Eustace and Matilda “Tilly”
not as noticed as silly Billy.
Quirky Baileys, too,
but their uncle dropped the metaphorical shoe.
It’s a wonderful life
except for the strife.
Potter, “the old fart,”
is evil at heart.
Uncle Billy with knots on his fingers
too long, he lingers,
bragging, that he wraps cash
in a newspaper mishmash.
On a bridge too far,
taking responsibility from the “nut bar,”
George is set to step off,
until with an angel, he’s face-off.
Water is love,
when given a shove,
like when the floor split,
and the Charleston was a hit.
An Angel second class,
without wings, makes a splash.
George seemingly saves the old guy,
but “he’s never been born,” in the blink of an eye.
This heartwarming movie has whistles and bells.
In a small town dwells
evil and good. You can tell which wins.
To see the end, you must watch where it begins.
A must watch for me, every Christmas!
The word grateful springs to mind,
And being above ground I don't mind,
As long as I am of sound mind,
With others not having me to mind,
And me fit to children mind.
The only thing I do mind,
Is alcohol I have to mind,
Though a drop or two of baileys in my coffee,
should not cloud my mind.
And there is some baileys chocolate to blow my mind,
So, overall Christmas stimulates my mind,
And given my age the children can mind or not mind,
As another Christmas is always on my mind,
And being being above ground I don't mind,
With another poem just for you in mind.
Hope you have only kind words in mind,
For those of unsound mind,
You have to mind,
With the spirit of Christmas in Mind.
Standing there wearing
Baileys holding a Glass
of Cognac I notice your
time piece Kremlin findings
as you calmly approached
my shyness I recognised
the untimely gesture leaving
my quarters knowing full
well beruit was near you
offered yourself with no
strings an yet bombs sounded
throughout the night time
air I was taken an yet
startled King we were taken
to stone slabs draped with
teal fabric peppermint oils
garments of silk I wore you
into the night while we
cringed with fright the town
emptied the tower tumbled
I kelp yours smile in view
as your body crumbled into
the rumble of yesterday I
awakened to the sound of
the sun rising in the east
as I returned to blood
soaked carnage absent
from heaven remembering
only your touch your warmth
your illuminated essence burning
my soul whispering dasvidanyia
from Russia with love
Leonard Bailey’s tombstone was cryptic
“one gathered in unison of solitude”
some thought they had solved the riddle
was it devised by Leonard himself or his wife?
It was inscrutable to most.
Very few thought they understood it.
No one agreed.
Best tombstone in the cemetery.
And the most visited.
On the 1st day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
A koala in a gum tree
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Two parrakeets.
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Three Kangaroos hopping.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Four Cockatoos squawking.
On the 5th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Five Emu eggs.
On the 6th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Six Baileys bottles
On the 7th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Seven Fosters lager
On the 8th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Eight Johnny Walker Reds and a Koala in a gum tree.
On the 9th day of Christmas my true love sent to me,
Too drunk to remember what it was hic, but its gunna be a bonza holiday, hic. The koalas and me are sure to enjoy it. Happie Holadayys evry 1
Christmas style with lots of smiles
Brand new bikes for riding miles
Excited children it’s their day
New toys for making lots of play
Christmas lunch a feast to munch
Turkey, ham and pork with crackling crunch
Remember to wear your big pants
Loosen belts for a pudding and custard dance
Christmas Vacation for a laughter then
White Christmas sung by Bing remembering when
At last we settle with a Baileys drink
Another great Christmas so merry we think!
© Paul Warren Poetry
The smell of dark coffee brews in early morn.
Such a treat to wake up to, when I’m groggy and worn
I’m not fond of fancy frothy coffee shop brew
None of them will really do
Unless you pour a spot of Irish Cream to fire up a few.
When my girlfriend Susie would come over to stew,
I always put on a fresh pot of dark roasted coffee to brew
I have always been a softy when giving her a caring shoulder
We enjoyed the bliss of coffee and Baileys Irish Cream liqueur
to make us bolder.
Friendship with laughter is a treasure,
with a sip of spiked coffee will always do with pleasure.
When I was young, Mommy would sometimes wake up
looking like a fuddled zombie,
but
as soon as she’d have her first cup of sugary with cream coffee,
she’d be our mommy again cooking us something good for our tummies.
12/3/3021
redo 12/9/2016
''Z'' Contest, New or Old - Poetry Contest 5. zombie
Sponsored by: Constance La France
original title: WAKE UP WITH COFFEE OR TEA
Written to be sung to the tune of
"Just A Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins)
With each new day, there's work to do
But so much joy within it too
Seek out those moments, when
Work turns to fun
As all those tasks you soon complete
Brings happiness, your treat
Sit back! All done! Put up your feet- see how
A cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
Your stress to fade away, yay
Your stress to fade away
Just a cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
In a very soothing way
And whether you work in or out
It matters not what it's about
To use your brain or brawn to do the task
You can be happy with each chore
Especially when there's no more,
Your sweet reward and rest will come by soon - then
A cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
Your stress to fade away, yay
Your stress to fade away!
Just a cupful of Baileys helps your stress to fade away
In a very soothing way!
Having a party to welcome the New Year !
