Well, Whee!

I’ve got a secret. I won’t tell.

But it has made my spirit swell.

Don’t ask. Don’t peek.

Not gonna leak.

Just trust me. Things will turn out well.

 I simply can’t stay in my chair.

My mind, it zips from here to there.

Sit still? No way.

Not gonna say.

But soon wild wonders I’ll declare.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Still from Singing in the Rain, 1952

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May-Glow Maniac

One need not be in politics

To practice down-and-dirty tricks.

A cranium may grow obscene

When one fixed on himself is keen.

Look how he swells;

The tales he tells,

While seeking others to demean.

To gain all glory he’ll embark.

He operates without benchmark.

No conduct clue,

He’s much ado –

We think he might glow in the dark.

No pound of flesh will satisfy,

Nor does he still his battle cry.

Napoleon

By him’s outdone.

To this one rules do not apply.

His self-strong shell is compromised,

Though he to date is unchastised.

Enough! Enough!

Let’s call his bluff.

A blowhard’s trust is ill-advised.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Theme art – adapted from public domain image

Still from North by Northwest, 1959

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Surely Sung and Never Unrung

 ‘Tis said you can’t unring a bell;

Resounding gongs their stories tell.

The chime plays out. Sound the alarm.

Call constable, patrol, gendarme.

Appealing secrets bell the cat

And fill vain ears with dark chitchat.

They hollow ring, when once begun –

Take teller to the lowest rung.

So ring it up. Announce the charge.

For he who tolls is still at large.

Though he go jingling merrily,

Bell, book, and candle hold the key.

c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

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Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

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