The Skumpf Sklub Saga (an incomplete work)

The sea retreats and leaves on land the germ of Skumpf Sklub's soul

A seething heap upon dark sand, obsidian and coal

Today is plunging into him with ever-urgent force;

Before, behind, forgotten whim, ambiguous his course.

From dark beginnings dark the end? No, not a bit of that!

A merry man, an easy friend, who wears a silly hat.

Milwaukee birth, in Truman's reign, the sun in Capricorn,

A thing unholy, unprofane, The Skumpf Sklub had been born.

But, oh, a child must wear a name, a collar and a tag,

So even Skumpf Sklub bore that shame--It's rude of you to nag--

Until he found the magic marks in Pogo's Sacred Runes

A Tommy Thompson played in parks and wasted afternoons.

His daily trudge to school for years, the wounds of childish war,

Would soon reduce you all to tears; I won't be such a bore.

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Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

I adore your sense of humor,

I adore your sense of humor, sorry, your poetry is second to that. ~Anna "What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal." Albert Pine

Skumpfsklub

16 years 3 months ago

Thank you, that is as it should be

I am not a poet. I write poetry sometimes. I am not a critic. I criticize sometimes. But I am merry full time, walking bare through fields of feather dusters. Naturally, I'm tickled most of the time. Perry

Kailashana

16 years 3 months ago

Then all is well in thy

Then all is well in thy kingdom come. Let s/he who is without a sense of humor sleep until 100 years has passed and come again this way but once. So much enjoying your presence. ~A