Brown Nose Poems | Examples

Premium Member If Mama Ain't Happy

"If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy" One of my favorite quotes by a man named Ron Hall

If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Tell that to each kid and his or her pappy.
Some moms can be weird, but think of all they do,
especially the pain they went through delivering you!

If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy..
So even when life might seem a bit crappy,
it's probably worse for your dear mama.
Don't whine and complain, causing more drama.

If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Show your own mama that you can be zappy
by eagerly helping her. Be on your toes.
It won't kill you either to even brown-nose.

If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
On this Mother's Day be a bit sappy.
Respect her. Adore her. To her wisdom defer.
And do for your Mama what most pleases HER!

Premium Member The Christmas Card List

Scratch off everyone who passed away
and those who went astray
those who did not send you one
I know but Blah Humbug! is somewhat fun
Have to send to relatives who are rich
and to all family so no one will b...snitch
and to the one who pays your paycheck
Holiday seasons can be a brown nose l...a doodle do
And for the non Christians on your list
sending Thanksgiving cards is the best
No checks, cash or gift cards in 2022
a greeting is all you can afford to do
Edit twice and how many do you need
looks like your down to two or three
Save on stamps and spit
Looks like it's gonna be a Merry Christmas


So Ugly You Need a Reincarnation

She is so ugly she needs a reincarnation 
far too fat for a one time zone nation 
chuck her an apple it goes into orbit 
around her waist where she’s so morbid 

Stop complaining I’m having a laugh 
I’m not fat shaming I haven’t got wrath 
look at her stuck when she’s having a bath 
tub’s to small should have done the math 

It’s not actually her weight that I do hate 
but her personality and fact she’s fake 
she’s a teachers pet and the bosses mate 
sucking up to more than what’s on a plate 

When you help her she forgets it, 
Mrs The Point the celestial object
she has poor health and lacks real logic 
an enemy an ally and a brown nose profit 

Selfishness and circle sides  
sphere of influence sprouting lies 
doesn’t move with gout on thighs 
look at her eating all the pies!!

Filthy Is the Color Of


Some got a pathological need,
a dirty obsession for that coffin wallpaper
They wrapped themselves in the black widow veil
of murderous deceit
For what?
To taste the yellow snow 
of an unclean life   insurance policy,
a crimson crypt guarantee
They’re willing to scarlet signature go
to the pit of perdition below
With the gnashing of their plaque teeth,
their lying gangrene gums
have a bottomless covetous bleed

Oh how filthy is the color of greed!

Their gain green ways
is dirty money laundry madness
A purple reign whitewash rinse
is obscenely falling at a Faustian pace
The prince of this world
got them brown nose benders,
those bloodhound coin sniffers,
on a silver urn lucre loco motive chase

But the code blue folly of it all,
the gold digger worms 
do-do come to a flatline crawl

And that dollar bill cadaver feed
is a pink ink lip lust envy
for violet dye poison ivy —  
A sin dung beetle sordid concede

Oh how filthy is the color of greed!

Scare Her Will Some

You’ve an ahrse the size of Jupiter 
and a head that couldn’t be stupider 
as for your teets I’m not sure they exist
you’re a nasty narcissist 
brown nose and lips 
probably Nazi in a past life 
genocide your pastime 
I know you’re a fool
when given authority 
acting awful awfully 
so without a doubt undoubtedly
I won't repeat repeatedly
unhonourable honesty 
be assuredly assured of me
if war you want then war there be 
conditions unconditionally 
psychopath psychology
never ending endlessly 
forever I will torridly 
horror thee most horribly 
sorrow follow you freely
tomorrow will always be
hollowed unhappily
happy days for me.

So if you seek to leave me weak
beat me down unkindly speak
will treat you a descending trip
no words will ever leave my lip.

I'll let leak lethal upheaval
devil level illegal
drug and needle
and if I need more
to feed pour you'll endure evil
a war we war where you will weaken
worn down sorry sore and beaten
words won't work best be believing
when it ends you won't be breathing
your breed will cease undisputedly 
removed unrefuted conclusion peace


Obsequious Odor


Brown nose,
head bowed low
Sniffing submissively so

Wag the sniveling tongue,
show the power privileged ones 
much servile love
Catch the prime scraps
tossed from your master’s table

Give a howl of gratitude,
back bent ... eyes to the floor
Do a lot of begging for a little more

Disgruntled windbag gas, 
from the top cat sphincter mouth crack,
wafts in an odious fashion
Pet brown noses love that unappetizing smell
Obsequious odor
is their collared passion 

Pungent leftover scent passed over 
bottom end face down — 
Complete compliance drool dripping 
grovel to the ground

Beggarly you beagle bark
for an extra morsel
Missy gives you a moonshine treat
out the backdoor

Brown nose do as you’re told,
and your belly 
will always stay belch full

Sleepy eyes resting by the Uncle Tom cabin fire,
the odor of rotten servitude pleases you
So in lap tongue love with your desired 
bowel oppression fate

As you dog-eared wait 
for an anticipated olfactory taste
of the next tummy toilet pull

Premium Member Clown In the Ground

From the first breath 'till my death
I've played the role of happy clown
first- wearing the newborn silly hat
plastic phone placed in my hands
parents cooing at my first "smile" 
knowing all along it was only baby gas.

Then the hormones ran wild
thinking of nothing but sticky romance
juggling snotty lies and pretty lines
to get good girls to drop their pants.

