Every so often, I just get in a mood and write a quirky poem whose origin even I don’t really understand. “Your Penney-Ante Speeches” is one such poem and appears in my first book of poems, The Wind and the Shadows. Even if I don’t know where it came from exactly, it’s blunt playfulness makes me smile and does make a point.
Your Penney-Ante Speeches DON’T GIMME YOUR PENNEY-ANTE SPEECHES DON’T GIMME YOUR THEORETICKLE MY THUS TEENY WEENY SPLEENY YOUR MOUSTACHE DAUBING EMPTINESS YOUR SPIRITUAL ELECTURE CHAIR GIMME SOME BLOOD GIMME SOME GUTS GIMME SOME PIN PULLIN’ PLANK WALKIN’ FUNDAMENTALS GIMME SOME ULTIMATUMS C’MON LEMME SEE YUH SWEAT BIG GUY LEMME SEE YUH RIP YOUR HEART OUT AN’ LEMME WATCH IT BEAT IN THE OPEN AIR IF YOU GOT ONE
A Wandering Minstrel 