Best Boo Boo Poems
She absolutely loved it whenever I would playfully call unto her, 'Boo Boo...
Twas so very adorable within her pink cotton dress, as white canvas tennis shoes
Ever this bright her dreamful eyes; a favourite attire and us being children would giggle ?
Beautiful, the expressions upon Angelica's face when concentrating a bit too hard; pouting
Velvet lips glistening when suddenly as ofttimes precious kitty Mercy would hop atop mingling
Colours only to find his whiskers once more painted in blue; tossing these tiny cups aside; hearts
Of a new song ? Pulling time's notes from my shirt pocket; ocean tides poetic, emerald skies....
Love, while the years passed by; carousel kisses, she read then wept a tear to taste rainbow hues, beloved.
I live in North East Florida
That's just a hop, skip, and a jump
From the land known as Georgia
Where "Honey Boo Boo" once held court with her mom
If'n you never knew "Honey Boo Boo"
You're in for a treat or more than one
She was a multi car train wreak
That you couldn't turn your bugged eyes away from
First let me explain the state of Georgia
So this family ya'll will understand
Not long ago they re-dirted both paved roads
Said progress was getting way out of hand
So with that said and done son
With formalities out of the way
Lets turn our attention back to our star attraction
And see what all she had to say
Her fame started out on Toddlers & Tiaras
Reality shows we all seem to love
From The Crazed Housewives to The Kardashion's
America can not get enough
And since it's on T.V. it's gotta be true
Did you ever try her drink sensation
Of Red Bull and Mountain Dew, she liked to call "Go Go Juice"
It'll put hair on your derriere for extra pad in relaxation
And who wouldn't want to see a six year old
With that kind of Hellacious Buzz
What went through my mind when I looked at it was
Ahhh, Redneck Motherly Love
So now do you redneckonize her
Where all I just said is quite true
A dolla used to make her holla!
I sure miss "Honey Boo Boo" on the Boob Tube
As I'm sure all of you do too...
She holds it in her little hand,
the arm of her friend, Teddy Bear.
It had finally been torn off,
from what started as a little tear.
Her tear streaked cheeks say it all,
her world has come to an end.
This tragedy must be reversed,
we must get Teddy on the mend.
Tongue stuck out the side of her mouth,
she helps thread the darning needle.
Bright red wool to do the job.
In her arms, Teddy, she cradles.
With each stitch, she pats Teddy's arm,
cooing reassuring words,
Telling him how brave he is.
It's the sweetest thing I've ever heard.
With a flourish, I place the last stitch,
a band-aid and healing kiss.
Then, off they go to new adventures,
Teddy Bear and my Little Miss.
I want to find a Boo-Boo
for my Smokey Bear
So now that you’re aware
of this just stop your
staring at me
Please hear my plea
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
The forest fires burn
burn, burn, burn, burn
Keep tryin’ to contain them
but those whack-a-moles
yearn to be free
Please listen to me
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
Smokey needs a
Boo-Boo Bear so
when he retires
he’ll take over his work
preventing forest fires
Can’t you see?
Please hear my plea
Next time you
talk to Yogi
ask him ‘bout a
Boo-Boo Bear for
Smokey
Hey Boo Boo Yoggie
winter has come a calling
hibernation time
One Of My Favorite Cartoons
LOL
Yogi and Boo Boo
catching a choo choo
going to the zoo
since cartoons are through
Writer's note: This came to me last week I was so inspired I even got 2 tee shirts made with that poem on them for my wife and I.
Oh, Jellystone Park, where echoes reside,
In the whispers of trees and the brook's gentle glide.
A haven of mischief, of laughter, of cheer,
Where two famous bears roam year after year.
Yogi, the leader, so quick with a plan,
A bear of bold wit, a most cunning fan.
With his tie so dapper, his hat tilted just so,
A schemer of schemes wherever he’d go.
“Hey, Boo-Boo, my buddy, this picnic’s for us!
Why should baskets just sit without any fuss?”
