The Best of 'Pops'

      My poems are tops
         says Pops
       
      Read me one
         begs his son

      OK, Here we go
          Hear it flow… 


            #1       
       Roses are red 
          violets are blue
       Some girls can kiss
           Your two lips are dead
  
            #2
       Over the river and through the wood
          to grandmother’s house we go  
        Poor old woman, lyin’ in bed
           Hey – Why’s she wearin’ a hood?       
 
            #3
        Joe and Jill Biden went up Capitol Hill
           Joe fell down 
              broke his crown
                And Jill ignored him ever after
        
           #4
       I warned you
           overripe fruit makes you toot
       Happy trails to you
           until your diarrhea’s through…


        OK, son.
            I’m all done
        Thanks, Pops. 
           That sure was fun
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Dietrich Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 6:34 PM
Ha. Loved the Biden part
Wolf Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 8:12 PM
What a pair! Actually, I mean a pair of what?! lol. Thanks, Andrea. Cheers, gw
Etgen-Baker Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 6:21 PM
this one just cracked me up, especially 'overripe fruit makes you toot.' Thanks for the humor....needed it today
Wolf Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 8:28 PM
Seriously though... Ever eat an overripe pear. I did when I was 22. Three days later --- No sheet ------------- finally, after three days. Pun intended.
Rolland Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 5:32 PM
enjoyed the "tonic pops" and creativity, made me smile, bravo poet Gershon wishes
Wolf Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 8:38 PM
Good. Keep smiling now, Yann. Good for the upper and lower head muscles, they say. ~ Mr. universe
Lawless Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 10:59 AM
Hickory dickory doc three mice ran up the clock, the clock struck one but the others escaped with minor abrasions...
Wolf Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 8:37 PM
Ha, ha, ha, ha. Never heard this one before. Something tells me you have though. ... No mind me. Very entertaining, John!!
Rodgers Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 10:41 AM
Hey Gershon, This one had me chuckling from start to finish, what a riot of humor and playful mischief! I love how you captured Pops’ goofy personality and the joy between him and his son. It’s funny, charming, and full of heart, really brought a big smile. Autumn Blessings, Gershon, Daniel
Wolf Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 8:41 PM
Well now, I may write riotously, Daniel, but just don't want to provoke a riot... We have enough trouble on this planet without my 'help.' ... Thanks for the encouragement, Sir. ~ Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 9:35 AM
Roses are reds fell flat…lol. Truly be suspicious of a grandma in a hoodie, especially if her answers raise your neck hairs! Joe and Jill don’t seem to be an ageless love story. #4 definitely was uttered by gramps…or tooted. Closing lines are great! Salutations ~ Charlotte! ;)
Wolf Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 8:45 PM
Well, at least you made it to the end. lol. ~ Finnis H. Imo
Maverick Avatar
September 30, 2025 at 12:16 AM
Do I have to be 'democratic in my comment i wonder.?) I guess its down To demographics? Lol)))
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