Axiom illusion
Liquefied minuet
Sphere in watercolors
Squirrel furry fetters
Jazz at max
Tree cutbacks
Hacksaw axe
Rat-ah-tacks
Morse code fax
Acorn tax
I have a voice within
day and night chatters incessantly
it simply will not take a rest
I write because no one
will listen to my babble
Sometimes it’s silliness and nonsense
at random times there’s the odd gem
a bit of unrequited wisdom
it’s like a bag of assorted candy
never know what we’re about to get
who has time to sit and listen
it’d take the patience of a saint
So I write all my thought bubbles
and throw them in a candy jar
offering them to random strangers
so they can peruse meanwhile my voice
is free to say all it’s got to say
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 with 5-7 words per line
Jack was nimble...
Jack was quick...
Jack once jumped over a candlestick.
But time flies,
and the world turns.
What an embarrassing place for third degree burns.
The sage confronted the goofballs, three -
"How dare you donkeys challenge me?
My credentials are unquestioned, twits.
So, scatter forth, boneheads, nitwits."
"Your qualifications are indeed top drawer.
We numskulls are looking for number four."
The Inglish langwig has many a rool.
Lern them to rite poetree that's kool.
Tho yu may considder me a fool,
I lerned to rite in thu fonetic skool.
Put on a silly face
stay a while to laugh and giggle
~ age is an arbitrary number
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
I woke up this morning, feeling great.
I thought to myself, I'll self-inflate,
and proceeded to exponentiate.
I sure was the man.
Just as I was hitting my rhythm,
in a gesture of antagonism,
sheriff John Brown took my logarithm.
I was back where I began.
With two left feet
he's clod-hoppery
tho' her little white porkies
are quite whoppery
as he thinks aloud
she's merely frippery
meanwhile she knows
he's really foppery
but slinking around
slippery-sloppery
in sandals she found
flippery-floppery
she came a-croppery
a total eye-poppery
yet flummoxed
gob-stoppery
he refrained
from quippery-flippery
remained on toppery
and maintained
ever chippery
I have bought in boutiques
on Carnaby street,
stopped in stores galore
on the Champs-Élysées,
shopped 'til I dropped
on Madison Avenue,
and, what's more,
I've been seen to arrive,
fashionably late, on Rodeo Drive,
but one thing I hate,
and doubt I'll see, or there'll ever be,
as there's not much call,
for a linear row of shops downtown,
in a small Möbius strip mall.
Tho' Johann B. Listing (1808 – 1882),
rediscovered the non-orientable surface first,
Mr. August F.Möbius (1790 – 1868)
published his findings earlier and, well-versed,
Euclidean geometry taught he,
while, his wife, Dorothea, danced provocatively,
in pole position, at a nightclub naughty,
and, where out at night, on a fun daytrip,
paying punters paid to ogle and see,
the ever-rousing Mrs. Möbius strip.
Flying past the hillsides,
flying pat the bays,
flying past the cabin
where I might just like to say.
Flying past the tall trees,
branches scrape my feet,
’tis the finest jetpack
you can buy with money.
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Flying through the cities,
over the suburbs,
flying past the park where
kids by swings wait their turn.
Flying over mountains,
past the birds of prey,
the eagles give strange looks
then dive out of my way!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Oh, free flying,
so high and free,
I wish you had
a jetpack like me.
If I had cash
I’d buy you one,
we’d soar up high
and have too much fun!
Ain’t no toil,
in my jetpack royal,
my view is unspoiled
in my jetpack royal,
so high the blood boils
in my jetpack royal,
the schemes that I’ll foil
in my jetpack royal.
Must we honor the promises we make in dreams?
The same moral aspects would pertain, it seems,
and fate would (if the rules of justice still apply),
a dream's blissful amorous rendezvous, deny.
Must I live my waking life bound by dream pledges?
It's too much to trim Scarlett Johannson's hedges.
I underwent osmosis
to get rid of halitosis
Developed a psychosis
frightening neurosis
Signed up for group-hypnosis
just got a diagnosis
Downing meds with garlic juice
made my breath atrocious
Mrs. Hickey, you’ve been on my mind,
just like a ball of twine
on a spool that never ends.
Though I’d never clapped an eye on you
my hands explored you:
feel the knees on me!
Hey, baby, let’s take a chance:
I left the condoms in my other pants.
Rollicking times,
late November back in sixty-three,
that’s when I shot John F. Kennedy
(superstar, but he didn’t get far).
Olivia Neutron Bomb,
you can ring my bell.
Gonna take a trip to Lonesome Town,
gonna stay at Heartbreak Hotel.
The aerial’s broke
can’t watch ‘Gunsmoke’
how are we gonna get by?
No BBC no ITV
above us only Sky.
Gypsies, stamp your feet.
Scrape that muck off your face.
Take your teeth out,
tell me what’s wrong.
Don’t go painting with emulsion.
Ain’t no sausages now.
There’s a ghost in my house.
Just one look and I can hear a bell ring.
We’ve got a liberal dad and a bachelor pad
and we do it.
Four hundred children and a crap in the field.
I can see Deirdre now Lorraine has gone.
I didn’t get the point
of Barton Fink, though.
I think I’m turning Japanese,
I really think so.
Oh silly
You don't need to be an individual
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't need to want me too
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't need to think for yourself
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't need your own personality
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to speak for yourself
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to have an opinion
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to drive a car
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to feel respected
I'm your man
Oh silly
You won't get to know what it feels like to be loved
I'm your man
Oh silly
You don't get to run away from me now
You let me be your man.
Toddlers learn to walk.
Only then, they learn to talk,
Testing me with jolting squawk!
Specific Types of Silly Poems
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