Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Crazy Glorch’s Discount Wands!

Attention witches, wizards, gnomes, and mermaids from the ponds—
Why pay top price?  Come down to Crazy Glorch’s Discount Wands!
At Syllamander’s Shoppe you’re paying mainly for the label.
But we’ve got wands at wholesale costs—dirt cheap, and mostly stable!
Check out this fine mahogany with core of Griffin feather—
It cuts through cans and frying pans and thickest dragon leather!
It’s polished with a sasquatch pelt to never lose its shine!
It’s yours for just three payments of eleven ninety-nine!
This Wand-o-Matic ULTRA is the new must-have invention—
With Spell-Check, texting, hexting, it’s the latest in pretension!
And try this mammoth narwhal tusk for giants, oafs, and trolls—
It gives the user whale-sized strength, plus shiny new blowholes!
This little hollow plastic one we call The MollyCoddler—
It makes a gentle whooshing noise—just perfect for your toddler!
And then there’s our deep discount bin, for when the budget’s tight.
They’re two for twenty, three for free, and seven just for spite.
The crooked wand’s a bargain if you like to go kablooey,
This chocolate one won’t do much, but the nougat center’s chewy.
Here’s one that’s just a plain old stick, this one’s a rawhide bone,
This “wand” is a banana you can play with like a phone.
At Crazy Glorch’s Discount Wands we offer no returns.
Our store is not responsible for scorches, scars, or burns.
Come down for Merlin Madness Day—the biggest sale all year!
Shop now before these beauties—and these prices—disappear!

Monday, July 24, 2017

Not Until

The pigs have flown, the cows came home,
The rivers have run dry,
The twelfth of never came and went,
The snow fell in July.
The sun rose in the west, my dear,
Above a four-leaf clover,
We’ve passed a month of Sundays now,
And Hell has frozen over.
Now two plus two is seventeen—
Of that, I have no doubt.
And I don’t want to say from where
The monkeys have flown out.
So I don’t mean to hassle you, 
But still, for what it’s worth,
You promised you’d go out with me—
The only man on earth.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

The Hollow

In the darkness of the forest,
Where you’ve never been before,
There’s a hollow in an ancient tree
That looks just like a door.
And you swear you hear it calling you,
The voice is high and thin,
And it’s beckoning and tempting you,
Come in, dear child, come in.
And there’s nobody around you,
Not a creature in the wood,
And you step a little closer,
And you start to feel so good.
And your worries fade to stardust,
And your cares disperse with ease,
As you melt a little deeper
In the shadows, in the trees.
And the hollow doesn’t judge you,
And the hollow doesn’t fear,
And you long to join the hollow,
And you long to disappear.
And the voice keeps calling high and thin,
Yet somehow soft and low,
And the tree grows ever closer,
As you feel yourself let go.
Then the crackle of a nearby branch,
And, ah, the spell is broken.
And you shake yourself and rub your eyes
As though you’ve just awoken.
And the hollow sits in silence,
And it calls to you no more
As you turn and slowly walk away
Across the forest floor.
But you steal a backward glance and feel
A twinge of loss and sorrow.
And you know, despite yourself,
That you’ll be back again tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

The Chosen One

You are the chosen one, legends have told,
Prophecies, scriptures, and ballads of old,
All have foreseen, and the fates must obey—
A champion rises this glorious day!
A leader who strives from his humble beginning
To fight the good fight until justice is winning.
A warrior bold as the winds from the north
To size up the challenge and bravely set forth.
A man wise as ages, in spite of his youth,
Who sees beyond vision and knows beyond truth.
When forces of chaos bring dark disarray,
He hesitates not, but leaps into the fray!
The moment’s upon us — this fight must be won!
By all that is sacred, the deed must be done!
The chosen one acts without batting a lash.
It’s you, my dear son — now please take out the trash!

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Howard's Hobby Station

Come to Howard’s Hobby Station,
Best craft store in all the nation.
For your every hobby need,
We’ve got choices, guaranteed!
Spangles, sparkles, needles, threads,
Creepy little dolly heads,
Paints and yarns and wooden dowels,
Handmade heirloom paper towels,
Glue guns, fabrics, scrapbook stencils,
Sixteen thousand colored pencils!
Beads and gems for jewelry making,
Molds and pans for custom caking,
Patches, matches, lids and latches,
Candle wax in tiny batches.
All these things in stock for sure,
Plus some hobbies more obscure—
Itchy undergarment knitting,
“Birthday Coupon” counterfeiting,
Shoelace aglet crafts for dummies,
Hooks and wraps for homemade mummies,
Google-eyed jacuzzi jets,
Cockroach taxidermy sets,
Vintage arcade game de-Froggers,
Toenail fungus catalogers,
Gerbil bunkbed-building kits,
Snowglobes made from cheesy grits,
Hand-dyed plastic pumpkin seeds,
Plus some stuff that no one needs!
Overpriced and understaffed,
We’ve got crud for every craft!
Come, expand your hobby hoard!
(No returns when you get bored).

Monday, June 19, 2017

The Number One “Number 2 Pencil”

It’s yellow!  It’s wood!
It writes like it should!
The world’s finest marking utensil!
It’s dark, it won’t smudge,
Oh its greatness won’t budge!
The number one “Number 2 pencil”!

On notepads? Fantastic!
Why, even on plastic!
It glides like the wind through a stencil.
It’s simply the best 
On each standardized test.
The number one “Number 2 pencil”!

It’s easy to grip it,
A monkey could slip it
Between his tail curls so prehensile.
The tip is well pointed,
It’s sacred, anointed,
The number one “Number 2 pencil”!

Just like the Round Table,
With wood firm and stable,
Not sloppy or floppy or tensile.
Its marks so defined
On blank paper or lined,
The number one “Number 2 pencil”!

A writing delight,
With its sharpness and might,
To last through a thousand harsh winters!
All others are scrap
When this pencil . . . OH, SNAP!
The number one . . . uh . . . big pile of splinters.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Father's Day Shopping

It’s Father’s Day this Sunday,
And I swear it’s not too late!
Shop “Tony’s Last-Ditch Discount Gifts”
And pick out something great!
There’s mugs of every shape and size,
“Top Dad” and “Perfect Pop.”
A hat with built-in hair to hide
That shiny spot on top.
A baseball-shaped umbrella stand—
The bat glows in the dark!
A combo-flashlight-pooper-scoop
For night walks in the park. 
A neck-tie golf-ball polisher—
That always comes in handy.
 A forty-dollar gift card for
“The King of Cotton Candy,”
Some flashing keychains, beer can holders,
Grilling odds and ends,
A singing fish that’s sure earn some
Eye-rolls from your friends.
A rainbow painting made from
Different shades of macaroni,
A dozen truck stop license plates
And magnets that say “Tony.”
We’re running quite a special—
Buy one gift and take five free!
Your dad is sure to love them
If he’s anything like me.
The prices aren’t set on these—
I’ll take the lowest bids!
No refunds, all sales final.
(Oh, and please don’t tell my kids!)

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The Poem You're Going To Hear

The poem you’re going to hear today
Is wild and full of fear.
So pack up your suitcase and run far away
From the poem you’re going to hear.

The poem you’re going to hear today
Will rock your very core.
Disturbing and dangerous, deadly per se,
Like nothing you’ve heard before.

The poem you’re going to hear today
Is not for the faint of heart.
It may stir and shock you, bewitch and betray,
Or drive all your wits apart.

The poem you’re going to hear today
Will bring you dismay and chagrin.
It’s safer to flee, but you’re going to stay?
I hoped that you would.  Let’s begin…