by Timothy Oesch
Oak Ridge, TN
Shower Drying Power
in the bathroom, nice and warm,
you finish with your shower.
Then once again it is the time,
to use your drying power.
on your head, and then your neck,
and finally to your arms.
You use your well-developed style,
applied with graceful charms.
in response, the hair upon your legs,
stands up like wool.
With broad, dry spans across your
where with the towel, you'd
then at this, you feel as if,
you've licked a mighty chore.
But never fear, you'll soon change
when opening the door.
then into the room will creep,
an unexpected breeze.
And every spot you chanced to miss,
will quickly start to freeze.
don't lose hope, for then you'll hop,
and skip at quite a rate.
And all the water left behind,
will soon evaporate.
the oak limbs, moon and stars,
mosquitoes, bats, and planet Mars---
My small, green tent stood placidly;
but I was scared as I could be.
was my first night out alone,
without a TV or a phone.
And Zeb, my dog, was at the vet;
he caught a cold from getting
furry cloud as black as tar,
took on the form of beasts bizarre---
Then morphasized and changed to
so it seemed safe to close the
cocoa from my dad's canteen,
washed down a pre-sliced nectarine.
While one great hunk of cheddar
supplied the bulk of calories
cheese seemed no big deal,
although its wrapper had no seal.
I set it by the back tent wall,
not knowing what would soon
crickets sang their lullaby,
as soft winds roamed the nighttime
Though wary of the darkness deep;
by accident, I fell asleep.
dreams were rather disconcerting,
with geysers and volcanoes spurting---
And grizzly bears with long white
which fought with wild orangutans.
bear, it seemed, came up so near,
I felt him breathing in my ear.
His thick fur brushed against my
and then I heard the monster
once my eyes both opened wide,
for I was not alone outside.
There on my chest stood one huge
much larger than those in our
body shook from head to toes,
the mouse dashed off across my nose.
Deep down into the bag I huddled,
but such escape was soon
don't know whether they were brothers,
but there were no less than three
The critters squirmed between my feet;
my only choice was to retreat.
bravely charged the closed up tent;
at which point one large hole was
I think when all is done and said,
I'd rather camp in my own bed.
I was calmly folding clothes,
a scream from in the bathroom rose.
"Honey! Honey!" came the cry;
it was my wife! Oh my! Oh my!
three long bounds I reached the door,
and slid across the smooth, tile
Then quaintly smashed against the
but managed somehow not to
tub was like an old, white boat,
quite large enough for one to float.
Against the rear my wife was huddled,
she seemed to be somewhat
is it?" I inquired at last;
my wife stared straight ahead aghast.
She raised a finger toward the drain,
which proved sufficient to
drain had several holes, you know,
which served to stop an overflow.
From one such hole protruded feelers,
the kind that turn wives into
kind, I mean, so long and hairy,
to glimpse them makes a man grow wary.
And later wonder what great beast,
was hooked to where those feelers
feelers moved before our eyes,
vermiculose with insect guise.
They searched about, for who knows
I hoped it wasn't me they
worry dear," I bravely spoke,
"those roaches aren't all such bad
Besides, he's surely much too fat,
to squeeze through any hole like
as I spoke, I had to wonder,
was this a geometric blunder?
Are roaches really more elastic,
with pliability like plastic?
my mind there formed a scene,
like on a third-dimension screen.
Where one gigantic, gruesome roach,
into the bathtub did encroach.
daring dive, then hectic splashing;
wide eyes, a gasp, and frantic
I saw it all, in contemplation,
but gave no outer indication.
calmly aimed the shower spout,
then turned two handles round-about.
To my relief, the bug retreated,
and that ordeal was thus completed.
Uncle Richard talked to cows,
and sometimes spoke to pigs and plows;
though not one beast returned a word,
he kept conversing with his
visited from time to time;
to us, the old farm seemed sublime;
my brothers, sister, mom and dad,
all found that farm trips made us
cow tank was our swimming pool,
the shade from oak leaves kept us
we held the kittens, captured frogs,
and practiced walking over
afternoon brought milking chores,
as cows marched through the barn's back
I swatted flies and scooped up poo,
important things that I could
day my sister, only three,
decided she would follow me;
I did not see her sneak inside,
and search for someplace she could
niche behind a feeding bin,
was where she hid, since she was thin;
Ole' Bess, a cow, strolled into place,
and started munching grain with grace.
