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.
Slams Destroyed Her Head
She was slammed by slam poetry, boo hoo!
Some folks wondered about the hullabaloo.
When bombarded with dread,
Sad thoughts destroyed her head.
Now, she thinks she’s a blithering cuckoo!
© July 17, 2010
You used to be my strength, my rock
I looked to you for comforting thoughts
Till you thinned like paper
Your caring tapered
And like scissors you cut me off
Received 1st place in PD's "rock paper scissors" contest
We're angry! What sports fan can blame us?
There hasn't been one loss for Jameis
But off-the-field ruckus
Makes sportscasters muck us
Once famous, now Jameis just shames us
*Written about former FSU quarterback Jameis Winston's run ins with the law.
I worked for a cranky old boss
who came to work always quite cross.
Finally found out,
he developed gout,
when stocks took a capital loss
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl SMuzzey
Mosquito with a bloody mission
Taking what's mine without permission
Loss of blood and a bump
Itchy scratch with a lump
Donation of blood, no commission
PLAYING THE LOTTERY
A young lady named Nanny Lou Wicket
Bought herself a lottery ticket
She won so much cash
It caused a heart attack
Now the money is gone, and so is Nanny Lou Wicket
Red, Black, Yellow - Brown or White
During the day or - late at night
- When Life is lost
- It’s too great a cost
No justification can make it right.
There once was a man that was lackluster
Who's life was one giant cluster
Writes a suicide note
He slits his throat
Blank stares are all his family can muster
There once was a guy who was crazy
Took bath salts to make him not lazy
Bad trip to say the least
Human flesh was a feast
Dead carcass was pushin' up daises
That's a week the wife has been missing
For years I've so longed this hoping
Prepare for the worst the Police said
Panic thoughts in my head
The Charity shop was not my so wishing
Not all my hits are home runs,
many of them miss the bat;
specators respond with boos...
right there I expect to lose,
and getting angry, I toss my cap.
Long back, a lottery ticket, I bought
Won a small sum which was lucky I thought
I boarded a bus with that cash
Lost five times that win in a flash
To a pickpocket, which left me distraught.
For: Susan Burch’s Lottery ticket limerick contest, 6 Jan 11
A place where gas and flame ignite
Mount Vesuvius spews in morning light
as I rocked and rolled
in a motion uncontrolled
hot embers hit the water with fright !!
A Gift For P.D.
Once came along sisters entity
Sound like runaway trains fifth degree
Across trailers tin roof
Dogs started howl and woof
When seen spirit pants I did pee
A bad day at the 7-11
The cola slurpee's not working again!
I don't want cherry,
Grape, or strawberry -
Only cola gives me that peace-like zen!
A strong hurricane blows across the beach
My umbrella turns inside-out; I screech!
Broadcasting from a cell phone
Rain pelts and there’s no tone
For the first time I’m at a loss for speech
I just knew it would be my lucky day
The lottery I decided to play
But I had no luck
Not even a buck
Now we're eating beans until my next pay
When I was a child of nine
I thought I had all the time
Time to live and be happy
Time to fish with my pappy
But death had crossed the line
That job he assigned came out a loss,
which tells why my boss' so mean and cross
Then down below my belt
his firm rough grasp I felt,
as me out on my ass he did toss
The once was a woman named Terri
Who could make you feel so merry
But then there was loss
When she tried to be boss
Inferior? She made you feel very
I hiked down to my old fish'in hole
one BIG "Rainbow Trout" was my goal
got nothing but snags
lost a whole jar of eggs
and into the lake went my pole
There once was an economist who claimed
Deregulation wasn’t to blame
For the failure of banks
Loss of middle class ranks
‘Til unemployment had to pay him in francs
John John's waitings must feverishly write
A day without John John that's just not right
We talk every single day
Never a loss for what to say
Each day we babble on in the early morning light
There once was a lad we all called him Mack
To carry his snacks, he had a backpack
While taking a snooze,
His backpack he’d lose
Somewhere, someone was enjoying a snack