Nominations for March, 2018

THE TOPICAL CATEGORY

1st - Rosie Perera with:
Uber self-driving car kills pedestrian =
I prefer cab driver skill. Less daunting.

2nd - Tony Crafter with:
The comedian Ken Dodd has died at ninety years old =
One sad day indeed. The Diddy Men are in total shock.

3rd - Adie Pena with:
Donald Trump's "America First" slogan ~
inflamed promulgators and racists.

Ellie Dent with:
Firearms in the USA =
Russia in the frame?

Julian Lofts with:
Snow in Rome ~
in newsroom.

Christopher Sturdy with:
Sir Kenneth Arthur 'Ken' Dodd, OBE =
The kind hero, bonkers turn; dead :(

Adie Pena with:
James Lee Duncan Carragher, a Sky Sports pundit =
Play nice? Crass, rude jerk spat on man's daughter!

Meyran Kraus with:
Stephen Hawking is dead =
Sad thinking heads weep.

Meyran Kraus with:
A crude land pretends I'm their top man.=
The American president, Donald Trump

Adie Pena with:
#DeleteFacebook =
To be fleeced? #A-OK!

Rosie Perera with:
The March for Our Lives rally against gun violence =
Never again! Hue & cry for all U.S. victims! NRA go to hell!

Adie Pena with:
The "March for Our Lives" demonstrations =
Oh, to vent at firearms in school murders!

David Bourke with:
Stormy Daniels and Karen McDougal =
Naked girls, many a customer. (Donald!)

Ellie Dent with:
Nerve agents?! =
Event angers.
Dharam Khalsa with:
National Pencil Day =
And a nice point, y'all!

Adie Pena with:
The Russians have retaliated =
United States has a rival here.

THE OTHER NAMES CATEGORY

1st (eq) - Dharam Khalsa with:
Fibonacci Sequence of Numbers (The Golden Spiral) =
Presentable as unique form of conch being sliced.

1st (eq) - Julian Lofts with:
International Women's Day ~
or adamantly "No, Weinstein!!"

3rd - Meyran Kraus with:
President's White House in Washington, D.C. =
Witnessed pure chaos with no end in sight.

View with:
Hyundai's Kona Electric SUV =
Nasty, raucous vehicle kind.

Dharam Khalsa with:
Now many Indians relate to ~
International Women's Day.

Adie Pena with:
The Gibson Les Paul Goldtop ~
got all 'Pops' doing the blues!

Tony Crafter with:
Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) (MND in the UK) =
Horrid illness, it can make muscles atrophy a lot.

Meyran Kraus with:
Cambridge Analytica =
America acting badly.

Christopher Sturdy with:
Strong Thermal Emission Velocity Enhancement =
Oh no! Men call me this interesting acronym, STEVE

Ellie Dent with:
Wiltshire's Stonehenge Monument =
Oh, muse or witness enlightenment?

Tom Myers with:
Amazon Prime Streaming Video Service =
I gaze on nice TV dramas, premier movies.

THE MEDIUM LENGTH CATEGORY

1st - Meyran Kraus with:

I guess every millennial knew the notorious term MAGA (worn by a sad, ignorant troll) stood for Make America Great Again...

=

But now, it looks like this means:

- Morons Are Governing America
- Manafort Already Got Arrested
- Mueller Ain't Going Away

2nd - Tony Crafter with:
My wife Olive got stung on the forehead by a huge bee.

She is at the hospital now; her face is really swollen and bruised ~
and she's feeling awful grim. Yes, poor babe; she nearly died!

Fortunately, I was close enough to hit the bee with a shovel!

3rd - Ellie Dent with:
And God said to John, come forth my son and thenceforth
you will be granted Eternal Life.
=
So John, long comforted, gladly did enter herein.
But he only came fifth and won a toaster.

Julian Lofts with:
"The profession of a traitor is one of the most dangerous in the world" =
Or Putin orders two stooges in fedoras to annihilate them offshore.

Adie Pena with:
The Education of Donald Trump
1. Kew-Forest School
2. New York Military Academy
3. Fordham University
4. Wharton School
=
1. Memory of a worthy kid in humdrum Kinder
2. Hated stay in Cornwall private school
3. Focus of NYC?
4. How to do Real Estate.

