The random times of fun,
of which I cannot run.
The most beautiful joy,
That make the teachers annoy.
Eating lunch during class,
Breaking windows made of glass.
Careless of the school rules,
Roaming making the teachers fool.
Such of free person was I,
Thinking of it I wanna cry.
I am ransacking for those days,
No matter what may it pays.
Those days were much fine,
Because in the end they were mine.
I maintain some names badly annoy,
Whichever way one might them employ:
In just minutes turn one into flame
like hands and feet one's self esteem maim.
I never prayed for Dragon as name.
Charles had at me flung it as a game,
And for days I was not the same;
In the end venturous tongue to blame...
Already violent who was tame;
A vengeful impulse and what to claim:
Clear make it that I had lost prized fame
In image much worse than an old dame.
Men there are one dare not call a name
Or one might soon join The Lame:
With limps and hops back to where one came...
Such won't a good picture make nor frame.
I feel the ire grow
It fuels my revulsion
Needing a repose
The dog was incensed, he sounded the alarm in the form of a bark.
But the master was away, and the kitty cats were on a lark.
They began typing away, changing their master’s story for the best.
He would soon come home and be thrilled; finally able to rest.
The dog did not know how talented were the kitty cats in the house.
Only recognizing their ability to be fast and catch every single mouse.
He was going crazy, watching them type away at the manuscript.
Picturing the worst, this hound was having a startling doggy fit!
This verse offers such flowers,
gives them to us,
presents a vase of verse
so simply, yet with grace.
So simply, too, do we
receive them with that grace,
presented as they are
within this dainty vase.
Such a vase, with grace,
such flowers, with grace,
such a vase of verse
containing those flowers with finesse.
Why do we try so hard to create
verse for flowers and a vase
employing such a dainty voice
while we curse so much, oh yes, so much?
(Jul 2022)
If I annoy you
Please tell me
Listen; i will do
If I annoy you
Please tell me
I will put my act together
If I annoy you
Please tell me
I will start anew
If I annoy you
Give me a hug
Game over
Deploy Decoy That Did Annoy
How would you write a poem
using above three words in a
limerick?
Jim Horn
Oh my math! Oh my math!
You are a head ache or clear cache,
I don’t understand you till I solve,
Is it a part of my problem solve?
Oh dear math! Oh dear math!
Please be simple, don’t be so tough,
You want me to practice, doing some rough?
It’s so hard, I want to give up!
Oh toughest math! Oh toughest math!
Whenever I solve algebra,
I never take it as easy to see zebra,
Whenever I solve integers,
I always think about strangers,
Whenever I solve linear equations,
There stands a line of questions!
Oh annoying math! Oh annoying math!
Whenever there is a doubt,
I tell my teacher to sort it out,
Always one answer on the tip of her tongue,
Practice, practice and practice ample,
You becoming a mathematician, will become simple!
Oh simple math! Oh simple math!
Solving maths is full of fun,
Maths is nowhere tough, no need of rough,
It’s never so hard to give up!
Never annoy
A woman
Who carries a pointy sword
made of copper or aluminium or zinc
and if it is encrusted with
rubies and emeralds, figure
she has some knowledge of it,
and will wield it gladly in your direction
and often
She who can assert herself with
her champion armour and her pointy
sword, probably has the best life already
If she wants to include you, she might
but until you are summoned, and with a smile,
run away lightly, in tip-toe fashion, for a woman
who carries a pointy sword will not hesitate to strike.
They are sassy, and assertive, and they spin me on my head.
They are marching, and starching. They will control me ‘til I’m dead.
They are bullying me, and there are a hundred of them strong.
I need to escape this jazzy world that has a lot of things quite wrong.
They are sitting on the shelf, staring, laughing when I wail or I cry.
They are making fun of my sister, and one yesterday poked me in the eye.
They are talking about me, and they always laugh at me behind my back.
They are mean as snot, and I am tired, of being the one always on attack.
How do you know they are always making fun of you if you did not hear what they said?
How do you know they were rolling eyes at you, it could have been the teacher instead.
How do you know they said it if you did not hear a tiny single word?
Shut up! She told me soundly. Your logic is disgustingly absurd.
Please do not annoy me today.
Best yet to quietly sneak away.
I took a sleeping pill too late.
So waking up I did so hate.
I am in no mood to be nice at all.
My glass of milk spilled down a wall.
My favorite blouse had a spill on the front.
Someone called me a little runt.
Please do not annoy me today.
Best to quietly sneak away.
Pills, pills, pill, pills, pills, pills, pills.
I never used to take any no matter what my ills.
We have four giant bowls full,
They fit in our window sills.
Pills, pills, pills, pills, pills, pills, pills.
I take them for my shoulder
When arthritis gives me a thrill.
Blue and white allow me to walk,
When foot pain kicks in and still
I feel annoyed by them
These pills, pills, pills, pills, pills.
Try Destroy, Annoy and Enjoy
These are Trump's favorite things
he likes doing without improving
and out of White House he should
be moving.
Deficiencies, Societies and Varieties
Also, just came to my mind.
What Trump the most seems to enjoy,
All of us he is always trying to annoy;
Familiar does sound,
All around;
Never accept or them tried to destroy.
Jim Horn
Trump and Ploy To Annoy
Trump as usual appears as another ploy;
It is only designed for his base to enjoy;
Rest of us will really irritate and annoy.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
For: Daniel Henninger
Wall Street Journal
[email protected]
They're everywhere in life
There's no getting away
They always want to argue
No matter what you say
The people who annoy you
Are every race and Creed
Always having a bad day
To make you miserable, their need
They know nothing of karma
Let alone how to live
They seem to get enjoyment
From the hard time they give
But as they do to you
They will get it all back
In one way, shape, or form
They will catch some flack
Like the universal truth
Of sowing and reaping
As you do unto others
In that you'll be steeping
Until they figure it out
And take the subtle clue
They will always be that way
They're people who annoy you
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