Richard gave ole' Bess a pat,
and said, "you know, you're getting
Ole' Bess then flinched, and raised her
"Hey! I'm not fat," my sister
knew my sister's voice, and stared;
"Oh sheesh," my uncle then declared;
he thought his cow had answered back,
his knees grew weak, his jaw grew
what?" my sister then inquired,
my uncle seemed to come unwired;
"You didn't say . . . 'cause it's not fit
. . .
that poo poo word which rhymes with
must admit, though it's disdainful,
I found the whole thing entertainful;
my uncle sat flat on the floor,
while I just watched and hoped for
I please help with swatting flies?
I'm getting bored, just making pies . .
And just then Bess pooped out a paddy;
the timing seemed somehow
the poo; "Ka-Whack!" my uncle,
he fainted with a sort of crunkle.
Since that, though he still spoke with
he used sign-language with his cows.
OF THE RIVITS
rivits in your rover reak,
beware the midnight mouse's squeak;
'cause if you sneeze, or blink, or
your nephew's newt shall shrilly
rivits in your weapers strum,
chomp lightly crispened locust gum;
'twill chew away mucorus glum,
with juicy, chirpful
rivits in your bloomers fume,
don't sag your jowls in glutal gloom;
just heartily bestow a boom,
instilling mirth throughout the
rivits in your cravat crawl,
quite nonchalantly don a shawl;
then pass a mirror on the wall,
and see how fast those varmints
rivits in your glopster gong,
serenely sing a soothing song;
then Chung, and Chang, and Ching, and
will flee to Fong where they
rivits in your grubber graint,
'tis no prime time to fake a faint;
for wandring warps will think it
to cover you with pinkish
rivits in your rangler ring,
take notice if they pertly ping;
this cues the wimblet taking wing,
to give your nose a startling
rivits in your nabbler noose,
ride backwards on a muzzled moose;
then if the warblebutt gets loose,
he'll let you go and grab a
rivits in your gabler gail,
creep down the slime trail of a snail;
lest in the moonlight, white and pale,
you grow a foot-long, furry
rivits in your ramble rak,
don't scratch a wombat on the back;
he'll change into a grissly grack,
and chase you 'round a shaded
rivits in your gator gite,
your neighbor's pig will squeal in
you'll snore and snort throughout the
while chickens drop their eggs in
rivits in your toothaches marry,
kick heels, make glee, and eat a
the sky will rain confectionery,
and blissful dreams will sweetly
uncle Richard liked to fish---
sit on a muddy bank and wish;
he'd prop a pole up on a twig,
with hopes of landing something
drained a lake somewhere near town,
and when the water sank way down---
my uncle showed up with a net,
for all the whoppers he could
barrels in his pickup truck,
was where his lively load got stuck;
then from the lake he did abscond,
and brought those whoppers to his
fish the size of baby whales,
plopped in the pond and swished their
my uncle's eyes let up with glee,
his pond was now an inland sea.
months thereafter, one bright night;
a full moon beaming clean and white---
my uncle took a fishing fancy;
his luck of late had been quite
out across the field he trod,
with fishing box, bait, net, and rod;
then settled in his cherished spot,
and let his mind drift off in
line grew taut, a stout twig snapped,
then to the bank the rod was
my Uncle Richard sprang to action,
assuming looks of satisfaction.
rod and reel he held with talent,
engaging in a battle gallant;
he stood fast in the mud with poise,
with weapons which his wife called
shore appeared the vanquished foe,
a catfish three feet long, or so;
the trophy seemed as good as mounted,
but some rewards too soon get
fishing line broke right in two,
poor Richard turned a livid hue;
his jaw sagged down, his eyebrows
his disposition came unglued.
wee!" he yelled, leaped in the air,
and landed on that catfish square;
a poisoned spike pierced through his
but still he dragged the fish to
took the victor's march back home,
in need of Band-Aids and a comb;
one question issued from his mate:
"What did that catfish use for bait?"
father used to hunt and trap,
when he was just a lad.
He always wore a bright orange cap,
the only one he had.
wiles and ways of coon and fox,
he knew them all by heart.
His hunting books filled one small
no wonder he was smart.
Jasper Brown told dad a thing,
he'd never heard nor read.
