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Details | Limerick |

My Big Fat Cousin's Wedding

My favorite cousin named Marge is almost as big as a barge. So one would assume, not knowing the groom, the guy would most likely be large. But he was a small man named Tim “As thin as a broom” describes him. While Marge would guffaw, Tim would watch her with awe and just smile for he was so prim! When the preacher addressed him and said, “You may now kiss the bride,” Tim turned red, for their lips could not meet. With high heels on her feet, Marge stood towering over his head. She leaned down while Tim stood on his toes, but for being in such a strange pose, Marge then came toppling down crushing Tim neath her gown while the whole church erupted in “Ohhhhh’s.” All was well, and thereafter, we ate; then we planned next to dance until late. But none could foresee the small tragedy that had us all leaving by eight! Marge had tossed off her heels for a glide on the dance floor, but when they both tried to dance, Tim got snagged by that dang gown and dragged as his bride was beginning to slide. . . Now shoeless, poor Marge could not stop. Toward a table with candles on top, they slid, and the groom then set fire to the room by landing with a belly flop. Poor Tim by the candles got lit, and we were all having a fit, for the fire got spread fast till the Best Man at last got us all wet extinguishing it! Inspired by the title of the movie: My Big Fat Greek Wedding & : Joann Grisetti's "My Cousin's Wedding" Poetry contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

My worst Date

Twas winter ninety-seven, all around the town
Houses lit up magically, parties all around.
Boyfriend says, come with me, to works Christmas dinner,
Dress up chic and sexy, looking like a winner.

Hair all done up, makeup on, gown that fits just right
We’ll impress his colleagues, I was such a pretty sight.
Ushered to our table, we sat with others there
Such a lovely evening, a truly posh affair.

Delicious food, friends were made, laughter filled the air,
A real nice Christmas party, memories to share.
Then came all the speeches, boring us all to death,
The best part was the here here’s, sniffing wines sweet breath.

Finally was time to dance, music filled the night,
Dancing in my ball gown which now was fitting tight.
Time and time we danced that night, in each other’s arms,
Him with me and me with him, showing off our charms.

Suddenly I laughed so hard, teeth went flying out,
Slide across the dance floor, feet pushing them about.
In a flash down on my knees, scurrying about,
Found the little suckers, and popped them in my mouth.

At the time I hoped and prayed nobody had seen,
When I popped them in my mouth, and where they had been.
Looking back, now I laugh, thinking it was funny,
I’m happy now my mouth can say “C’est la vie.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
For Judy Konos Contest:
C’est la vie 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |

While Close Dancing

On the dance-floor they did a zigzag
But he was an ol’ scallywag:
-	“If you feel something hard
-	Pay no regard …
It’s just my colostomy-bag”

Copyright © Jack Clark | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Barn Dance

The moon is bright, and the chores are done
Tonight's the night to have some fun!

The harvest in, calls for a night's hell-raisin'
Take me out in the old hay wagon!

Not far to go, where the old dirt road ends
There on the left, where the oak branch bends

Let's hurry, Pa! ....Hitch the old grey mare!
We'll share with folks sorghum pies I've made

Stop la gaging, there's some moonshine waitin'
I'll wear my calico, with petticoats wavin'

Fiddles playin', and banjos are strummin' 
Feet are flying, to some do-si-do-ing!

We'll kick up heels, with a still of whiskey
Come'on old man, while I'm feeling frisky!!!

For the Hoe Down Contest:

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |


I got up at six this morning
Feeling kind of weak
I had a shave and showered
As I walked my bones would creak

I have very bad arthritis
But I can kill the pain
I just have to take Viagra
Then go back to bed again

My girl is exasperated
Found out six months ago
A Viagra in the morning
Will keep me on the go

I cuddled next to her
":Lets dance they're playing our song"
Sleepy eyed she lay there
Snoring all along

Next morning I woke up
A note said she was gone
"Next time you hear your music
You must dance it all alone"

Copyright © Pepper Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Limerick |

The Aunt Dance

An Italian once courted my Aunt

Who was bitten by ants in his pants

     So he screamed, "Mama Mia!"

     "I got the gonorrhea!"

That's when he learned the frying pan dance!