Now everyday I'm putting on a big smiley face-
Clawing up the plastic smile ladder. 
Collecting my pauper's pay.
Topping it off with a big brown nose
drinking dirty Kool-Aid from boss man's hose.

Even at my funeral, I'll play the smiling clown.
While the gravedigger gives me to ground.

A Cyrano Situation


Pinocchio politicians
got long nose ambitions
Pirate patch parrot thoughts
in the bosom
keel dereliction decisions
Gender gypsy tramps bought,
paid horizontal submission
Whore whispers being said
Global security is premature burial 
on a bald eagle spread bed ... 
squirting liquid lies: moo white noise emission
Face paste looks like a Cyrano rinse condition
Gator tears shaking 
from a dirty tongue megaphone
Broken spit vows 
gutter belly creeping back home
One less bell to answer:
no hearing mo’ tales of wives wronged
Lewd lute lips playing lover musical chairs,
one less sitter — 
drunk odious woman fallen down the stairs
Fake profit fiddlers 
are mannequin pocket piddling
and double-talk diddling ,
Nero nay palms are starting grease fires
in the negotiating kitchen
Nuclear smoke alarm 
on a chirping tweet oral fixation
Fat kick-back Russian roulette fumes ...
it smells like a Cyrano situation
Where’s the ladder and the fire hose,
why ain’t the rubber moving on the road?
Guess you gotta trust the crafty Fahrenheit ones,
with the shortest mercury brown nose

Never Hit a Potamus

Never Hit a Potamus

Never hit a Potamus,
on his grey brown nose.
Cos' if you do, he'll flatten you,
by jumping on your toes.



For 7 year olds
Contest to follow
KS 28.1.18

During a Round of Golf At Pebble Beach

On Pebble Beach's seventh green
I paused to watch an otter.
He dove, cavorted, spun around,
An acrobat on water.
Then lolling, drifting, eyeing me
He twitched brown nose and whiskers.
His thought, that moment, mirrored mine:
"He plays all day, that rascal."

The Modern Knight

 The modern Knight 

The Knight of the realm ,
Was a great man of courage,
Who protected the people,
Got dubbed by the King,

The bravest of brave,
Moralitys brightest,
Loved by the people,
Now the rich mans plaything???

But it became some snobs, crass title,
Given to Kerrs, and curs aint the thing,
Class distinction, from above, call me mister or sir? 
The greatest of toads, to serve the toad master,
Brown nose, hum dingers, billy stinkers, I ching,

Gee golly they call me mr or sir?
Right next to the saints,
I’ve risen old thing,
To keep me head down,
I’ll need on me bridle,
A martingale strong,
So me head doesn’t sing…

Don Johnson

THE ONE WHO ALLOWED 12 ATOM BOMBS EXPLODED HERE IN AUSTRALIA GOT KNIGHTED FOR SERVICE TO THE QUEEN:}  
ONLY 12 THOUSAND AUSSIES DEAD FROM STRONTIUM 90 IN THE MILK, AND ALL THE LITTLE KIDDIES GOT IT AT SCHOOL TOO IN THE FIFTYS... I REFUSED TO DRINK MILK AINT I LUCKY ???

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHBLBkYiCK4

check it out if you don't believe :{

Hand In Hand

It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows on your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky 
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, 
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.

Teacher's Pet

In every class I’ve taken yet
There’s one who longs to be
A brown-nose, suck-up teacher’s pet
And man, it bothers me!

The one who always answers first
Or quickly volunteers
To hand out what must be dispersed
Ahead of all her peers.

The one who helps the teacher out
With every chore and mission;
Whose smiles are phony, there’s no doubt,
Just like a politician.

The one who needs the spotlight’s glow
And thus, appears quite greedy;
But more than likely, that’s not so – 
She’s probably just needy.

Yet from the teacher’s point of view,
That pet makes life real easy.
The rest of us, however, find
Such actions really cheesy.

Premium Member Both My Kids Have Birthdays Next Month

Is weird to be born
in society thinks is the 
greatest ever and for good reasons.

I was being breast-fed when my mom heard the news
of JFK
She remembers, I don't.

I don't member RFK either or even 
MLK, but what I will tell ya
is forty odd years later  doesn't ring true
that all three were
“random acts of violence”

We gotta get smart, people
trust our own brains 'cause I tell ya
what slave-owners don't want ya to know

Long as ya buy in to brown-nose ass kissin' consumption
you're riskin' your kids future and furthermore
the half-life for super-powers is about two-hundred
years, ask greece and rome
turkey, egypt, great brittain and so on

just sayin' think on it please
that's all.

Premium Member This Tear

This tear                                  So tightly held these salty tears                           
so tight my eyes squeeze                   embracing the We like long lost love
and yet you fall, fall with a weight            of remembrance returning to the earth
  of cares sinking in a fathomless lake of woe            moistening it without glaze.

This tear                                           Flicked freely from the corner of mother’s eye
dropping with pointed precision       upon pearl white cheek     flying momentarily...
  or running childishly from the tip    on the fingertips of joy 
beside a chocolate brown nose. Or in gasps of anguish too great for arms to hold      
Circles the world with the bounty of heart…

When released from imprisoned  chest
           bodes more than woe. 
                                  This tear defines the humanity of man.

Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Personify a Tear

* Do to the 12 line requirement this verse has been altered to be read both left to right and from top to bottom.

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