stained mostly in blue
Can be quite relaxing, it’s true.
It soothes and it calms
All fears and all qualms.
There’s nothing quite like it for you!
Limerick and photo © by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Famine or Feast?
In a little storybook that I read both day and night,
A man heaps feast-food on some plates, but keeps them out of sight.
His wrinkled visage dares to me reach for juice or wine,
But when I do, he slaps me with twisted fishing line.
My luck is next to nothing, I’m down and out, you see;
The table spread before me was never meant for me.
If you have hair, it’s easy to charm the serving-man
Who keeps the sideboard groaning with cake and wine and flan.
But if your hair is thinning and showing roots of grey,
The keeper of the sideboard will swat your hands away.
The moral of my story, if moral there may be:
There’s nothing wrong with hair dye, or using flattery!
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #189
More Poetry Pantry #430 at Poets United
Blue Monday: Stairway
A locked gate at the top of a stairway in Sedona, Arizona stops pedestrians.
If upstairs was where you would go,
There’s something I think you should know:
You cannot go past
The gate that’s shut fast—
You’ll have to stay down here below.
Limerick and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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The Sun’s in My Eyes
The sun’s in my eyes, I fear I’ll go blind.
There’s ice in the attic, and I’m of a mind
To look for a world that’s calmer than calm,
Where even the view from the bathroom is balm;
No astral projections, no blood on the floor,
Sweet music is all that I’m looking for.
How fluid is life, how fleeting, yet sweet!
Now that I’m done with this rhyming, I’m beat!
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #188
More Poetry Pantry #429 at Poets United
Old Age
Old age is a neat little trick
For people who never get sick.
But if you’re not well,
Old age can be hell—
As if you were hit by a brick.
Limerick © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Blue Monday: Global Friendship
A mural in Stockton, California celebrates friendships around the world.
The hand of a friend may be brown,
Or maybe it’s white in this town.
Whatever the hue,
I know this is true:
A friend lifts you up when you’re down.
Limerick and photo © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Aphorisms
Write your name outside the box;
Help your neighbor mend her socks.
If you use your white paint first,
Things will go from worse to worst.
Anything on page sixteen
Will remain, by Jove, unseen.
Sentences are like a thread
Leading to the living dead.
Letters written by one’s hand
Are most certain to withstand
All the ravages of time,
Quite unlike this awful rhyme.
Poems © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #187
More Poetry Pantry #428 at Poets United