                            Timothy I. Brumley

Copyright © Timothy Brumley | Year Posted 2010

Details | Epic |

My Bitter Sweet Dance With A Stranger

She rotates under the balance of my hands sweet memories we derive unfamiliar dance steps, mistakes already reaching five but with the reception of her smile, I thrive. The stream of her tender archive into it I completely dive even when our minds sometimes disagree with the jive mysteriously to our pleasure, both hearts connive. Gradually clicking and stepping the motion is set, we drive our bodies, dependent on each other like the bee and its hive envious cohesion, sweet emotions and heated passions we unconsciously contrive our heartbeat, impulses and gazes taking over despite the melody of the music so alive. The licks of our skins and my loan of her waist are taking this dance to a level we won’t survive a lot in both minds which all stimulate and also deprive. Our thoughts so secretive yet having one loud voice as we strive the gossip of my body rhythm says it all “I am so ready to swive” The bell of caution rings my senses and morality revive as the sign of a “no trespass” is conspicuous on her delightful finger.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

Peanuts Charlie Brown's SNOOPY

My favourite comics is the Peanuts strip
Featuring 'good grief' good old Charlie Brown
Reading it takes me on a pleasant trip
Especially when Snoopy is around

Charlie Brown's faithful beagle is Snoopy
They get along with each other quite well
He can be sneaky when he is ready
Yet, just when and where, you can never tell

When Linus, in one hand, holds his blanket
The thumb of his other hand in his mouth
Snoopy sneaks in, suddenly grabs hold of it
Then runs around, spinning him all about

Yellow Woodstock is Snoopy's feathered friend
He bounces up and down when he's flying
On Snoopy's friendship he needs to depend
He alone knows what Woodstock is saying

Snoopy flies off in his Sopwith Camel
To the skies to battle the Red Baron
They both engage in a fearsome duel
Each trying to outdo the other one 

Snoopy dances around when he's happy
If Lucy is close by, she must watch out
He would dance up to her very closely
Lean over and then kiss her on the mouth


Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |

The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Toe to Toe Indulgence

My favorite shoes? It’s wearing none!
I'll go barefoot, to have a run 
I hate to lose
the joy of ooze 
between my toes, some goo is fun !

I simply love my precious toes
to wiggle freely to and fro
Bound feet? Oh dear!
Don’t get me near!
A shoe is torture, and my foe!

I could not dance on twinkle toes
Could not advance my prance or pose
A barefoot stance
Is my best chance
of never needing pantyhose!

Indulge me please, I'll be carefree
Removing shoes, in company
No matter what the circumstance
I'll slip them off at every chance

I'll tuck my feet behind my chair
assuming no one is aware
A happy dance, behind my back,
is going on, and that's a fact!
I hope that you won't think to check,
and say that I have no respect

My toes are happy, to be sure
Indulge me please, but don't despair
I'm saving up for pedicures!

For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: "Indulgence"
Revised 2/4/15

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

Dancing With The Devil

Dancing with the devil
Like I never danced before
Doing the fiery tango
On a fire flaming floor

In the crook of his arm
Our hips pressed together
Curving me round and round
Like I'm a weightless feather

Our feet move to Milonga
While forsaken souls watch
White cheek pressed to red cheek
His breath smells of age old scotch

My foot darts between his shoes
A fancy leg twist around his calf
Capturing the heat and passion
While trying not to hysterically laugh

If I can dance to perfection
Ironically I'll get to leave
Angels give me strength 
And let my soul win reprieve

For I was meant to dance
In paradise on a white cloud
Sent to hell for dancing the tango
In Heaven only waltzes are allowed


Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

Romance in Durango

 We met south of the border in Durango,
 She was hot and boy could she fandango!
   She said at a glance
  "Señor like to dance?"
 No I replied...but I would love to tango!

               September 2014

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |

Sadie Hawkins' Dance Date

Freshman year, newcomer to public school,
   my hormones were roused by Billy D. in typing class.

Sadie Hawkins’ Dance just days away;
   a chance for girls to ask boys out.

Too shy to show my interest,
   crumpled bits of paper I formed into balls,
   tossed them at the back of Billy’s head.

Unsettled, as any boy would be, he glanced back at me.

Wry smile, how could he know how my heart raced?

Leo sat next to Billy, amused by this interaction.

Because of his demeanor, it was Leo I asked to the dance.

Turned out Leo couldn’t dance,
   though conversation was no problem.

Leo spent the entire night talking about being an Eagle Scout --
   tying knots, marking trails, building campfires --
   seemed we had little in common.

