wordsmith: Fifteen Minutes Of Fiction

The Tale of Iffy and Bifft

Now iffy and biffy were fairies of a most peculiar sort
And they'd often spend time on the face of a dime talking of fine drinks like port
But since iffy and biffy were poor folk, just that dime and some pie in the sky
They'd just sit there all talk and the people would mock how they'd never be able to buy.
And one day just as this was occuring, young iffy to biffy did say
"sure'n it would be grand if some 'un tripped in the sand and rolled a few coins out this way."
"it's true, t'would be grand," said old biffy, "to have all that cash quick to hand,
But so often I think, that to order the drink, so much taller than this we'd need stand."
"alas, tis too true," said young iffy, "for the bar we'd not reach as we are."
And it soon was decided that funds undivided were better for ladders by far.

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High-Velocity Lead or The Cowboy's Lament

It was a dark and stormy evening and I was just about to leaving
when some lightning spooked the horses and they up and run away
they were towards the hills a heading and you sure can be a betting
I was real upset and angry and this disruption to my day

But it weren't only the roaming of my ride I was bemoaning
as the ammo in the saddle bags strapped to 'em when they fled
and as the night comes down around me and the wolves prowl close around me
right 'bout now I'd trade those horses for some high-velocity lead.

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The Legend of Lost Lake Swamp

In the north woods where the wild wolves are and the coyotes howl at night
And the bobcats prowl the undergrowth in search of a tasty bite
Where the wind goes wuthering through the pines and the sound of the questioning owl
Competes with the lunatic laugh of the loon and the panther’s hungry growl
Up north in the land of lakes and swamps, of Northern lights and Snow
There’s a little cabin in the woods where the lonely hunter goes
It sits on a hill by Lost Lake Swamp surrounded by trees and air
There’s no human soul for miles around, you can shout and there’s no one to hear
But the hungry jay on his branch outside and the squirrel in his hidden nest
And the little songbird on the rock with his puffed up feather chest

And most times the loneliness is good and sometimes it makes you scared
If something happened to you out here how long until someone cared?
If you wandered down to check the stand and knelt beside the trail
And the wolf whose tracks you’re studyin’ sneaks up behind on the trail
And slashes you on the back and as you lay there bleedin’ out
You know there’s no one there to hear so you don’t even shout
And your ghost will haunt the lonely pines and wander through the swamp
And years from now the folks will tell of the legend of Lost Lake Swamp
And the hunter who was vanished there in the land of snow and northern lights
In the north woods where the wild wolves are and the coyotes howl at night

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To Mary

Mary, Mary, not contrary; nicest gal I know
Who's handmade cards and happy smiles set many hearts aglow
There's not a nicer lady anywhere in town
so happy birthday to my aunt, best wishes all around

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To Hitch A Ride

As I was driving down the road
To my suprise there was a toad
A tree frog on the window glass
Who clung despite us moving fast
As we went by at highway speed
This frog jumped on and hung with greed
Why hop five miles till your feet bled
When you can hitch a ride instead

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Memorial Day

On Memorial day we remember the past
All our soldiers and heroes who never came back
Those who died for our freedom and for our country
Here’s a poem for you and a big thanks from me

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Iambic seasons

Oh I can't wait for summer time to come
but when it's here the boredom makes me numb
so I can't wait till winter time is here
some people can't be pleased the whole long year

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Short

Summer was nice while it lasted
though it wasn't too terribly long
Yes, summer was nice while it lasted
'bout the length of one long country song

Oh summer was warm and quite pleasant
we got to hold one class outside
But summer was gone in a minute
when fall began hitting her stride

Now it's windy and cold every morning
with barely a break close to noon
But that's just how it is in the northland
summer's lucky to stay long past June

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Easter

To know the moment of your death
Know when you’ll take your life’s last breath
A blessing or a curse to some
To know your final hour’s come

I do not envy such a man
For knowing all along the plan
I respect the man who follows through
Couldn’t do the same if I were you

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