A tale of skunks, and sticks, and
and this is what he said:
you would like to catch a skunk,
and keep him for a pet.
A furry friend beside your bunk,
defumed by our town's vet.
this is how you capture him,
without the usual smell.
You loop a string around a limb,
then snag him by the tail.
he has a chance to wink,
you simply lift him up.
Held by his tail, there'll be no
he's harmless as a pup."
night was rather brisky,
a white moon shining fine.
Dad stealthily approached a skunk,
with ten pound fishing line.
loop was placed quite deftly,
a skunk raised from the ground.
Then two dark eyes espied my dad,
and stared without a sound.
sometimes run hand in hand.
That night as Dad admired his skunk,
he learned more than he
learned that skunks have talent,
though luckily can't fly.
'Cause from the air it hit him square,
not one drop passed him by.
Jasper was the first to learn,
of dad's amazing finding.
But after seven mustard baths,
the odor still was binding.
home Dad told his family,
this quite intriguing yarn.
But after that, his dear orange cap,
was kept out in the barn.
mower croaked with each new pull,
and sounded like some wounded Bull;
the fifth time I yanked extra hard,
determined that I'd mow the
number five the engine started,
but from the frame, the rope departed;
it frayed and busted clean in two,
and left me wond'ring what to
carefully I cut the grass,
quite glad the tank was full of gas;
but all that time my mind was vexed,
by how to start that mower
surgery and reconstruction,
still failed to make the starter
then I remembered---as a kid,
I wrapped a rope around the
cut the top and propped it high,
which made it look like it might fly;
with sides composed of silver
it did not look quite safe to
silver duct tape then was wound,
from screw to screw around and 'round;
this silver wall looked so much safer,
I sat, and stared, and ate a
two weeks later, as expected,
the need for mowing was detected;
my wife was watchful of the lawn,
she'd check it at the crack of
wound some scrap rope 'round the top,
which served quite nicely as a prop;
the motor started up just great,
I started mowing right at
first pass up along the street,
I spied the dog that nipped my feet;
Belshizer was that monster's name,
and low-down meanness was his
owner, Miss Kuwella Schnog,
would never give her dog a flog;
she simply let him eat my shoes,
so seeing him was not good
Belsh!" I heard Miss Schnog exclaim,
but still he charged me, just the
yet then I heard the strangest sound,
the wall of duct tape came
buzz, a twirl, then off it shot,
ole' Belsh got taped up in a knot!
He yelped 'till Miss Schnog got him
and since then, he's been nice to me.
CAT AND OUR GUEST
sneaked behind the couch,
and settled in an impish crouch;
to catch my neighbor unaware,
and nip an ankle, soft and
Agnus had a fear of cats,
she counted them the same as rats;
but this quaint fact I did not know,
until Sylvester made it so.
nip is nothing new to me,
at lunch time I get two or three;
and if lunch comes a little late,
I sometimes get from six to
nips were nothing Agnus knew,
it's something flowers never do;
and even pictures on her walls,
were void of teeth, or claws, or
thought my cat was rather shy,
he'd run and hide when folks said
so why should I have spent the labor,
to mention him to my new
any rate, as she came in,
Sylvester waited in the den;
and did not make a peep or sound,
to let us know he was around.
glad you came," I just had said,
when Agnus froze my mind with dread;
her eyelids drew so gaping wide,
the lashes wound around inside.
face seemed carved from whitish
and from her throat there rose a
but this brief pose was soon enhanced,
as prancing feet both kicked and
this time I made a quester,
and near her feet espied Sylvester;
he stood aghast with whiskers quaking,
his bristled fur about him
piercing scream was then too much,
Sylvester could not cope with such;
he circled twice around the room,
which made my neighbor's hairdo
the couch she sprang with fright,
my cat still fixed within her sight;
then zoomed into the air with fear,
and clasped onto my chandelier.
we managed to survive,
each one escaping still alive;
and though my cat still sneaks some
when Agnus comes, he shuts his lips.
sister was both cute and nice,
but not afraid of bugs;
so sometimes comments from our guests,
elicited some shrugs.
entertained a lady friend,
of priggish reputation;
when Debbie went outside to play,
she made this declaration:
sweet, dear darling has an air,
so innocent and charming;
I'll bet she chases butterflies,
with no intent of harming."
brother, Rob, then looked at me,
as if to say: 'She's kidding!';
I knew he wanted me to speak,
so I took on his bidding.
fact is, ma'am," I pointed out,
"it's June bugs she gets most;
and she's quite good at catching them,
though you'll not hear her
flabbergasted look of awe,
disgust beyond description---
appeared upon the old maid's face,
and filled the room with
bad, bad boy," she firmly spoke,
denouncing my remark.
