Poetry – Page 24 – Bob Boyd's Poetry

Pet Stores Shouldn’t Keep Bettas In Plastic Cups

In a pet store, languished a sad, old Betta fish
Jailed in a tiny plastic cup with a tight lid
Depressed he wondered how have I come to only this
Plastic cup-bound captive unhappy and morbid.

When he was a younger fish, he had great grand dreams
Of living the high life in a ritzy fish tank
With bubbling water and lights like soft moonbeams
With years trapped in that goddamn cup, his hopes all sank.

Then came a renowned fish whisper named Bob Boyd
Who quietly listened to the Betta’s sad tale
And he deduced he didn’t have to be a Fraud
To see the Betta was suffering in his jail.

Having no money on him, he needed a plan
He didn’t have one till he saw an open door
With the excited Betta in his trembling hand
He yelled Freedom! And ran right out of the pet store.

Bob Boyd

For Maria

In deeper Catholicism are revered Victim Souls
Who’s suffering helps everyone in the whole world
If that is true, the rest of us play far lesser roles
In this intermission before the great afterworld

I believe Maria’s temporary earthbound fate
Might be like those Souls and a prelude to something great
I believe when she leaves this ever uncertain world
She will be like an angel in the great afterworld.

Bob Boyd

I’m So Done With That Miss Vicky

I’m so done with that Miss Vicky
Love bomb poem didn’t sticky
Blind like a bat, she cannot see
What could have been, what ought to be.

But it doesn’t matter to me
Don’t care about what could not be
Got a plan to set my heart free
In the next stanza, you will see.

I got game at Harris Teeter
Probably find someone sweeter
Fresh pickins’ in the produce aisles
Hotter stuff with come hither smiles.

Written in 1918 by Bob Boyd, who was a humble and distinguished Scottish Lord, while taking the waters to cure his aching heart at the celebrated Sturbridge Spa in Sturbridge, Massachusetts.

A Boatload of Guppy Babies

One of my guppies just had a boatload of babies
Oh my God! But it could have been seriously worse
She could have had a boatload of rabies.

Bob Boyd

I’m In Love With A Witch

I don’t care if she is a witch
My pulse reaches a frantic pitch
When She looks into my stunned eyes
And her love above all I prize.

I don’t care if she casts a spell
That could consign us both to hell
For her love, I’d even go there
For her love, I’d go anywhere.

Bob Boyd

Why I Never Found Bigfoot



I have hunted Bigfoot for years
Got frustrated and had angry tears 
Didn’t find his body or scat
All I found was a mean wild cat

Once I found big footprints in snow
But it was just a silly show
I thought for sure that they were his
Just pranksters messing with my biz

I know now why no trace of him
My image of Bigfoot was dim
He’s more than the conventional
He’s an Interdimensional. 

Bob Boyd

A Chipmunk and a Tricky Crow Named Randy

Chipmunk, Chipmunk what do you like to eat?
Bonbons are my favorite treat.
Chipmunk, Chipmunk where do you find candy? 
From a tricky crow named Randy
He brings me vegetables and mealworms too
Once he brought pieces of a vegan stew
I spit it out and said that won’t do 
Randy was trying to be tricky and coy
And turn me into a soy boy.

Bob Boyd

Lizard Man

In Scape Ore Swamp there’s a Lizard Man
Bigger, badder than a he-man
Stay away from that scary swamp
Or he might eat you - chomp, chomp, chomp.

Bob Boyd

Earth Angels

Dedicated earth angels helping the sick
Despite hard hours remaining angelic
Compassionately saving lives from dying
Never giving up on you, always trying
To heal your body with saintlike tenderness 
Using precision, care, and benevolence
As surely as there is a number seven
There’s a special place for nurses in heaven.

Bob Boyd

Ode To Miss Vicky

Supermodels in London and Milan
Strutting down runways with joyful elan.
Beautiful women only for a while
Compare not to Miss Vicky's ever-sweet smile. 
Enthralling young beauties rank second place
To her enduring charms and lovely face.

Bob Boyd