Through every field, copse, and wildflower,
Ran a little boy every happy hour,
Until, once, the troll king, ripe with power,
Imprisoned him in his dreary tower...
Never again, to see the light of day.
How ever hard the poor wee boy may try,
Or how many tears the angels might cry,
He'll sit in his cell and one day will die,
Before the mad, laughing troll's evil eye...
Oops, what do I hear the troll king say?
"How did the boy disappear and escape?",
He cursed and cried with his foul mouth agape.
I must tell you, he was bent out of shape.
He dissolved in a puddle, that hairy ape...
And the carefree boy will forever play!
Puzzle pieces are made so that they interlock,
but sometimes one of us gets bent out of shape,
and no matter how hard I try to make you understand
you're like that misfit puzzle piece with eyes agape,
acting like you're always right, but stubborn as a rock.
Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life.
You and I can be like that, obstinate and headstrong,
not willing to give an inch, no matter who is wrong,
and it's the reason why we cause each other strife.
We're as diverse as a pitch black night is to daylight.
That's why our opposite opinions become an argument,
in which we use bitter words in a rage to vent.
I doubt we'll ever find the patience that we need
for one of us to give up the fight and finally concede.
If one of us it has to be, I'm sure it will have to be me
because long ago I learned not to do battle with the devil.
The way to make our pieces fit is to agree to disagree.
I'd rather enjoy life that way, before stooping to your level.
I have a Bestie like no other.
He came along after loosing my Mother.
Heartbroken and lost,
he was there at no cost.
With an ear to listen,
bent out of shape and in no condition.
This is when,
he became my best friend.
Always there,
and shows he cares.
I never had a friend like him,
who drops everything on a whim.
I got his back and he has mine.
That's my Bestie,
A very rare find!
Forkaroon : I hear we are in for a big treat tonight forksie
Forksie: Oh Ya ! I was hoping for something exciting and juicy
Forkaroon: I'm going to give you a little hint darlin, it once was alive
Forksie: hmm, that rules out cheese and dandelion greens then
Forkaroon : Your such a silly one Forksie, salivate mama cuz its comin'
Forksie: you mean it has legs ! Ah, I better go polish my glow then
Forkaroon: its a big fat juicy steak forksie, beef was on sale this week
Forksie: you mean to tell me that porker bought the biggest steak?
Forkaroon: it was so big he had to strap it to the roof of his car
Forksie: Oh my, we are going to die two happy forks tonight
Forkaroon: Before we get all bent out of shape, you wanna spoon?
Forksie: I thought you'd never ask.
December 12, 2022
If I could go back,
Change the past.
I would slow down,
Not go so fast.
I would pay attention
To the older crowd.
I get why, they're
Cocky and proud.
I would do better
In school.
I would play less
Of the fool.
I would adjust,
My attitude.
I would show
More gratitude.
I would speak
less.
I would prepare,
For the test.
I would smile
A lot more.
I no longer would
Keep score.
I would spend more
Time with family.
I would take better care
of my anatomy.
I would say no can do,
To the drugs.
I would give
Longer hugs.
I would have no
Expectations.
I would have quiet
Conversations.
I would be more flexible,
Less bent out of shape.
I would always have
A plan of escape.
I would cry less,
I would laugh more.
I would knock on
The closed door.
I would never
Judge another.
I would be a
Better mother.
IF I COULD GO BACK…
Turbo1904 ?
umbrella
all bent out of shape
leaves off to
the races
a man loses his toupee
on a windy day
Date written: 03/07/2022
My front end needs alignment and my rear end sags a lot
My vinyl seats get cold in fall; in summer they're too hot
Beneath the seats; old french fries, pennies, napkins, Laura Scudders
My fuel intake is kind of rough, sometimes it coughs and sputters
My lights are growing dimmer and my gas tank's sprung a leak
My steering wheel's bent out of shape; my windshield wipers squeek
My engine's losing power and my tires have lost their tread
My spark plugs all have lost their fire, my radio's gone dead.
My axle's looking fractured, and my frame is rusting through
My paint job's getting faded and my brakes are fading too
My oil is getting grungy, my speedometer flat-lined
My A/C blows warm air and my transmission tends to grind
This car of which I speak is ME (in case you didn't know)
It's running rough, but still it gets me where I need to go
These classic wheels still get around - they just move r e a l l y s l o w!
written 31 Oct 2021
Getting angry or upset,
Makes yourself later regret.
Nails, loose nails!