"I've not heard fibs as big as that,
since Fred came by to spark."
later learned "spark" means to court,
and not "prevarication";
but at the time I felt accused,
of flagrant degradation.
then my sister walked back in,
holding a copperhead;
"Look at my worm," she glibly spoke---
we nearly all dropped dead.
leaped and grabbed the snake away---
"Now no more worms!" he scolded;
my sister trekked off to her room,
her plans somewhat remolded.
guest sat dumbstruck in her chair,
in some strange sort of trance;
her visage had a far off look---
a look of lost romance.
you okay?" I finally asked,
though speaking seemed uncouth;
"You know," she said with starry eyes,
"I'll bet Fred told the truth."
through the ground I tapped with care,
the tank was hiding there, somewhere.
And I was out to find the clog,
accompanied by Zeke, my dog.
the toilets would not flush,
all they would do is gush, with mush.
And that sure made an awful mess,
far worse than words serve to
everyone had wished me luck,
to find a drain all stuck, with muck.
And sent me out with Zeke, our hound,
who sniffed for odors in the
Zeke let out one fearsome howl,
there set upon his jowl, a scowl.
He shook his head above the tank,
to let me know how bad it
had no choice, so down I dug,
Zeke watched for any bug, or slug.
But when I found a concrete lid,
Zeke ran into the house, and
scraped the concrete clean and white,
it would have shown quite bright, at
Then loosened earth about its edges,
and tossed some dirt on nearby
task seemed halfway done, or more,
thus far it seemed a simple chore.
I stepped atop the lid to rest,
but soon became a septic guest.
crack sprang forth, trapped fumes
into the tank I was abducted.
Large chunks of concrete sank from
and steam rose with a greenish
nose soon sensed the dreadful plight,
my feet both tread with all their
I then determined, little wonder,
to sink not one inch further
neighbor still insists I flew,
but how could such a thing be true?
Yet from the tank I did eject,
by means no human can detect.
the vat I sighed relief,
but kept my inhalations brief.
Soon afterwards I found the hose,
and rinsed myself from nose to
toilets all work well since that,
and all I did was stir the vat.
My sole request, at our next meal,
was for a new lid, made of steel.
local army surplus store,
had hats, and knives, and shoes
but only one aquatic craft---
a blue and yellow one-man raft.
packed up in a rubber cube,
and blew up like an inner tube---
without a doubt the perfect pomp,
to take on outings to the
cousin Ned, and best friend Frank,
both met me on the swamp's dank bank;
then lungs and lips served as the
to get the raft all full and
dizzy from the craft's inflation,
I hastened to attempt flotation;
then toppling back into position,
I drifted out in exhibition.
bottom of the raft was thin,
the sides were where the air went in;
dark, cool water lapped my thighs,
but warm cheers sounded from the
here's the paddle!" hollered Ned---
it landed somewhere near my head;
I clasped it with an outstretched
with thoughts of heading back toward
something moved!" Frank then declared
which was enough to get me scared;
I turned my eyes in all directions,
the swamp was full of weird
then I hit a tall, thin stump,
which stuck me smartly in the rump;
this gave me the unnerving hunch,
an alligator wanted lunch.
ah!" I yelled out loud;
"Those things eat folks!" Frank then
such words just served to feed my
I stood upon the raft upright.
him in the nose!" Ned squealed;
as I reared back, the small craft
I know it wasn't overloaded,
but that old inner tube
the stump, I soundly splashed,
across my side its blunt tip gashed;
I squalled just like a tackled hog---
then realized I bumped a log.
grabbed that stump and shook and
at which both Frank and Ned were
they thought I strangled one huge
of course I told them
T-bone steak sat on the grill,
for which my dad had paid the bill;
Aunt Ellen, Gramp, and Uncle Gene,
dubbed it the largest they had
fragrant odors filled the air,
Dad sat nearby in his lawn chair;
And Pogo, our dear beagle hound,
slid stomach first along the
to dog food, bones, or mice,
that thick, rare, steak smelled mighty
So when Dad closed his eyes to rest,
sly Pogo launched himself with
canine jaws snatched up our meal,
Aunt Ellen voiced a frantic squeal;
She stood inside our back screen door,
and hopped distraughtly on the
chased our dog around the yard,
and catching him appeared quite hard;
But Pogo's paw tripped on the steak,
and most of it fell in his
soap and water washed it clean,
the steak again was dubbed supreme;
And as we chewed, my gramp surmised---
why it was so well tenderized.
