From Bad to Verse: Bee Cause, Ode to My Bank, The Perfect Verse

Bee Cause 

Honeymaker 

In a tree 

Sings his love 

A lullabee 

 

Why does he do it? 

Just because 

He’s hoping she will 

Get a buzz 

 

Flake News 

Fake news is 

In my estimation 

The product of 

Artificial dissemination 

 

Interesting 

I wrote a verse about my debt 

Last evening as I drank 

The title for it has been set 

It’s called “Ode to my Bank” 

 

Popsicle, Popsicle 

Sugary, colorful, frozen 

A treat 

Fruity concoction 

In summer we eat 

 

Popsicle, popsicle 

Give it a lick 

If it melts on your hand 

You get two kinds of stick 

 

Advice 

One thing to remember 

That smart people know 

If you want things to come to you 

You can’t go with the flow 

 

Limericks 

I hope there is no one who’s dying 

From the blow-up that’s causing much crying 

A bomber named Klaus 

Hit one boarding house 

And the roomers, they say, are all flying 

 

Let It Shine 

(to the tune of “Let It Snow”) 

Oh the weather outside looks better 

You can put away your sweater 

And the sun is all bright and fine 

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine 

 

The breeze is just lightly blowing 

And we’ve passed the tine for snowing 

Say goodbye to the winter time 

Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine 

 

(chorus) 

Yes the springtime is finally here 

And the temperature really is warm 

The skies are becoming clear 

Oh how I love the new norm! 

 

So the flowers are now emerging 

From the soil they are upsurging 

It’s part of a grand design 

So let it shine, let it shine, let it shine 

 

High Jumper 

Iggledy Higgledy  

Piggledy Poo 

I know that I can  

Jump higher than you 

 

If you stand on the street 

Or you lie in your bed 

I can jump over 

The top of your head 

 

Go out and find  

The highest of trees 

And I will jump over 

Them all, if you please 

 

Higher than buildings 

And helium balloons 

I jumped over the cow 

That jumped over the moon 

 

My jumping’s chaotic 

And leads to confusion 

So now I am jumping 

To a conclusion 

 

The Perfect Verse 

A perfect verse is what I seek 

It’s giving me a fit 

I’ve worked on it for several weeks 

And I don’t wish to quit 

 

If stubbornness became creative 

A Hemingway I’d be 

But I am cursed 

Since it’s reversed 

This verse will not be writ 

 

But wait . .  

 

Kevin Ahern is an Oregon State University Professor Emeritus of Biochemistry and Biophysics. In his retirement, he writes verses.   

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