Boards, banging in the wind.
Mast sways through storm
Brace sails till dawn!
Shackles tear at their skin!
Sea. Damn Sea water tries to break in.
Shackles bent out of shape
Bones broke and scarred in its cruel and violent quake. Hatch. Hatch - close and keep them there down.
Nails bang in and bang then boards down!
Holes fixed where sea caused them to drown.
Fresh Cargo, sign here! Yes sir, this time I promise it will be; a more profitable transport of these slaves over the sea.
WHISKEY AND ME
I don’t come home early anymore
I take my time walking through that door
Head hung down low staring at the floor
It aint the same as it was before
I’ll sit right here and drink tonight
Don’t have the energy to put up a fight
I’m outa here and outa sight
My whiskey and me will be all right
Spent enough time loving up on you
Got rid of my friends said I was through
But it was okay for you to have your crew
It aint the same what am I gonna do
I’ll sit right here and drink tonight
Aint gonna argue about who is right
Your bent out of shape and uptight
My whiskey and me will be all right..
My whiskey and me will be just fine
He’s got a good friend named red wine
And if they leave I got moonshine
Darling too many times you crossed that line
Ill sit right here and drink tonight
Turn my sadness into some light
Don’t have the nerve to shout and fight
My whiskey and me will be all right.
Ill be right here drinking all damn night
My whiskey and me will be all right.
By: beardedjarhead
When old duffers reach that over-the-hill age
Loud noises bother them, they get bent out of shape
Get cranky and stuff
Wearing furry ear muffs
Like from the looney bin they just escaped
Don't you dare call my home,
I have no time for you.
Instead, our information we give out merrily,
To Google, Facebook and others unseen,
Of these...there is no lack.
Worse, we don't care if our cell phones
follow our tracks.
Nor hundreds of ad clicks, those monkeys
on our backs.
Clack, clack, clack.
Add the government who
follows your keystrokes.
And cameras taking our
pictures like paparazzi.!
Google filming your home?
Sometimes I feel like we
live in the land of the KGB
or Nazis.
But bent out of shape are we
by robo calls?
And never a thought how equally
robotic are we,
When we cannot leave our
own voice, God gave us on own
our phone.
So relatives can hear that
damnable robot message voice.
Hardly,a chance to rejoice!
As humans are replaced more
and more,
I helplessly try to stop this
and find it a joy to talk to a
human in any store.
If you can find one, not on a cell
phone,that is,
That's hardly a call for yet more
technological fizz.
People still need to earn a
living, robots do not.
The list is long with those
out of jobs,
As we have become such
technological snobs.
Oh~ my God!
Panagiota Romios
3/4/2019
Most people are easily bent out of shape
Like Paperclips
Because they can't hold it together
Like Paperclips
My words are weapons so I lock & load
My Paper Clips
I bet your two cents is worth less
Than a Paperclip
THE COMMON COLD
Have you ever felt like you were going to die?
And you knew good and well the reason why;
and as you got sicker and sicker;
and the heavy gloom grew thicker and thicker,
it began to seem like the very end,
so I decided to call my very best friend.
And when I called him I told him
"I think that I will never see
anything again as lovely as a tree;"
and he sighed because
he himself was feeling a little sad;
and he said "Cheer up, friend,
it can't be that bad!"
And I told him for sure, for sure it was.
But I got no sympathy
as an injured person does;
and I started to feel bent out of shape
and even mad. E-gad!
And I began to think that that friend of mine
was a bit of a cad.
And then suddenly my temperature broke;
and I cracked another one
of my world famous jokes;
and my friend laughed and snickered and told me
he thought it was one of my finest;
and I said no it wasn't
and thanked him for his kindness;
and then when I hung up my phone,
I smiled, sat down and knew that I would live forever,
because a dying person never has enough energy
to be that clever.
Janet Marie Bingham
Only heaven knows
Where this is going to go
But have you ever stopped long enough
To take a look at your toes
The ones on the right
The ones on the left
How over time
They all look so different
While some seem smashed
Or is that smooshed
Either way that you say
Look at the way that they look
They do love to be free
Fresh air makes them wiggle
And when touched have the need
To laugh out loud giggle
Yet one look at my toes
Shows they're bent out of shape
If they had tongues to talk
Who knows what they would say
With a tuft of hair in each center
Punk rock piggies at their best
I decide as an after thought
To paint each Mohawk red
Told you only heaven knows
Where this was going to go
When I stopped for just a minute
To look at my toes
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