No chemistry at all, but Leo said, “Thank you,” at the dance’s end.

For years I spent many days wondering
   what if I’d slipped Billy an invitation note,
   instead of lobbing paper balls?

Perhaps he would have said, “Yes.”

I might have had my first embrace;
   maybe even my first kiss.

Years later at a school reunion
   Billy looked more handsome than ever;
   served as CEO of a Fortune 500 corporation.

He introduced me to his pretty wife
   as the girl who pitched paper balls at his head.

*True story for Carol Brown’s “First Date” contest.  (Some folks were lucky to have 
more romantic first dates.  LOL)

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

Details | Couplet |

Funny Kid's Tinkle Dance

I wanted to wear my best outfit to school
So I went in my closet and stood on a stool
Looking for my socks, I had a special pair
I kept looking, but couldn't find them anywhere
Bright ones and dark ones, three in a pack
But the ones I wanted , were purple and black 
I found them, so I didn't wear polkadot or green
Wore them with short pants, so that they would be seen

Finally when ready I headed for the bus
Mom made me late with all of her fuss
I ran really fast in hopes I'd catch up
Unfortunately tripping, on my little brown pup
Down I went with force on both knees
It seems I have a kinda clumsy disease
I got up and wiped, the dust off my pants
and suddenly was doing my gotta tinkle dance

So I ran to my neighbor "Please, I gotta go pee!"
Mrs. Smith said "sure, down the hall at door three."
Past her I ran, by her picture of Flipper
Into the bathroom but couldn't open my zipper
The rest was embarrassing I hung my head low
As the wetness on my pants, started to grow
Around me I wrapped, a towel of great size
Leaving the bathroom, I couldn't look in her eyes

She hugged me and said, "it's an okay thing."
"I have the perfect pair, of cool pants to bring."
She said they were magic, with a button fly
And could only fit a fun little guy!
After she let me wash up, I put on the pants
She said with them, I wouldn't do the tinkle dance
Purple and black with perfect matching socks
Boy Mrs. Smith that woman really rocks

With my new pants, I made it to the school
But before I went, I thanked her for being cool
Kindness is special it made things A okay
I thought of her, when I went to play
A bit of kindness turned my day bright
A friend is an angel who makes things allright
So in art class I made her a special card
Me in my special pants and us both laughing hard!

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
(ya hoo)

Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Tu Plus Tu

A ballerina's tutu,
Should be called a four,
Unless she's wearing two tutus,
And then it's even more.

Copyright © Rufus Reed | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

another girl from france


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Wednesday Is A Happy Day

     Wednesday is a happy day
     Or so they say
     Or so they say
     So those of you who may:
     Come out to play
     Come out to play

We take a painful thing and smile
And hope that sorrow for a while
Will stay away
Will keep at bay

Although it's raining wild outside
And you may feel the need to hide
Don't give in, yell YAY
What a wonderful day!

     Wednesday is a happy day
     Or so they say
     Or so they say
     So those of you who may:
     Come out to play
     Come out to play

Wer'e with two, but join who can
Woman, child, or even man
Don't keep your day grey
Dance, swoon and sway

Sheriff's order so obey
Or you will be my next prey
Dance the gloom away
Write the dark away

     Wednesday is a happy day
     Or so they say
     Or so they say
     So those of you who may:
     Come out to play
     Come out to play


March 7, 2017
© Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Limerick |

My Pole Dancer

This Pole Dancer she was with me
All other men must pay her fee
Still I must confess
My family’s stress
But Polish dance lessons aren’t free

Copyright © Martin Kloess | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Exotic Dancers

little monkey face                                                                                                        little Dragon Monkeys sway                                                                                            they’re dancing orchids                  *                                                                         *                                                                                                                                                               Note -Flowers Imitating Monkeys--Dracula simian, and Orchis simia

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

Details | Carpe Diem |


Your  love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of 
it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and  i'm 
through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those 
years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and 
worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried 
by the dove of someone I use to know.