Dharam Khalsa with:
The Top Five Banana Producing Countries:
1. India
2. China
3. Philippines
4. Brazil
5. Ecuador
=
Behind:
1. Indian curries
2. Doughnut
3. Happier booze
4. Picnic via a leaf
5. Tropics plantain

THE ANAGRAMMY CHALLENGE CATEGORY

1st - Meyran Kraus with:

She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

=

"So my liege, how did you have that US slob elected?" I'll ask him.
He'll smirk, suavely scratch his head and say, "Fear".
"Ah. But also with that call-girl footage, right?"
- Putin's future confession

2nd - Tony Crafter with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

=

"SOS! Gas attack!" retched Gary. "Out, fast!"

He stumbled clumsily, like a bull in a china shop, survival the whole aim.

"Enough of your histrionics!" yelled his wife; "the dog has farted, that's all!"

3rd - Dharam Khalsa with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
They say, to hold anger is so harmful that it's as if a man
with such rage could drink the glass of a chemical poison,
but falsely believe that the other guy, his luckless rival,
would die.

Christopher Sturdy with:

She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
Russia's politically-motivated oligarchs infiltrate us.
Society has had enough of ugly villains backed by The Kremlin; The West flushes them out, although a fresh Cold War's ahead.

Adie Pena with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

=

Castor beans with ricin,
The lady shall eat;
Lima legumes with cyanide
Is a cookbook treat.
Though she could die,
A lovely Mrs. Pufferfish.
She'll savour things lethal –
A tasty fugu dish!

Julian Lofts with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
Hmm, we accused hothead Russia of using Novichok by stealth to lethally suffocate this old defector Sergei Skripal, along with daughter Yulia, in Salisbury. Hell, that’s vile! A sham!

Meyran Kraus with:

She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

=

"Hey, you fool!", that dumb little outlaw laughs (although the masked guy looks smart),
"I switched the glasses! You can't ever rival a Sicilian!"
...And he falls off his chair.
- The Princess Bride

Rosie Perera with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
A fable, a Dorothy Sayers tale: Death by strong acid stuff.
We all figure guilt, accuse Miss H. Vane.
Lord Peter Wimsey hit a hunch that'll solve it: "Ah, looks as though his cousin killed him."

Dharam Khalsa with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
A luckless guy stalls at a bar staring at his drink for ages.
A hateful cold bully watches, chugs it, "Heh heh!"

"My life is hell! I tried to flush it with poison.
You had to come over and save me!"

Ellie Dent with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
Death to traitors! Heed the suave, horse-riding, awfully macho Russian man,
who's usually posing bare-chested. A symbolic visual head. Face facts: it's
thought likely he'll fight to kill.

Ellie Dent with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
Pugnacity ... deadly; tough will
Over the state; wealthy ... bucketfuls
Illustrious, indefatigable, macho
Sarcastic ... he favors sly smirk
Outlandish. Oh, go! Hellfire, this head has
No shame!

Meyran Kraus with:

She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song

=

Pals,
Use your heads!
That whole chemical fog was accidental.
I'm highly, highly sure of this,
No doubt -
Do believe that!
I must flatly ask:
DON'T FAULT RUSSIA.
I shall recover.
Thanks -- Sergei

Rosie Perera with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
A colorful critter, what a lovely sight!
Such a skillful guy lives in a bog.
He eats ants, mites and termites.
It's the poison dart frog.
Uh oh! Adam had a full dish.
Yuck, woe! He's bellyache-ish.

Dharam Khalsa with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
Tough Stuff to Swallow: A Health Guidebook
Hemlock
Ivy
Strychnine
Mistletoe
Arsenic
Nightshade
Holly
Amaryllis
Daffodil (huh?)
Curare
Astragalus
Saltbush
Heaviest pesticide

Rosie Perera with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
My addiction's.... (Shhhhhh!!!!)
I drink such every morn, all day....
Ah, yes...untwist, glug a full shot before sleep.
It has a cost: it'll harm, as usual. It's fatal.
I will go to the grave because of.... Diet Coke!

