bognetta

As Bill Withers
I put the FUN in Funeral
This is my tribute
(Jimmy Buffet started it!)

Could I be the one

To fill your space

With noise & color?

For you did not enjoy

Routine & habits

Making life duller

And so the entertainer

Begs the audience

To open up to him/her

Because the ingredients

Mixed together, stir

Hopefully, the vision

Is as clear as the dream

And the arduous churning butter

Can now result in cream

Did I get it backwards?

Or simply bridge across?

Throughout all my wandering

I cannot say I’m lost

Even if all these spells

Are re-can’ts at best

Confounded or dumb-founded

I rhyme just like the rest

Perhaps there isn’t a reason for it

But there’s certainly a rhyme

For all things said or done by me

There was a lot of time

Why does a train have to keep track?

Why is not a pin instead of heart attack?

Why doesn’t the wine act like jello?

Why isn’t everyone calm & mellow?

The questions surely abound

Even so, don’t make a sound

Just smile & play along

No need to point fingers of ‘who’s wrong’

Before you know it, you’ll be there

It might not be righteous, it might not be fair

But if you caused no ruckus

You’ll never, ever fuck us

And that may be a blessing

For whatever you were messing

Piece/Peace!

Hello! Bognetta here! And I wanna rock your world!
You see, they say that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world
But I haven’t a cradle – the kids are grown up!
Besides, they also say, ‘Don’t rock the boat’ and I don’t have to
Since the Crocodile does a pretty good job.
I know it’s only rock n’ roll, but I like it too
When love is on the rocks or I’ve hit rock bottom,
I have to beware of the Scorpion that rests under the rock
I’m a wee bit confused since a rolling stone gathers no moss
Yet, a rock that rolls cannot build a home.
So, I guess I shouldn’t waste too many stones on one bird
In these Rock of Ages, it feels we’re all doing the Jailhouse rock
For instance, I wanna rock & roll all night
But sometimes we’ve gotta build with the stones we have
Caught between a rock and a hard place,
I should prefer to let pop rocks sizzle on my tongue
As hard of a rock or as solid as a rock may be,
It is drops of water that make a hole in a rock
When all the water is gone, only the largest stones will still remain in the riverbed
It doesn’t much matter if its one, two, three o’clock or four o’clock rock
There’s only one way to rock and Rock n’Roll ain’t noise pollution
It’s so weird how they say when a king reigns it is thanks to the people
And when when a river sings, it is thanks to the stones
Yet, riverstones remain while water flows away
Even one who may be as dumb as a box of rocks knows
That when they see a rock coming, it hurts less
It’s true one pebble doesn’t make a floor and gifts break rocks
And sometimes I feel as a tree loaded with fruits of which people can’t help but throw stones at
But given these happenings, I’m with Plato in the search for that small, bright pebble
To be contented with now & then

If I’m not coloring, I’m painting

If I’m not alert, I’m fainting

If I’m not bicycling, I’m recycling

If I’m not canning, I’m fanning

If I’m not cool, I’m chilling

If I’m not warm, I’m hot

(The point of this poem? I forgot)

If I’m not swimming, I’m winning

When I’m on a bus, I ponder the fuss

If I’m not eating, life’s fleeting

If I can’t play, I watch

(But sometimes can’t handle a Swatch)

If I don’t switch, I’m a witch

(I don’t know that awful term, ‘bitch’)

If I’m not calm, I sing song

Just telling you I somehow belong ☺️

Oh, goodness, gracious! I’m a drug addict!
My high is riding those white lines upon the road
If I stay inside in the dark, could be flattened
As a toad! Or worse! Would just crash
Into a shopping cart as I’m going too fast!
With only thirty feet of vision,
The splatter could mean a division!
Yet, I cannot stop myself…I will not yield!
Riding my road bike has become my field!
The cool morning air has me hooked
Suddenly, my metabolism is cooked!
I’m so engaged with the lusty feel
As if I own the world when I kick up my heels
Of course, I get saddle bumps
Butt the sting of it helps me take my lumps
And I’d rather have those than sugar
Circulation too, releases every last booger
And I hack them up in a weird light green
Sorry parents, kiddies ought to be screened
But I just didn’t have time to warn you
That this funny addiction has me spewing corn (EW!)
Some tell me these white lines are healthy
Others say, ‘Get a job to be wealthy!’
However, I already tried that avenue
Seemed all money earned just blew!
It was an awful rotation, but I like a straight line
Another drug addiction is my ability to rhyme
Therefore, I’m caught up in the sport & game
If I can’t have fortune, at least I’ll take fame!
(Remember my name…Bognetta)

As we all know, the Titanic sunk

(Too busy playing with tits or tilts)

Then there was this guy named Noah

(But that was the new lettering for ‘Know Ah’)

So, this guy Noah already knew pleasure

And, he derived it by getting things done…

Home-made

So, I suppose the lesson of these two ships

Is to just stay at home…

When you wanna give lip

You want a job done, right?

(Or done right (correctly)?

Then do it yourself!

People may laugh if they hear the noise

But we all know what happens

When we play with girls or boys…

Scribble, scribble, scribble ‘til the night is done
Fondling my pen until daylight comes
Somehow, the simple curtsy got gutsy
Scratch, scratch, scratch goes my fingers
To my head as I linger
Just sweating out the pain in my hip
I can’t help how I’m giving lip
Sure, I wanted to sleep, but it didn’t get weak
It throbbed along my side
Too strong for me to cry
So, I tolerated throughout the night
What good did it do to fight?
When my own anger have to smite?

Get some flowers (flour) and sugar me with sweets
Start with introductions, something in a glass (Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker!)
Ignite the pilot light
Then you gonna kiss my ass (You’d better if you want a piece!)
If you can’t find the pilot hole
Open the broiler
Light a LONG match
Grab a couple eggs
Smooth on some oil/butter
Use a van unless I’m ill…UGH (Vanilla)
Make sure the ex is on another track (Extract)
Don’t forget to sprinkle a little baking (baby) powder
Mix it up
Pour in some PAN (no explanation needed)
Let it rise
Don’t jump or it’ll fall!
Bake, Baby, BAKE!
Pull it out & enjoy!
(Clean up the batter)

We put it together expecting a stick
But later we find a boot to lick
It’s tasty, it’s chewy as leather can be
But it’s clogging digestion, I see
So instead for the swallow and gulp
Ignore the labeling scheme of culp
Able and willing this time
To live out this beautiful rhyme
What in the world is the time?
Who put the time in for crime?
How was it committed and who was at fault?
Seems the rock moveth although it’s basalt
Esque Akua. (Coochie Coochi Coo!)