Maharaja Blues

Roses are red   Maharajas are blue   Boy oh boy   Do I have a story for you... One dark Christmas night   Mississippi shining bright   A flamingo stretched a wing   And softly began to sing. The notes they rang out soft   And through the air began to waft   A tune so sad and blue   But a rhythm so wild and new Something in the air shifted   And as the moonlight drifted   A portal awoke   Through it, the Maharajas spoke "I have lost my palace   And he has lost his palace too" They looked at the flamingo:   "We thought we'd come and stay with you." The flamingo seemingly from air   Found a bass guitar without a care   All of time and space went stiff   As he pulled off one sick riff. The tabla was banging   The harmonica jamming   Tonight once more, we are lucky to see   The Maharaja Blues se...

On Christmas morn in Ogmore fair,   The Maharaja rose from his royal chair,   But doom befell the festive plan.  The oven died with a wheezing fan.   No turkey roasting, no gravy steam,   Just seven souls and a fading dream.   Yet Rich, undaunted, stroked his chin:   “Fear not, my friends, this feast begins.”   Two chariots revved in the winter light,   A convoy born of culinary plight.   Seventy‑five miles through wind and frost,   With sprouts and stuffing carefully tossed.   To Nano Maharaja’s distant hall,   Where pots were mighty and ovens tall,   They bore the bird like sacred gold,  A Christmas quest in legends told.   The turkey sizzled, browned, and sang,   The kitchen filled with festive clang.   They carved and feasted, laughed and cheered,   For victory tasted richly seared.   Then back t...

https://museum.wales/articles/1187/Christmas-Traditions-The-Mari-Lwyd/ Mari Lwyd stomped in and neighed, “Come on then, bardic bear!” Miku flexed his velvet cloak and tossed his perfumed hair. They traded rhymes till closing time, each couplet more absurd, And no one could decide which line was worse than the last word. Mary rhymed “cawl”  with “towel,”  Miku rhymed “sheepskin”  with “deep sin,” Someone tried to judge the match  but drowned beneath the din. By dawn the pub was trembling,  the rafters near collapse  Yet both declared themselves the champ  and asked for more applause. By Maharaja Miku the Bard Bear  Full story index blog-story-category-index

  🎄🦩 Flamingo Sleigh On Christmas morn in skies of grey,   A sleigh took flight in bold array.   But reindeer called in sick that night. Too much eggnog, not enough might. So Santa squawked, “I need a crew!”   And from the tropics, pink wings flew.   With goggles tight and scarves aglow,   Flamingos lined up in the snow. They flapped and flared with festive pride,   In leather jackets, side by side.   Their legs were long, their hearts were light,   They danced through clouds in frosty flight. One led the charge with fearless grace,   A flamingo with a pilot’s face.   He winked at elves, then took the reins,   And soared through glittery candy canes. They dropped off gifts with perfect flair,   A ukulele, some socks, chocolate coins, and a pear.   From Cardiff’s roofs to London’s lanes,   They painted joy in snowy refrains. And Santa laughed,...