View with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
What's sure, what's ahead?
Positive - luck,
Negative - bad luck,
Magical days,
Gloomy hell, holocaust,
Less fallacy?
Shush idiot, from the first breath,
The only sure thing in our life is DEATH!

Dharam Khalsa with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
Ah, she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song=
Oh-oh, I had a roadblock:
pride
greed
lust
envy
gluttony
wrath
sloth

Aha! A useful hack:
humility
selflessness
mature chastity
good will
a life thirst
amiableness
active high focus

Dharam Khalsa with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
Two colleagues sit at a bar. Both hold rum, have smalltalk.
The first guy chugs it fast, leaves safe;
the other guy drinks his alcohol idly, and dies.
Why? Clue: A harmful poison is in the ice!

Dharam Khalsa with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song
=
Douglas, a husband, goes to his church for a favor,
says, "My wife is poisoning me." Thus, the doubtful
clergyman says, "Hush, I'll talk to her." He calls
a little while later, "The advice? "I'd take it!"

Ellie Dent with:
She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison?"
He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life."
"Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you."
- Victoria Schwab, This Savage Song.
=
Salisbury attack:
So who is guilty? That suave Russian cheat? That ruthless, horse-riding
fellow - macho beefcake himself - tough, volatile, posing disdainfully?
He clearly had method.

THE LONG CATEGORY

1st - Tony Crafter with:
Our teacher asked the class what our favourite animal was and I said: “Fried chicken.”

She said that this wasn’t funny but I think she was wrong because everyone else laughed.

My folks told me to always tell the truth and I have. Fried chicken really is my favourite animal.

I told my pa what had happened when I got home and he thought our teacher was probably a member of PETA. He said how they love animals. But so do I; especially chicken, pork and beef.

Anyway, my teacher sent me to the principal’s room. I told him what I'd said and he laughed too. Then he told me not to do it again.

The next day in class the teacher asked what our favourite live animal was. I told her mine was chicken. She asked me why. I said it was because you could make it into fried chicken.

She sent me back to the principal's room. He laughed and told me not to do it again.

I do not understand. My parents tell me to be honest but when I'm honest the teacher doesn’t like it at all.

This morning, my teacher asked me to tell her what person I admired most.

I told her 'Colonel Sanders.'

Guess where I am now...
=

Pamela, a blonde, city girl, married a dairy farmer named Chuck.

One morning, on his way out to check the cow herd, Chuck said to Pamela: 'Listen, Pam, the insemination man is due to come over at midday to see about impregnating one of the cows. I've hammered a nail into the rail above the cow's stall in the barn. Can you show him where the cow is when he gets here?'

'Okay, Chuck, will do,' replied Pamela.

Then Chuck headed off to the fields.

Later that day, the insemination man knocked on the door.

Pamela led him out to the barn. They walked alongside the cow stalls and when she saw the nail, she said decisively, 'Okay, that's the one... right there.'

Impressed by what he'd initially thought to be an attractive but dumb airhead, the man respectfully asked: 'Tell me ma'am, how did you know this was the cow that is due to be inseminated?'

'That's simple; by the nail over its stall,' Pamela explained assuredly.

'Okay, I see... and what is the nail for?' asked the man.

She turned, started walking off and, with supercool confidence, said over her shoulder ...

'I assume it's to hang your trousers on.'

2nd - Christopher Sturdy with:
"Easter is…
Joining in a birdsong,
Eying an early sunrise,
Smelling yellow daffodils,
Unbolting windows and doors,
Skipping through meadows,
Cuddling newborns,
Hoping, believing,
Reviving spent life,
Inhaling fresh air,
Sprinkling seeds along furrows,
Tracking in the mud.
Easter is the soul's first taste of spring."
- Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes

=
Yoga is...

Making friends
Inspiring... and sighing!
Noticing this world
Discovering one's whole
Fun while being spiritual
Understanding, adjusting
Learning balance,
Never losing awareness of the present
Energising, progressive
Stretch, hold pose, build and...
Smile through mild pain!

Yoga is building on skills for myself while I work off work stress.

