The arms of the willow started to sway
and this curious glow rippled my way.
While flirting with my feet,
nature played a song so sweet.
The lake our dance floor 'til the sun's first ray.
Three times higher on Mars you can jump,
which is great, but you'll sure be a grump
if you visit the spot
so incredibly hot
that the sun, when it's close, roasts your rump!
For the Life On Mars Poetry Contest of Brian Davey
There's a guy on the Soup called Chris
Captain Hook or Peter Pan is his wish
Boy his Blogs are so good
By this Canadian dude
His information sure is the Biz
The day I joined the Soup
Frankly I was so cock-a-hoop
So many kind poets
Who didn't all know it
Most definitely the best writing troop
There once was a crude Irish knave
Who hid deep within Fingal’s cave.
He felt it safe there to flee,
Thinking “naught could get to me”
Until swept away by a wave.
Oh to touch your body just one more time
Two parts of your anatomy I have in mind
A bit south of your neck
And north of your knees by heck
These couple of places are absolutely sublime
I'm struggling with my first email
Having trouble with the slightest detail
I've done what they say a
But it's the circle they say
When I send, all I get is a failed
There once was a young boy called Tim,
Who decided the Mersey to swim,
Got in to his knees,
But started to freeze,
So decided it wasn't for him!
Too much of this bitching and crying
When poetry is purely about trying
Toys thrown out of the pram
Simply who gives a damn
Or is it simply lies underlying
Memories from another poetry site, hence why I'm here!
This one town never knows gas pump shock,
with no windows or gas caps to lock.
Fred and Barneys' fast feet
move that crate down the street,
so, no smoke or no smog in.Bedrock.
Oh my, my computer isn't working
No matter the amount of my twerking
Support, walk ten paces back
It's now a matter of fact
Keyboard loose, too much tugging jerking
Little one winks to her big James
Her mind wants the evening games
Ones desire to be astride
For their lips to collide
Passion fueled they danced into flames
I'm for all people and their faith
It's for them and not others to deface
They'll have their moment to preach
On poetry sites the words teach
And leave for another time, another place
There's one thing I've noticed about rabbits
And that's their very prolific habits
Their birth rate they could reduce
Should Brer Hare Cease to seduce
And banned from places Miz Hare inhabits
Robert LHinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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I do like European food
Hungary and right in the mood,
I Czech'd the specialty
And Finnished a Turkey -
O'slo I did eat, t'was so good!
Inspired by a pun I read recently
I saw the huge beast from the dock.
The scene evoked bowel loosening shock.
Run and hide, Nessie!
It's about to get messy.
Rosie O'Donnell* is swimming in the Loch.
(*or insert your "favorite" celebrity name here)
After tossing back too many shots,
My tummy got tied up in knots.
But the outhouse fell down,
now a king with no crown,
I cover up where I must: "Thank You Scotts'!"
no doudt get out
stop beening along
go to rome
fine where you belong
go dance prance
go to the beach run
lay in the sun
HAVE SOME FUN
Our politicians to be told what for
Why they continue to take us to war
Is it for the oil and ores
To continue earth sores
Or for conglomerate greed galore
I still have dreams of my favorite car
It took me to places not really far
On some days it would not start
One day it just fell apart
So few moments we were on par
In History, Nelson fought the Spanish
This powerful Armada did vanish
My ancestor was in thrall
Kismet Hardy had a ball
No invasion, the infidels, banished
While all parked in their separate places
Couples were watching the Submarine Races
Trying hard not to show their faces
The chicks with all of their graces
Put their tops back on - their Chantilly Laces!
Preparing his conference speech
Old man ended up on nude beach
By virtue or vise
He stuck his device
In each blowhole he could reach
They gave me some nice tennis shoes.
When I came to prison it's true.
They said you must wear
and you must not care.
That a dead man has done paid his dues.
For SKAT's "Shoes" contest
Poor octogenarian Darrell,
At Niagara with his young bride, Carol,
The love struck old geezer,
In order to please her,
Plunged over the falls in a barrel