IN THE DARK
brother, Rob, who lifted weights,
and had no trouble getting dates;
seemed odd---for one so manly lookin,
when he took up the art of
I must say, he baked so well,
our stomachs soon began to swell;
and what at first seemed rather weird,
became a talent we revered.
made us pancakes, muffins, cakes,
and super, gooey, ice-cream shakes;
yet cherry cobbler was the best,
we liked it more than all the
cobbly night, Rob got inspired,
and we all told him we weren't tired;
but being bored with pink and red,
he made the cobbler green
cute young sis, who seldom teased,
said, "ew . . . some great big giant
then Matt, who teased a whole, whole
said, "yea, that stuff looks just like
no one took a single bite,
until my dad switched off the light;
but then I soon heard Matt remark,
"this stuff's delicious, in the dark".
golden path beneath the sun,
beset the sea as day was done;
and seemed to draw me with its charms,
encircling me with mystic arms.
I seldom swim at night,
for fear some fish may take a bite;
but this time I could not resist,
the air contained enchanted
off along the path I waded,
the shoreline soon behind me faded;
the water rose, I had to swim,
and all the while the sun grew
darkness swept the path away,
and left behind a starlit splay;
I suddenly regained my bearings,
surrounded by a school of
fish swam off, the waves grew still,
my unshod toes began to chill;
I felt like some bionic bait,
and hoped the sharks weren't out that
from the sea rose such a sight,
adorned in garbs of sheer delight;
that all the blood drained from my
I thought in seconds I'd be
the surface I came to,
her lips were stuck to mine like glue;
and soon my toes, which had been cold,
warmed up until they softly
breath endued some magic powers,
I did not have to breathe for hours;
released from her inflaming smack,
I floated several paces back.
folklore, then, seemed all awry,
she had two legs, like you or I;
two feet, two hands, two arms, two
and other two's which caught my
then two oceans 'neath the sea,
inhaled the very heart of me;
enchanting verdant vessels green,
artesian wells of love serene.
these swarmed black pearl's dark
upon her head a thickened floss;
and in the depths sweet roses grew,
as she returned a smile or two.
Princess Mermaid joined my hand,
and soon we walked upon the land;
a parson at the church had tarried,
and ere the moon rose full, we
during Children's Church that Dad
performed and made the youngins glad;
as they observed the sanctuary,
transform into an aviary.
brother's pets, crammed in a cage,
were stowed in secret up on stage;
a trick devised to serve the Lord,
by keeping kids from getting
empty box shown to the kids,
had three birds packed beneath the
with sewing thread tied to their feet,
to limit them in their retreat.
flipped the lid, and out they flew,
two pigeons and a cockatoo;
like cave bats flapping from their
three rockets zooming through the
three thin threads broke right in two,
the cockatoo chirped back, "adieu";
and all the children cheered with
as one yelled, "look! A
Dad just stood and scratched his head,
he should have used some thicker
and when those fowl lit on a rafter,
he pondered on the service
children's service finished fine,
they thought Dad's lesson was divine;
and one child asked him if his box,
could make a jaguar or a fox.
afterwards, adults appeared,
not knowing why the children sneered;
and with them entered Agnus Frock,
the prudest maid among the
birds sat still, without a peep,
and Dad thought they were all asleep;
he hoped that they would not make
and somehow kept his usual
children now and then would peer,
at shapes above the chandelier;
but all the parents stared ahead,
transfixed by all that my dad
wrath of heaven cometh down,"
he spoke while looking all around;
then one huge blob of gray-white poo,
came plopping down on
Agnus screamed, the birds took flight,
the church folks laughed with all their
then Dad spoke as he thought he must,
and said, "rain falleth on the just".
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