There will be a great variety of canapes,
and popcorn in flavors,
hot chicken wings,
cheesy nachos and tacos,
tear apart garlic bread,
meatballs in a spicy barbecue sauce,
and fruity, frosty margarita's !
Eggnog custard tarts and Bourbon brownies,
a white chocolate cake with Baileys,
and at exactly midnight we will all
toast the New Year . . .
with sparkling popped champagne
in fluted glasses!
Disclaimer: I will not be responsible
for your hangover on January 2 !
_________________________
December 30, 2019
Poetry/Epulaeryu/New Year Eve Party
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1212-647-30
All Rights Reserved, 2019, Constance La France
Stayin’ up again, all nite long,
Comic book characters take me along,
On midnite rides of fun and fear,
Oh, to have free time & some cheer.
The lites are brightly burning eyes,
The SDO is on the sly,
Can’t stop now, 4 hours more,
Can’t sleep now or close the door.
Oh yeh, it’s great to count the tiles,
On and along for endless miles,
Minds going blank can’t see at all,
Whoa back buck I’m startin’ to fall.
Chessmen smile and say “Go slow”
Grasp latch and swing wide the window,
Crisp cool air comes tumbling in,
Yes, its true someday soon I’ll win.
2 a.m. and all’s going well,
Think I'll sit and rest a spell,
Bill Baileys on to cheer me up!
But all I know is this place sucks!
“Sign that Roster, give me your card!”
The pig shouts out, man is he hard.
I sit and smile and dream and gaze,
I’m now down to 9 more days….
The smell of dark coffee brews in early morn
Such a treat to wake up to, when I’m groggy and worn
I’m not fond of fancy frothy coffee shop brews
None of them will really do
Unless you pour a spot of Irish cream to fire ups the horn
When my girlfriend Susie would come over to stew
I always put on a fresh pot of dark roasted coffee to brew
I have always been a softy when giving her a caring shoulder
We enjoyed the bliss of coffee and Baileys Irish Cream liqueur
to make us bolder.
Friendship with laughter is a treasure with a sip of coffee will always do
When I was young,
Mommy would sometimes wake up looking like a fuddled zombie,
But
As soon as she’d have her first cup of sugary with cream coffee
She’d be our mommy again cooking us something good for our tummies.
12/9/2016
My Home Is No Fortress
Speechless thoughts flow out as words when the drawbridge is upended
From turrets they wind down and spiral into a stream of consciousness
Gently wind to and fro processions of images narratives a dreamy river
Drought happens as I resort to the keep when beleaguered by onslaught
of foes breaking barbicans collapsing foreign walls in the most barbarian way
Crowded rampage seizes ramparts and bulwarks of my own defences
Baileys and mounts scream battle cries of injustice injured in ignorance
Thus I decide there’s no longer a need for arrow loops since my truths
reject the heart ache of anger and would much rather be conquered by love
I conclude therefore to raise spiky stakes portcullises and misconceptions
and suppose that it is not me who built their house on evaporation and sand
When my thoughts slide up and down buttresses and find their words
vulnerable projections dissolve and my home is once more a wide open space
16th November
The great harvest comes in once every year,
Hard men toil the earth with sweat on their brow,
Crops of baileys and hops to make the beer,
Each year on tractors the earth they must plough.
The land must be rich in nutrients first,
With the right amount of rain and sunshine,
Farmers will tell you that they are cursed,
Far easier to grow vineyards for wine.
Where would we be without beer in our glass,
No pub would be open and that's a fact,
Who wants to join in with the upper class,
I like my beer and how it makes me act.
So raise a toast to all the beer out there,
A thought to the farmers who made it fair.
/|\
(Ten syllables per line)
'Round three in the morning I wake
to see that it's time for my break.
I can hardly wait
to keep my sweet date-
I bounce out of bed and then take
my flashlight with me to the fridge
to bring Irish creme- just a smidge-
to my special place,
a real quiet space
where I and my date can abridge
the writes that I worked on that day.
And so, with my Muse and her stay,
with sips of our drink,
we each share a wink
and fine-tune my words right away.
An hour or so and we're done;
I'm bleary, but still, it was fun!
That sweet Irish creme
had sharpened my beam!
Now back to my sleep till the sun.
So this is the vice that I love-
which I find so hard to rid of.
This 'amphetamine'
to thoughts, adds a sheen-
me, Baileys, and Muse up above!
Absolut a total blackout
Baileys a trifle sweet with a big kick
Courvoisier won't make you an expert
Drams of spirits to up lift you
Echelon for wining and dining
Fireball wow that was hot
Gin maybe a Sloe to help you sleep
Hpnotic will have you in a trance
Irish Car Bomb most explosive
Jack Daniels a old favourite
Kamikaze is hot so watch out
Lady Godiva drink it but remember to dress
Margaritas make your head spin
Negroni phew this one's hot enough to blow you up
****** only not too many or you will pass out
Panther a real sleek subtle drink
Quarter Deck don't fall off
Royce just don't forget the Rolls
Sake Bomb puts hairs on your chest
Tequila make mine a sunrise
UFO just don't get carried away
Vampire too many you will have nightmares
Wolfram creeps up on you keep a lookout
Xeres Cocktail a treat for goddess's
Yorsh too many you won't get home
Zombie over indulge its walking dead you will be
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