Wuthering Lows
A cold and dreary Valentine’s Day
beset with darkness, skies of
grey;
chill winds moving slow and
steady;
bleakness, swirling clouds which
eddy;
no pretence of welcome rain
nor sun to warm this dreary plain
…
While outside, warmth and sunny
breeze
with azure skies which gently
please
cannot appease the agonies
of love long lost by slow
degrees.
A Gander’s Dream
“What’s good for the gander is a
good gander at a goose.”-someothernon
The youthful gander would meander
and he’d ponder while he’d
wander.
Surreptitiously, he’d gander
in the hopes that he might pander
to some goose that’s on the
loose,
and so he’d follow some caboose
of likened feather, whence
together
they might flock in fowlish
heather
where her wonder he could
plunder,
knowing none would put asunder
what these birds, flown out of
hand
into the bush, their promised
land,
agreed by deed that they would
join
and henceforth none would e’er purloin
their love: a pairing worth far
more
than what their sum had been
before.
Thus nightly he would dream and
wonder
till the dawn came up like
thunder.
Postnuptial Agrievements from
the Bearded Tribe (in 100 Words)
Mankindliness:
Under water
’cause I bought ’er
what I liked,
not what I oughter.
Drinking Takes Second Chair:
Man’s primal fear
year after year
is loss of beer nuts,
not of beer.
Two Too Many:
Behold my wife
who wields a knife.
She says they’ve caused her
too much strife.
Here Yesterday, Gone Today:
Now and then,
the best of men
would like to have them
back again.
Unsobering Thoughts:
So I’ll drink more
right here and now
to help forget
when, where, and how.
Close Shave:
This rant and rave
is yours to save.
My moot tribute
to Burma-Shave!
Ken Gosse usually writes short, rhymed verse using whimsy and humour in traditional meters. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, he has also been published by Pure Slush, Home Planet News Online, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and others. Raised in the Chicago, Illinois, suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, for over twenty years, usually with rescue dogs and cats underfoot.
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