Light Verse: "Hype"

[AuntShecky]

The Hype

Here’s a bright colt, itching to run;
His winning ways are ripe.
But betting’s no fun
With odds one-to-one – -
So don’t believe the hype.

Here’s a slugger, swatting with spark;
The slate of stats he might wipe.
It’s getting late and dark,
The ball’s still in the park – -
So don’t believe the hype.

A pol’s charisma cuts through the din;
His smile shakes off every gripe.
But the charm wears thin
Once we vote him in – -
So don’t believe the hype.

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[libernaut]

wow, i love the feeling of action and excitement in this poem. way to write!

[Pendragon]

Now that one made me laugh! Turning limericks into a three stanza poem! Encore! Encore!

Pen

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[symphony]

I second Uncle Pen on that. :) Encore!

[AuntShecky]

Serious topics-- life, love, death, etc., the "Big" subjects" -- perhaps call for a loftier, more formal kind of verse. But (for me at least) "light" verse is fun because the writer can use trivial, ordinary objects for subjects. Hence the following ditty about a most mundane household activity. We used to live in a charming, bucolic
setting, but during the Great Real Estate Bubble of a couple of years ago, the landlord got greedy and sold the house "out from under us." I loved the joint, but the water (groundwater from a well) literally "stunk." Hence, the necessity of. . .



Boiling Water

"Boil, boil, toil and trouble. . ."
--Macbeth


Something must've died in the well
To produce such a ghastly, sulfuric smell
Or maybe it's methane. Whatever the rap,
Here is the swamp, right here in my tap.

Despite the stink
We all have to drink
This unpotable liquid from the sink --
Which into a flotilla of pots I pour
Like a guerrilla in the Pollution War.
Such imprisonment of domestic resources seems strange
As does giving tap water a new home on the range.

Yet before the mephitic gas can burn my eyes
I watch the steam -- and the electric bill -- rise.
Then I pour it all into bottles, like Doctor Frankenstein
(Who never, I assure you, transformed water into wine.)

With the elements of the stove still red and a-glow
The component molecules remain two "h"s and one "o."
And with all due respect to what science can deduce
This is one element which a layman can't reduce.

Like some loony alchemist getting his medieval butt out of bed
To try once again to coax gold to come from lead
Or -- endlessly rolling a rock up the hill
Just to have it rerun down in an ironic spill --
I'm just like Sisyphus or the optimist's daughter
To spend an entire morning changing water into water.


Aunt Shecky
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Now it's YOUR turn. Please share with us some of your light verses on ordinary household objects or activity. Your
poetry, of course, will elevate them all above the commonplace!

[Granny5]

Auntie, I appreciate the first part of your post. It's like getting a little Lit lesson and I really do appreciate you sharing your knowledge with us.

I love the poem! My daughter's well went sulfur or whatever you call it a few years ago and it does stink. Thanks for sharing!

[ampoule]

Love it Aunti, love it!

The water in the first house we lived in in Alaska had so much iron in it you could clank it with a spoon as it came out of the spigot. :D