3rd - Dharam Khalsa with:
This old fellow dies and goes to Heaven. There's St Peter, in a gleaming white polyester suit, and the Pearly Gates all encrusted with lights and neon. "WELCOME TO HEAVEN!" he says next, "but before you can get in, you have to answer a skill-testing question. What. Is. Easter."

The old fellow thinks for a moment. "Hmm... Easter... Ha! Isn't that when the fat man in the fur-lined red suit comes down a chimney and leaves presents for all the good little girls and boys?"

"No, I'm sorry, that's incorrect!" And a Heavenly choir could all be heard singing, "Awwwwwww........"

St. Peter winks, "It's okay, you get TWO MORE CHANCES! So, think very hard. What. Is. Easter."
~
"Easter...the tot's basket? It's aggravating...I used to know. Easter's when you play a trick on all your acquaintances, like leaving a whoopie cushion on the chair, for giggles."

"Sorry, wrong!"

All the gentle angels lament, "Awwww...."

The Saint challenges, "It's the final opportunity. Tell me, in twenty-five words or less...What. Is. Easter."

The man answers, "Easter...Why didn't you say so? I remember! It's when they hung Christ on the cross!"

All the celestial devotees fervently chant, "Marvellous!"

"And?"

"He died and the men put Him in a tomb."

"... And??"

"On the third day, He rolled the tombstone off, saw His own shadow, and detected six more weeks of winter!"

Adie Pena with:
The Best Picture nominees are "Call Me by Your Name," "Darkest Hour," "Dunkirk," "Get Out," "Lady Bird," "Phantom Thread," "The Post," "The Shape of Water," and "Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri" ~
And the Oscar goes to the superb Guillermo del Toro film about the disturbed mute beauty who rises and kinkily surrenders her heart and bare body to that kept amphibian specimen.

Ellie Dent with:
Go to your back door and look for the DOG.

If you see the dog at the door and he's wet and chilly, then you can assume it is raining.

But if the dog is standing shivering, cowering there outside and really soaking wet, it's
almost certainly raining extremely hard.

If the dog's fur looks like it's been rubbed up the wrong way, it's probably, more than
likely, very windy.
~

And if, God forbid, the dog has snow on his back, it is snowing hard, and drifting. Okay.
Great work.

So now, for one to be able to master telling the weather like this, you do understand you'd
obviously need to risk leaving big Henry, the unruly dog, outside ALL the time, right?

Especially if you're expecting any stormy, bad weather.

Yours sincerely,
Grimalkin, the CAT

Dharam Khalsa with:
You know you're getting old when:

Everything hurts, and what doesn't hurt doesn't work.

The gleam of your eyes is from the sun hitting your bifocals.

Your knees buckle, but your belt won't.

You sit in a rocking chair, and you can't get it started.

Your telephone contact list contains only names ending in M.D.

Your back goes out more often than you do.

You know all the answers, but nobody asks you the questions.

Your children begin to appear middle-aged.

Your mind makes contracts that your body breaks.

You finally got it all together, but you can't remember where you put it.
~
You've turned out lights for budget, not romantic reasons.

The best hours of your day are done the moment the alarm clock goes off.

It takes an hour to undress and another to remember why.

By now, your midnight oil is burnt up by nine o'clock.

You get your gym workout by being pallbearer to acquaintances who worked out.

You're incontinent, tinkling on many occasions in bulky Depends/Attends clothing, but not guilty.

You sink your teeth into a steak and they stay there. You gum your crusty baguette.

The dawdling old lady you help walk across the street is your wife.

Dharam Khalsa with:
Three ski holiday buddies were talking over tea about when life begins.
The first man argued that he thought it - basic motherhood -
begins the day and moment of the child's conception.
~
The second man said he thought it begins at the time of birth.
The third man cracked up, "You fools are both wrong about it!
Life certainly begins when the kids leave home and the dog dies."

Rosie Perera with:
"How about kids instead of looking to someone else to solve their problem, do something about maybe taking CPR classes or trying to deal with situations that when there is a violent shooter that you can actually respond to that." (Rick Santorum)
=
Boo! Such a rotten moron, monotonous brute! That is voodoo bullshit, like saying "Instead of making laws against pedophiles, let our tutors teach children to knit, so they can make little booties -- tight scarves, too -- to stay warm when they are raped."

