A series of poems about friends (Contributions by Scott Bradley and Cid McPhearson)

CID. Irrepresible Cid,
Floating upon a hippo,
‘pon hefty hippo you heft your hanks,
Stop running, go slow,
No running, be slow and knowledgable.

Oh Cid how your benevolent brow
Speaks of strength and wisdom,
Your elegant forearm apt to any task
And wide feet to paddle

And then, your mouth opens, and from it spews
A delectable honey covered treat
Ready to convince
Or Coerce.

Oh cid coerce me and all those who follow me, and bring us smiling into a clean
End.


Scott...
Man’s own Scott,
Your sickle features cusp the twilight,
And jaundiced bonnets cloud your vision.
Scott releases laundry magnets into red faced Pocahontas.

Cid...
Usual typical Asus Majorettes,
Twirling stick frivolous yomping,
Twirl, curl, unfurl lumpen churl onto young...
Mascot’s face.

Kitty is bad news.


Max dear max maximum power
My dear heavy blade
With a terrible and sharp cutting edge
Drop me your bombshell and watch me contort and call out ‘Mother! Mother!’
I bet you would.

Max is a man.
A great man, but a man.
He has no magic, no psychic re-enforcement, no hypnotic qualities of any description.
But he is also a man who can make you do things.
Things you had no intention of thinking about.
Terrible, inconceivable, amazing things.
Max is a man.
But he is a great man.