I was blessed by a golden cash cow
She’s a wonderful friend to me now
For those in the know
She goes with the flow
Here’s my tribute, may she take a bow!
There may be a flood in the Isle of Man
From the bladder of poetry Jan
There is no denying
Inco pads I’ll be buying
I’ll judge the contest as fast as I can
27th April 2015
There once was a poet named Moreno.
Who wrote some great poems all supremo.
He was king of Haiku.
He helped everyone too!
Raul for the contests our thanks we show!!!!
Sir Silent One has recently paid me some visits
Not silent in appreciation for his charming wee snippets
Thank you Sir Silent
You are the finest
And may I add, love your jolly old game of cricket
Michelle, an appreciative poet
Decided to take time to show it.
Wrote a poem to her pals,
To both guys and gals-
She was always nice, now we all know it.
This Scottish guy never cares for the norm
It doesn't bother his ass, no matter the form
There's too much of this
And there's too much of that
Please write to the form, or suffer the storm
May I add this doesn't conform to the Syllable count.
There was a poet at PoetrySoup
Whose only wish was to help the group
Poems he wrote every day
Just wanted good things to say
Disappointed though, he left to recoup!
(C) Demetrios Trifiatis
17 MARCH 2015
Excuse me please, pardon me, thank you ma’am.
Hold the door, turn the cheek, that’s who I am.
Facetiousness, so sad,
By any name is bad.
Hateful pretense is why I’m against slam.
Jul 17 2010 For Dane's "anti slam" contest
Removed do to excessive creativity
Thank you for all the emails, and yes I will write for the ones who requested!!!
This Club Med lagoon really holds the heat,
with a beach front view and a coral suite.
But the best of all
as we watch it fall
is how they serve up each meal on a sheet!
The lifestyle I have I would keep
My expenses however are steep
So me you will serve
You're the help I deserve
Without any tip cause I'm cheap
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'!"
Without you sweet guys, how would I get through
Your friendship gives me strength to battle the blues
So I'm just letting you know
That white stuff ain't snow
They're clouds of marshmallows so don't be confused
© Jack Ellison 2016
Bees are fragile but remarkable insects;
too painful are their stings
and they buzz constantly,
'though they make sweet honey...
oh, these small insects delight our palates!
Would like to thank all my friends on the Soup
For all you sweet guys, I'd jump through hoops
No matter the country
Moods always sunny
Makes every single day as happy as poop
© Jack Ellison 2015
What sweet relief it is to see
How very well life can be
With water and power and all things Good
I thank you God for making life so smooth
All by your very own decree!
There once was a Santa from Nome.
From house to house he did roam,
When done he stopped for a beer
And some friendly Holiday cheer.
Alas…… he couldn’t find his way home.
thank you Carolyn..lets see what the chef can come up with...
I found the “PoetrySoup” site,
Reading the poems was a delight.
Wow! they were fantastic,
And some were sarcastic,
Now I write poetry all night.
An alien came to earth called James
Looking for a New Jersey dame
He found one on the soup
Amidst this amazing troop
And revelled at her writing fame
End of November and STILL no sxxx
As we sing hallelujah, it's Canada you know
Don't rock the boat
But keep handy your coat
Soon we'll be up to our ying yangs..quite apropos!
© Jack Ellison 2015
oh shirtey methinks yer very good,
laughing here, well understood,
headless chicckys jerk n flap,
bout pollys splashed by word of yap,
speak straight they only could?
thank you Dave Williams (crap)...
They're predicting the warmest winter on record
El Ninjo is the reason, oh thank you dear Lord
Will wear shorts all winter
But must protect my mister
The price of an implant I really can't afford
© Jack Ellison 2015
Do i know a poet called Suzi
No, but i know a Deborah Guzzi
Her poems are great, well worth the wait
All poetry she reads, she's not choosy
The Limerick Game..Carrie Richards has been tagged!!!
I spied a stranger when I went to town,
Sipping champagne whilst in his dressing gown.
He looked at me, gave a smile,
I gave one back it's true.
Thank you for the drink he said,
I've just charged this one to you.
Shouldn't we give thanks to the millions of hens
Who provide us with eggs without compensence
Just chicken feed
I call that greed
Give 'em a wee chick, a home with a white picket fence