April 28, 2008

Y is Yolanda who fell from the sky

Y is Yolanda who fell from the sky
04/28/2008 - National Poetry Month post #33, part of The Unlucky Twenty-Six

Yolanda had never before been to France
when her parents decided to give her the chance
and packed her off on a plane to her aunt's,
just for a break from her petulant rants.

When she first heard the news, she squealed out with glee
then ran to her brother, kicked him in the knee,
and dumped orange juice on her mother's new brie.
She was a true brat of the highest degree.

Mischevious, hyper--Yolanda would shake
every thing in a store even though it might break
and she'd push every button and pull up each stake
and throw other kids' toys into Marrow Moor Lake.

Yolanda would pull any lever she saw
and tug on each rope with her small, dirty paw
without any regard for breaking the law
which her parents said was her one little flaw.

She'd turn any knob just because it was there
and she screeched her delight when alarms would blare.
She didn't need anyone to give her a dare,
she simply did all these things without care.

On the plane she was an unaccompanied minor
and she sat right between a young man and a Shriner
and the stewardess said not to be such a whiner
so Yolanda hauled off and gave her a shiner.

But the stewardess smiled and just kept her cool
and tried to remember the golden rule
and set up Yolanda in back on a stool
not realizing the girl was an impulsive fool.

Yolanda poured soda all over the floor,
gouged holes in the wall where there were none before,
and ripped open snack boxes as an encore,
then suddenly spied the handle on the door.

A big "Don't you dare!" sign was loudly adorning
or some other silly, dismissable warning,
the kind that Yolanda was constantly scoring,
especially on such a beautiful morning.

So she pushed on the handle and gleefully laughed
as the door hissed and opened, creating a draft
that sucked her right out of the speeding aircraft,
so she met her demise through her own handicraft.

One of my writing goals for 2008 is to write at least one light verse or poem every week in addition to my haiku wednesday and fiction friday posts. I will try to do this on Mondays.


bluesugarpoet said...

Wow - you are almost there! Way to go Pete!

Sarah Laurenson said...

Have not had a chance to read them all, but have loved the ones I have read. Thanks for paying such a great tribute to poetry month!

JaneyV said...

Another horrid brat dispatched by their own stupidity. V4 and V9 stand out as a perfect mixture of dry humour and ever so subtle cynicism! These have been amazing Pete and as sad as I am to see them coming to a end, I bet you can't wait!

Blogless Troll said...

Another winner. Are you dreaming in rhymes yet?