My poem 'chickened out' for Sunday-Mini-Challenge (poor chicken)

The Chicken Dinner

T&T Pierrot Grenade** I'm not

His technique I must try to emulate

This said we will cook the chicken tonight

Head under your foot, his legs in your hand

Pull the wagon, kids under das foot

Kids have eyes only for Dad they won't cry

Chicken in two pieces there on the ground

He hops around hopscotch blood squirting high

Call the foxes, they'll eat the chicken raw

Hot dogs for Dad, the kids, and me tonight

 

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. - Photos and Poems Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

. - Tonight I'm linked with Gillena Cox at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and her post, Sunday Mini-Challenge: FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ Pierrot Grenade. 

. - Gillena wants us to fashion a poem using the humorous spelling technique of Pierrot Grenade.  Pierrot doesn't spell the words like we do, rather he uses syllables related to parts of the word from which readers might guess what word he is attempting to spell. 

. - Read more at Gillena's post, linked above and about him here.  

. - **This is a the Sunday Mini-Challenge where we are encouraged to write using ten lines or less.  I used ten but I didn't meet **Gillena's Challenge of using the Pierrot Grenade technique in some places.  My fifth and sixth lines started out that way.  So my characters had hot dogs for their supper.

. - Gillena also said, " Additionally, your poem, including the title, if there is one, should not exceed 100 words. Lets do this! Have lots of fun!" I'm sitting at 80 words including the title.

. - I took my chicken picture while visiting the town of Luckenbach, Texas.  Read of my visit here.

These Feet -- Foot prints

These Feet 

These feet of mine are resting more now 
More than they ever have before 
I don't tell my age, number's large 
Larger than I care to tell to most 
Just say "OBE", Ausies know 

These feet of mine since nine 
Nine months saw them walking about 
About the house, from the wood box 
Wood box full, cut wood, cooking stove 
Fast learner me the stove got hot 

These feet pedaled my bike to school
From grades one to eight hills and all
Come high school they had needed rest
They nestled in my pony's side
Further to go three mile ride

These feet went to college, no horse
No bike.  This time back on the ground
They learned to march, ROTC
Came Army time, they marched some more
One broke one time, called it 'march foot'

These feet have carried babies five
First came their trips to the alter
Alter paths again they found. Tears
Marching down daughters' feet beside
Not play or trudging along they

These feet had a hard working life
Fixing radars and computers
Held me years more, teaching kids
Play they liked with my kids and spouse
At golf, on skiing, running, kept pace

These feet were told to take some rest
Rest until some day they get laid
Laid on my back, flag on my chest
Busy feet still, new places call
Like years before carrying me

Pictures copyright 2010 (link) bottom,

- Poem Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Hannah at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/02/transforming-with-natures-wonders.htmlwhere her topic is "Footprints"

A Spine Poem again, Hornet's Nest -- Red Radish and the Beet, a Limerick

Hornet's Nest 

The house of widows 

The girl who kicked the hornet's nest 

Furiously happy 

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. - I'm linked with Marian  at The Tuesday Platform with the Real Toads in the Imaginary Garden.   

. - I chose my books from our ship (the Caribbean Princess) library.  This ship doesn't have much of a library, one row of bookcases.  The room is shared with the computer and Internet Room. Not real friendly neighbors. http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/search/label/2016%20Caribbean%20Cruise

. - I hope you don't mind too very much, this one is marginal, perhaps not qualifying for a Haiku or a Senryū.  Thanks for peeking at my other poems, I try to write 'poems' of a sort most of the time.

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My entry to the current Limerick-Off Monday contest

http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/category/limerick-offs/

Red Radish and the Beet

Said Red Radish to her friend Beet

“I’m Queen Vegie here” in her tweet

Corn said “real corny”

Trumpet vine, “horny”

Mary C picked them both, to eat

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. - Photos and Poems Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Snowy night car play - μ Poetry, a tinge of e e cummings

Up the street from the Blair (Nebraska) MacDonald's on a snowy December morning

snowflakes lighting on
moscow streets gives inklings of
stay-at-home evening

 
highway's run move them
off the streets дорогие полиции 
please dear politsii
 
make space for us
skillful drivers midnight boys
snowy night street racers 
 
(now a refrain, e e cumming style)
 
ma
k
e
 
s . . p
a
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. e
 
f
. o
. . r
 
. . . r
. . a
. c
e
. r
. . s
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. - Photo (s) and Poem Copyright © 2013, 2016, and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 .- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor to her post, one this snowflake ~ Micro Poetry
bearing in mind a short poem, 10 lines or less  and "You may choose your own form or stick to free verse, if preferred."  Also it may relate to the e e cummings "'one this snowflake' angle" of his poem, perhaps his own way of writing Haiku poetry (link1)(link2)(link3-Wikipedia)
 .- I have ten lines, the last being a 'refrain' in e e cummings style typewriter skewed form, with my first nine in Haiku/Senryū form.  
 .- When visiting Moscow in 2006 we spent three days and three nights (sleeping on our river cruise boat) there.  The first day it did snow some, the next day with some accumulation the drivers didn't seem to mind.