There once was a ghost on West Hollywood. who swore he sang with Elvis at Dollywood. They picked and crooned Blue Swede Shoes and wiggled their pelvises to OO-OO-OOO’s, Alas, his fank-OO-ver’mushes got BOO'd.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I ain’ skeert o’ goblins an’ ghouls. Ain’ who skeers me a’tall, a’tall. It’s ‘em greedy, two-faced political tools throw me. Skels ain’ on the ball a’tall, a’tall. Look, you ‘n’ me, we ain’ no fools. ‘ose witches and mavens ‘re all about tricks an’ rakin’ in kazillions in treats. Uh HUH. Let’s give ‘em jawbreakers and sour balls. Stick to the fingers of the stealin’ DUH’s.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
There once was a ghost from L.A, who “borrowed” from Wardrobe some glitz. Bit much even for Hollywood, but Hey. What’re a few rhinestones on a witch? You will see her light up the sky tonight. Don’t be jealous. She looks a fright!!
Go You, Sweet Pea!! You make me green as a goblin at your ability to craft such loaded and dense (in content!) genuinely funny limericks that tell more than a story or two. Like the interweaving of real-life with fantasy, too. Very well done and hope your tummy ache is better?! :)) oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo LOL Kate xx
Bless your little...yeah, was gonna say Pea pickin little heart LOL this is MO than good, it's better 'n' good. :) Love your clever, sharp humor--BRAVA! (And you, most of all)
What a riot! You're unique, Miss Pea, you're the only poet on the web who didn't try to scare me to death! And don't you eat all the candy, tonight; remember it's for the little grown-ups.
That's right. I am Ms. Hollywood and I do wear rhinestones. Get them in baggies of costume jewelry at garage sales. Don't be jealous, I am the Witch Rebel With a Cause ... James Dean's ghost is who I walk with tonight on the Boulevard. TREAT of the stars Hollywood Walk of fame I walk, MUSCLE cars, LEATHER jacket, GREASED hair, and a TRICK attitude! Call me Sage. Happy Samhain, Pea!
Sage
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 31, 2005
Silly? Drat, I was thinking about how profound all of this . . . er . . . stuff was. You have deflated my balloon.
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
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Love you lots,
Tami
Bless your little...yeah, was gonna say Pea pickin little heart LOL this is MO than good, it's better 'n' good. :) Love your clever, sharp humor--BRAVA! (And you, most of all)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :D *big grins*
Reindeer
Calvin
Paul;-)
Carmen :-)
love and peace, Carole
Take care,
Sherry
Sage