Choice on the Platter

Allow me to introduce myself,

I’m Lucien Mouces

and I’ve something’ to say

about those Buck horns

try’in to court my sister today;

I know I shouldn’t have done it,

but I read her diary, Ha!

and I’d rather suck a seed

than become related to any one

of those gummy sticky
mess o’ fellas.

I ain’t kidd’n yah,

The choice on the platter

would reduce a bull eating

(He’d never get fatter)

Every one o’them’s

like the root of a toothache,

I’d pulverize ‘em

if given a chance.
They’d need more than a

primitive bandaide

to stem the flowing

from one ocean to the other

from my twisting of their

goose tongues, rib warts, and other

Devil’s shoe strings

to prevent and cure their affection

and itch for my little sister

 (oh, did I mention?)

You see, Phyllis is my little sister,

my one and only kin,

Blond as Indian Wheat

tender as the first new leaves of Spring

‘Ere, my little upshine!

Back to her I’ll go

If and when she needs me

to guide and protect her so,

Ever since our father died

as he lumbered through a region

within the bowels of our mountain, Nelly

to draw forth a felon;

40 years within the ground he lay

(I’m loathe to re-live the pain)

before the mountains of debris

from an avalanche
could be removed

to reveal his remains.

I’ve felt responsible

(Now, aren’t I the rightest?)

to kill the worms, well,

at least the politest

would be to reduce the fever

of John Dice, Luke or Rhea’s

affection and itch

for my little sister.

Then there’s Aleric’s Kin,

goes by the name of Raja,

He’s real lax at his work

a pain-in-the… butt and,

I’m certain him or I’d

plan to go “fisty-cuffs”

sooner or later

(He’d better keep his cool,

or I reckon I’ll itch to

knock him first off the platter.)

Ah, Music clears the head,

Art is right in us,

I should partake of some

to allow this inflamed rage

to diminish, and,

I’ll think of my friend, Herb,

He’s a good soldier,

He wouldn’t allow his feelings

to ignite through a prolonged smoulder.

And Yes, there is Phyllis to consider

and her feelings on the whole matter,

Yet, I can’t help but wonder

how I might tip the lot
off of the platter.

I’ve got it, Herb’s cousin,

in fact goes by the name Shawn,

He’s a kind and gentle bloke

surely worthy and perhaps
able to win my sister’s affection.

Do please excuse me

I’ve no time to lose,

and some important planning

to do before I introduce

a match surely made in heaven

well, with a little help from me,

The truth will become
apparent in the end
Just you wait, and see!

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Within the writing of this poetry
are hints that act as memory hooks
to help one to recall
some of the properties
of a plant,
plus its uses and looks.

If you'd like to hear them
as I am often on the wing,
You may contact me through
this address ( lovellsimonsjanet_at_yahoo.ca)
then I'll give you a ring.

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