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!
Some people you meet leave an lasting impression
Some pass through without even a mention
The ones that stand out
Leave us no doubt
Friendships for life are without exception
I post my poems on poetry soup
About farting and guys with brewer’s droop
I’ve been given a crown
And I won’t let Flo down
Be assured I’ll keep on posting my poop!
Posted in conjunction with my blog about my amazing gifts from F J Thomas
25th January 2017
Silent One is a new friend of mine
A more loyal friend would be hard to find
Every day he responds
Strengthens our bond
I'm honoured to have such a friendship defined
Our friendship here had only just started
then you left me alone, broken hearted
you're gone but not forgotten
now life it seems so rotten
ever since the sad day you departed.
We miss you, Chan :)
This was my sadder take on the "poet who broke my heart" contest theme.
I have a friend by the name of Tim,
He keeps in shape when frequents the gym.
His Kelly green Mustang he drove
And smack'd it into a cove.
The witches got him and ate one of his limbs!
Happy Birthday to this awesome THREE:
to Frank, Kashinath, and P.D.
Those born this day SEVEN
have blessings of Heaven
in wit, charm and poetry!
Resurrecting this oldie for the contest of PD:
You three guys are tops with me!
Just a text to say i love you
I cant help it there's nothing i can do.
You are my best friend
And my love for you will never end.
I just want to know if you love me too
Luloo was in a terrible rush
Shovelled snow then fell on her tush
It isn't a joke -
Her ankle got broke
But the snow's now turned into slush
GET WELL SOON LULOO
26th February 2016
There is a poet, her name is SKAT.
She read all my limy's, now that's phat.
When she was done reading.
It showed she had breeding.
So people, what do you think of that?
There once was a friend of mine,
Who was famed for making wine.
Her visits were great,
As she brought a crate -
But I lost a week each time.
For Francine's Bottle of Wine contest, written 17th June
There’s a peach of a girl named P.D.
Who is a friend of both you and me
She’s gone away
I already miss her today
Her kind words and Queen Slam poetry
*If you find another sad limerick let me know*
I was lurking around but she finally found me,
We're watching the clouds and lying under a tree.
Saying words to be outspoken,
Worrying nothing even the glass is broken.
And I will lastingly love her because she's with me.
(Hey, Moonbee! Wait up!...)
You're visiting friends on Titan I hear?
My starship's broke down (In the shop I fear)
Wow...SATURN'S a long FLIGHT
Hitch a ride? Well ALRIGHT!
Could you drop me off at the moon, my dear?
MrSilent has gone silent if you haven't noticed
Perhaps he's just vamoosed to the Ivory Coast
Wherever he be
Tween you and me
Missed he is, a dear friend of mine I boast
Yesterday as the afternoon was coming to a close
The doorbell rang, it was Vanessa holding a beautiful rose,
For you I have just snipped it,
Still communicate, two metres apart seems fit,
Was touched, Vanessa and Neel’s, best neighbours, it shows!
My friend Silent One brightens my days with words uplifting
Crowning him king of jolly old, would be befitting
Has my vote
This talented bloke
One vote per poet and no counterfeiting
Another new friend here on the Soup
Is Mo, for her I'd jump through hoops
Lives in our capital
She's still quite rational
Couriered her way into my heart..no poop!
My poet friend, Jan, has a style
That makes others chuckle and smile
And for her sweet gift
Giving glum folks a lift
There's no other pursuit.more worthwhile.
* For Jan Allison - who dips her quill in the happiest ink*
There once was a fellow named Joe
To the Soup, he was comrade and foe
At times he would blog
Then poets would flog
Yet, he always would leave us aglow
Written by Gail DeBole on December 20, 2011
Updated on March 14, 2020
Miss Gena loves all purple things
No matter what her day might bring.
She loves purple clothes...
Has oodles of those -
And also wears quite fancy rings.
Part of the Portrait Poetry Collection
A NIGHT OF FUN WAS WHAT WE ENJOYED
SANS YOUNG TRACY AND THE JOVIAL BOY
THE BAND WAS ROCKING
WE WERE NOT STOPPING
TO REMINISCE AND DANCE OH WHAT A JOY!
After a wonderful reunion with friends missed for thirty years
There is a Poet, named Robert Dufresne,
I laugh at his Poetry until I'm insane
with Brick Townsend, he plays,
a collaborative game
But Bill Lipton's Horse is a pain.
My Lawyer said I was his friend
He said "lean toward the floor and bend"
O'boy was I dumb
He inserted his thumb
and our friendship quickly came to an end
I found a new joy that's beyond explanation
A friendship so real, I make this proclamation
One that's so true
A real true blue
Quickly gave into the overpowering temptation
© Jack Ellison 2015