Mister Bosh longs for snack foods

[nostamj]

from a long work-in-progress THE CHRONICLES OF BOSH - A Fictitious History of the Occupancy of Prince George, Part the First.


Mister Bosh longs for snack foods

But Missus Bosh has put both beige pumps
Down on the imperial, red, wall-to-wall carpet.

And so, no twisted or straight; no mini or King;
No soft or crunchy; no plain, unsalted or honey mustard–

Yum! But Misses Bosh has set her sensible shoes
Down and stated:

Cranberries! You don't have to cough up feathers
If you don't keep birds in your room.

And you know the dogs cannot be trusted to respond
In an emergency. I'll bring you Jello.

And your wooden spoon.
Missus Bosh kisses Mister Bosh's new boo-boo.

Mister Bosh salts his palm and licks in clean.
Thinks: Not the same . Asks Missus Bosh: Red?

Missus Bosh scolds him with that smile.
As if I'd bring something blue or green–

Mister Bosh stiffens in the chair. His helpful hump
Tingles. Incoming.

The green tastes exactly like broccoli.
They tried to serve that to my Dad.

Missus Bosh chides him with her other smile.
Yes, you have said so and often. So often Mister Bosh.

But Mister Bosh has drifted off
And now he dreams of pretzel armies
Marching on the endless red imperial carpet.
Armies of pretzels and collateral snacks–
Popcorn, peanuts, chips–
Crushed together into the stained and shredding
Imperial red carpet.

[nostamj]

1. gee... not even a pity kick.

Mister Bosh dreams about Iraq

Missus Bosh, wake up!
I've been dreaming about Iraq.

Daisies and gum drops, Missus Bosh!
Even the armless have armloads
And they dance a cakewalk
To a Scott Joplin tune
With white gloves and tap shoes.
The smiles are paint, Missus Bosh
But painted so prettily you believe them.

The children who held broken dolls
Are so much shattered meat now.

Hard work keeping you safe, Missus Bosh.

You're good with children, Missus Bosh,
Read them something comforting
And bring something to cleanse their blood
From my pajamas, from my pillow.

[nostamj]

2. .

why do i bother?...

[Buns_of_Fire]

3. *I* will kick thee, little thread!

Fly, fly away, and mingle proudly with your kindered electrons amongst the internets! (I liked it! :-) :thumbsup: )

[nostamj]

4. you're TOO kind and

I thank you. but GD has little patience and less interest in poetry, no matter HOW political and satirical it is....

perhaps if I posted my 1000 pages of rhymed couplets:

Sundry Notes and Observations on the Occasion of Scott Peterson and OJ Simpson Meeting Paris Hilton on the Set of "The Swan" (Unexpurgated and Annotatated)

?

just a thought. ;-)

[DireStrike]

5. LOL!

Well, this (the original work of the thread) is fantastic! Very fun and mind-pricking.

Erm... I don't know if I meant to say that... I'll leave the wordplay to you.

[nostamj]

6. "mind-pricking"

seems you're wordplaying quite well! ;-)

I am enjoying this project. I've been writing satirical LYRICS (parody and original) for the last year but this is my first in verse (as it were)

very glad you enjoyed it. ALL the BOSH poems (so far) are in a "Political Poetry" thread in the Writing forum

[nostamj]

7. oh well

didn't help... thanks anyway.

[Straight Shooter]

8. Whatta whiner! Okay, I'll kick.

;)

[NMDemDist2]

9. poetry? no wonder I couldn't figure out the tune to sing it to

you are a man of many talents my dear, but I fear poetry is a dying art

[nostamj]

10. true.

it's still being written it's just not being read. :shrug:

p.s. i *always* indicate the source when it's a song parody!

[Lisa]

11. "helpful hump"?

Delightful! Well done, Nostamj!