George George George

George one, two, and three had planned to make a fort,
but procedure and materials they simply could not sort.

Said the youngest to the elders, "I'll build my fort the best"
And dug a hole deep underground at his own behest.

"One!" said two, "That will not do. To build that under land."
"I'll build mine here I do declare!" And fashioned it by hand.

Three saw two's fort on the earth and said, "Myself as a three,"
"Shall build my fort above the ground!" And chose a sturdy tree

George the second, third, and first worked tireless through the night,
and the next day stood three strong forts that glistened in the light.

As evening came a storm approached and the brothers hid in fear.
In their own forts they closed themselves as the weather traveled near.

The fates laughed as lightening struck the clubhouse in the tree.
The great oak cracked and quickly felled the fort of brother three.

And it fell, shockingly, on the fort of brother two.
For foresight with proximity had not stated what to do.

Trapped by clubhouse two and three, one sat in his chair.
And tried to find means of escape as he quickly gasped for air.

The brothers all met afterwards and laughed in common strife.
For each had done what he thought best to shield him from this life.

The moral to this story, if there is one I can say.
Don't worry building stupid forts. We all die anyway.

Little Johnny

Little Johnny Candlesticks was skipping on his heel,
food he bought, all piping hot, for his family's evening meal.

When he spied Sally Cupcakes sitting in a field,
and playing with her naughty parts, which were mostly still concealed.

"Hey there Johnny!" Sally cried. "Why not play with me?"
"I have treasures hidden here not every boy can see."

But little Johnny filled with fear, ran back to his home
And told his tale of cowardice to his father all alone.

And his father heard the tale and told it to his sons.
"Little Johnny has brought the meat. But couldn't fill the buns"

Searching Sarah

Sarah searched for searching's sake about the summer stars.
The beams of light shone barely bright along the pubs and bars.

Watching weeks without success her will began to fade.
For her hopes hinged on finding life amongst the dark charade.

And as Adam ate the cursed fruit, that turned him from his lord,
So did Sarah shirk her lifelong search as she was growing bored.

Reading this you realize the moral of this pup.
She would surely not find anything, for she had given up.

The Bear and the Tree

One day, a bear strolled through the park,
and spied a tree, with talking bark.

"Come here closer," said the tree,
"and a richer bear for it you'll be".

"I'd almost do it," the bear said snarky,
"If I didn't know you full of malarkey."

"Snarky's no word," the tree replied.
"I'll give you gold. I've never lied."

"I never said snarky," the bear retorted.
"You're crazy tree, I'll have you deported."

"Settle down," the tree said low.
"I also grant wishes. Just so you know."

"Wishes huh?" said the bear.
"I'll use them right! I do declare!"

"Well," said the tree,"you're kind of a tool."
"I'll give you one. So make it cool."

The bear thought hard about the wish.
About berries and grubs, but mostly fish.

"I think I have it, and I've picked good"
"I wish for a mansion made out of your wood!"

"Alright," said the plant, "If that's what you want."
"I'll take you with me, you big furry cunt."

A with a poof they disappeared,
The tree told the truth, and wasn't weird.

A family moved the next day, and settled in snug.
To the magical tree mansion with a large bear-skin rug.

It's Been A While

It's been a while since I last posted on this site. Kind of forgot I had even set this up to be honest. I think I will continue with my stream of consciousness posts, but make them into poems. At least until I get bored that is.

A New Adventure for Barry And Nathan

Barry and Nathan had nothing to do on a dreary Saturday night. The crystal storm clouds thundered overhead as the metallic rain drizzled on their patio foyer.

A single bird flew by on his way to feed his "chicklets" waiting for him underneath a rock. Ralph, the bird, had always led a solitary life. Ever since his wife left him for one of the squirrels that frequented "Trixies Treats", a bird feeder close by, Ralph had had to grow up to take care of his chicks. He was pretty sure they weren't his.

Ralph lived under a rock on the rough side of town to avoid the high cost of rent. He landed on top of the rock, accidentally squishing his offspring, Bert and Theodore, along with the raccoon that was trying to eat them. Unbeknownst to Ralph, that raccoon was the next in line to be the leader of a super intelligent race of raccoons. His younger brother, Vincent, was much more evil than his older counterpart and would work tirelessly to enslave the human race. But that is another story.

Barry was still inside the house from the beginning of the story with his friend Nathan. Barry was especially afraid of the dark given his "condition". Nathan was not, for he was a vampire. Nathan and Barry had once had fun times as children, romping around in fields of cloth-flavored lavender, but those times had faded with the wistful ignorance that accompanies youth and old age. Some would say that it was an unfaltering push of life, and they often did. In poems and sonnets fit to make Shakespeare's hear explode in an array of ear confetti.

Whatever it was, they had always been friends. Barry would always bend over when Nathan asked, and Nathan would ride him until the sun came up. Sometimes they would reverse positions, but more often than not, Nathan would quickly realize that Barry was much too big for him.

Being an especially intelligent unicorn, Barry had always prided himself on his ability to perform magic and fly. This is how we start our story. With wizards.