Copyright © Sam Ruby | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

A Song and Dance in a Pink Coverlet

silly grandpa, singing a song
and a dance with a wink
twirled into a pink coverlet,
In a blink tried to think!

did forget twenty he was not.
red-faced  he doublethink,
Venus, he’d be, goddess of love
he’d dance and please  in pink

a little girl giggled and danced
with her funny grandpa
singing in her pink coverlet
holding his heart to ma

sing a song in sweet harmony
to the stars up above
cheerfully sung eternally
to the goddess of love

moving holding his heart to ma
twirled, stepping and tripping
on edge of  the pink coverlet
took a tumble springing

a cast from waist to his shoulder
with a wink and a grin
fading blue bruises marked his face
he won’t do that again

Rhyme  2 & 4 Rhyme in each stanza

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

Details | Limerick |

Downtown - adult


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |


There once was a student from Gilroy
Who wanted to marry a tomboy.
But his parents protested
And had him arrested,
Then forced him to join the Bolshoi.

Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Ike series 6th --Barn Dance

Heck, never was much of a one fer romance,
Mostly shy ‘round a lady,
Never learnt how to proper dance,
couldn’t do it if’n ya paid me.

Course er’er times I got all likkered up
And jumped and kicked ‘till ah coon’t no more,
But Bobby Joe surprised me when she puckered up..
Ah got up the nerve to kiss ‘er and fell on the floor.

Reckon one day I’ll git me a dancin’ lesson,
Get gussied up and ride ole Hoss to the barn dance,
But I’ll still be scairt I’m a guessin’
Tho I’ll be wearin’ smellum and ma new overall pants.

Thet thar ah remember was what ah was a thinkin
when ah was a barely sebenteen
Now fifty years later seems in a eye blinkin’
And yep .. Ah done found ma queen.

Twas aft ah come out the Navy
When ah had a family on my mind,
Sure ’nuff found a special lady
But don’t y’all never mind…. 
Thet thar’s a story for nuther time.

dec 17-2011 part of Ike and Jane series
written by Robert A. Dufresne

Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |


                                            Enjoys by hearing
                                   legs,fingers and body dance
                                               own music is on

Written by: bldevnath
September: 17th 2011

Copyright © BL DEVNATH | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

True Confessions

Confessions aren't easy but here I go
I'm about to tell you what you don't know
I secretly dance at home all alone
I like karaoke with a microphone

Singing and dancing I ain't got no skills
Still it's way better than swallowing pills
As I perform I still have one great fear
If I sing to loudly others will hear

Sometimes I practice at home in the shower
Enjoying myself for many an hour
Maybe one day I will be good enough
Then I won't be afraid to strut my stuff

Until that distant day please leave me alone
I will keep up practice to improve my tone
John Travolta moves, singing like the King
Imagine all the joy one day I will bring

Please keep my secret, you made me confess
Others could be worse, perhaps they cross dress
Confessions not easy secrets come out
Now you will learn what Soupers are about.

Sweet Anne's Confessions of a Poetry Souper's contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


I need time to think about time,
Adventurous times, Bad Times, Cool Times,
Down times, End times, Fun Times.

Grumpy times, Happy times, Intense times.
Juggling times, Kind times, Lean times.
Mean times, Now times, Off times.

Party times, Quirky times, Risky times.
Stable times, Tricky times, Umbrella times.
Verbal times, Wicked times X-Ray times.
Yes times, Zero times.

Oh no look at the time times,
Should have made time times,
Could have done better times,
Sorry for wasting your time times,
That's all for now times,
Haven't got the time times,
See you later times.

Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


THE SNICKER GIGGLE DANCE Written for my friends Mel, Anna, Beverly and Michael Jumpy Claps Clappy hands Giggle Chuckle Cackle Cackle Snicker Snort Grabby Hands Laughlegigs Snicker Giggle Cackle Chuckle Snicker Snort Giggle Snort Happy Snoopy dance Clappy Hands Jumpy Clappy Giggle Cackle Giggle snort Snicker Snort By Dog™ Snoopy Dance Happy Snoopy Dance Giggle Snicker Snoopy Cackle Happy dance Clappy Hands *** © Darren White January 13, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Nonet |

May I Dance With You - Funny Halloween

Okay Blackie, this is the plan, you get in the pumpkin and hide and when the kids come jump out! No, NO not now, get back, inside, and wait PLEASE, . . . then we will d a n c e ~ ~ Knock, KNOCK, K N O C K- Now yell, B O O ! No, NO Blackie not m e o w . . . BOO! _____________________________ October 10, 2016 Nonet plus one line ! For the contest, May I Dance With You, sponsor, Galeo DS Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016