Green Club

[sourland]

Alaskan, is that a ritual dance performed to welcome the oncoming snow? Better put on that long underwear.

 

[Alaskan]

No, no, there is no snow
Green green continues to grow
My watermelon still expands
And there is no frost among my lands.

(And undies are for weeny boys)

 

[gmendoza]

The green green moss continues to roam
in this oubliette I doth call home
on the shelf, on the snowglobe dome
on the books of tome, on my sacred wooden gnome

it grows up the walls and onto the ceiling
this green moss is evil I began believing
I always have that eerie feeling
when my guest begin to run from that icy reeling

but lo, this moss is kind of nice
served with pinto beans and rice
a dash of sugar, a pinch of spice
invited my cats and my mice

verily I say, this poem is sad
one of my worsts, I must have gone mad
but in this room where poems are bad
mine stands out the best. I am truly glad.

 

[Alaskan]

Moss is soft and green and sweet
Toasted or steamed it is a treat
Worn as undies it begins to itch
So, toss those green bottoms in the ditch!

 

[Bunnylady]

Ah, ha! I wondered who had been visiting Gman in the oubliette, and why!

Now I know the "who," but I'm still wondering about the "why"?

Similar taste (if you can call it that?) in food and poetry (if I can call it that?)

 

[Alaskan]

oh, yes, it is very tasty!

If you don't like it, perhaps it is because you forgot the salt.

You can always drip some sweat onto the food, if the salt shaker isn't handy.

 

[gmendoza]

Crunchy green moss is the best
Looks delicious on your vest
Serve it to unwanted guests
Stuff the mattress with the rest

 

[sourland]

Beware of the brown moss! 'Nough said!

 

[Alaskan]

But a poem, oh Sour, where is your poem about it?

Or, oh Sour........are you scared?

 

[sourland]

I am far too old to be scared. How about you, Alaskan, are you scared???????