Phantoums on the Shore The Carpenter and Walrus walked beneath the shining sun. The moon was angry as it stalked the globe whose day was done. Beneath the shining sun the beach was dry as it could be. The globe whose day was done completely dried the deep blue sea. The beach was dry as it could be so oysters ran on shore. Completely dried, the deep blue sea was there for them no more. As oysters ran on shore the two prepared their serviette. Completely dried, the deep blue sea— but appetites were whet. As both prepared their serviette, the oysters gathered round. Both appetites now filled past whet, the oysters made no sound. The oysters had been gathered round where angry moon once stalked; But now the oysters made no sound where two friends talked and walked.
A Peaceful Poem Down the street, a garden gnome in early morning likes to roam amidst the fragrance in the loam he cultivates around his home. He plants flowers, then he’ll grow’m; that’s because he likes to show’m. Dirty flowers? Shampoo foam— he says it’s easy to dry-blow’m. As for weeds, just pick and throw’m! Passers-by who’ve come to know’m often hear him sing this tome, for his life’s a peaceful poem which offers everyone, “Shalom.”
Ken Gosse generally writes short, rhymed verse using whimsy and humor in traditional meters. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, since then in The Offbeat, Pure Slush, Parody, Home Planet News Online, Sparks of Calliope and others. Raised in the Chicago, Illinois, suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years.