Dharam Khalsa with:
Rhyme for Coral Snakes
Red Touch Yellow - Kills a Fellow
Red Touch Black - Venom Lack
Yellow Touches Red - Soon You'll Be Dead
Red Touches Black - Friend of Jack
=
Clever words toddler to old folks would remember
(if you're lucky). Check and if, by chance, the
jolly fellow has a black nose, he's a Coral Snake.
Curled? Look out!

Julian Lofts with:
Members of the acclaimed British rock band Queen:
John Deacon - bass guitarist
Roger Taylor played the drums
Freddie Mercury - lead vocalist, piano
Brian May - the lead guitarist
=

Idols:
or keyboards
Unique sound, married thrice
Better than Jagger I plead; colorfully bi/gay; death from AIDS
Venerable mastermind became an academic astrophysicist (truth!).

THE SPECIAL CATEGORY

1st - Meyran Kraus with:

Written In March (a Romantic poem by William Wordsworth)

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:
There's joy in the mountains;
There's life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!

=

The March

I see the virile forest offspring rising
When men with guns infringe on greener woods,
Their futile pastimes often terrorizing
Their residents and dooming all the brood.
The teeny animals ask what that's worth -
These lethal principals "we don't revoke" -
And how that trespassing will aid the earth
If they can let the acorn be one oak?
They tour on bleakly barren lands together
As avid scions with a brand new role;
Indeed I see each talon, paw or feather
Emerging now to net a single goal:
To tell the crew that shot their family
"You didn't just kill them. You're killing me."
Dharam Khalsa with:
A peaceful protest ‡
Feel up a spectator.

2nd - Tony Crafter with:
Two Poems by William Wordsworth

THE SOLITARY REAPER

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?—
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

*

A SLUMBER DID MY SPIRIT SEAL

A slumber did my spirit seal
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.

No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth’s diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
=

A SOLITARY MOTOR
By
Norman N. Mullins

On a gloomy night in Ireland, I am hitching all alone,
Down a spooky, rain-lashed lane, some miles from home.
A ghostly wind is howling and the night is devil-black,
As I sense that something's there, behind my back.

I turn and peer into the gloom, my heart beats fast with fear,
As through the eerie mist a very strange vision appears.
A car emerges slowly, no engine noise, no sound,
It rolls and stops beside me on the sodden marshland ground.

So, desperate for shelter, and without a second thought,
I clamber in to find the blessed solace I had sought.
And as I slam the car door, feeling rather worse for wear,
I turn and see to my alarm... nobody else is there!

Again the car starts moving, still no driver at the wheel.
Afraid, unable to suppress the helplessness I feel,
I babble in sheer terror, as ahead there looms a bend,
And I am sensing this, for sure, will be my sorry end.

When through the open window a ghostly hand appears,
And steers us round the bend! so in the thralls of horror, fear,
I push the car door open and fall into the night,
And then, both arms a'flailing, I run off in full flight.

Finally I come across a welcome village inn,
I rush inside and buy myself a massive warming gin,
Then the door flies open and two soaked men storm in cussing:
Are ye the fecker who got in the car that we were pushin'!?

3rd - Adie Pena with:
A POISON TREE
by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

=

A POISON PLANT

Wallowing, diffident I begin;
Bitter Oleander in that gin.
I may do it if I dare;
Rosary Pea and a prayer.

Twelfth month on the dwindling vine,
Fighting my way to the finish line.
White Snakeroot, lethal within;
Definitely did Abe's mom in.

Why withstand the morbidity
When giddy with mortality?
Deadly Nightshade, he who reigns;
Wild berries thwarted the Danes.

Two damn myths and ugly intent
Must end that big winded lament.
Water Hemlock guarantees...
Death, we remember Socrates.

THE GENERAL CATEGORY

THE ENTERTAINMENT CATEGORY

THE TOPICAL CATEGORY

THE PEOPLES NAMES CATEGORY

THE MEDIUM LENGTH CATEGORY

THE ANAGRAMMY CHALLENGE CATEGORY

THE LONG CATEGORY

THE SPECIAL CATEGORY

THE RUDE CATEGORY