But Boo-Boo would frown, his tiny heart torn,
“Yogi, you know it’s not something we should do.”
“Relax, little buddy, don’t worry your head,
We’ll leave no crumbs, not a shred on this spread.
The ranger’s too slow, too busy, he'll be too late
We’ve got the smarts; we will surely change our fate!”
Round the park they would prance, a duo unmatched,
Through covert escapes, their plans always hatched.
Scaling high treetops, diving through streams,
Their friendship unshaken, as sure as their dreams.
For Boo-Boo, the conscience, so wise, so composed,
Would soften the edges of Yogi’s repose.
“Yogi, my friend, think of what we might lose,
If the Ranger gets mad for the baskets we take!”
But Yogi grins, his charm lighting the day,
“Boo-Boo, my logic will show us the way!
The park is our home, so lively, so vast,
We’re just sharing its gifts while the moment lasts.”
The ranger may grumble, his whistle may blow,
But Yogi outmaneuvers, he’s too fast to his slow.
With a wink and a laugh, and Boo-Boo in tow,
They vanish through pines where the breezes still blow.
Oh, Jellystone Park, a stage for the pair,
Their antics are immortal, etched in the air.
For Yogi’s bold heart and Boo-Boo’s soft soul,
Create a harmony, a timeless patrol.
Though baskets may vanish, and tempers may flare,
There’s love in abundance when these two are there.
Oh, Yogi and Boo-Boo, a duo so rare,
Cartoonish legends whose "Smarter than the avenge bear!"
She absolutely loved it whenever I would playfully call unto her, 'Boo Boo...
Twas so very adorable within her pink cotton dress, as white canvas tennis shoes
Ever this bright her dreamful eyes; a favourite attire and us being children would
giggle ?
Beautiful, the expressions upon Angelica's face when concentrating a bit too
hard; pouting
Velvet lips glistening when suddenly as ofttimes precious kitty Mercy would hop
atop mingling
Colours only to find his whiskers once more painted in blue; tossing these tiny
cups aside; hearts
Of a new song ? Pulling time's notes from my shirt pocket; ocean tides poetic,
emerald skies....
Love, while the years passed by; carousel kisses, she read then wept a tear to
taste rainbow hues, beloved.
Uh-oh met Oops
made an egregious error
Mistook Oops for Boo-boo
thought a kiss'd make it better
Oops lashed out
called Uh-oh a name
Boo-boo's not cured ~
Is Uh-oh to blame
Black and blue boo boo bruises courtesy hurled Bobo box
No matter I sustained multiple contusions about the face and neck and minor head concussion after the missus tossed an unopened box of five apple pie stuff'd oat bites in my direction (what got whisked - as clocked by yours truly at lightspeed), nevertheless (whew), no permanent damage prevailed regarding the cherished goods.
While recuperating in the hospital bed,
I decided to craft incident report,
(yet refuse to implicate the missus)
quickly letting fingers
skitter across keyboard
couched with divine intervention,
cuz yours truly nearly got declared dead,
thus the following words quickly typed
before creative juices fled
despite skeptical readers,
who might immediately deduce
that I rightly ought to be
declared out of my talking head
thankful caring empowered
stalwart connections qua invaluable friends
gifted with emergency lifeline when pitted
with suicidal ideations, predilections,
utilizations fostering existential crisis,
hence resilience taught to thwart
self harmful and hurtful modus operandi
thru the dogma, ethos,
and faith of worthiness
and in remembrance of JED,
(whose founders lost
above mentioned son to suicide),
thus inadvertently halting epidemic,
whereby teens and young adults
offered mental health resources
by building resiliency and life skills,
promoting social connectedness,
and encouraging help-seeking
and help-giving behaviors
through nationally recognized programs,
digital channels, and partnerships,
as well as through the media
spreading the word
to cope against desire to annihilate self
(think nihilistic existentialism)
receiving immediate access
to forge an excellent outlook
reliable material broadcast
across social media platforms
exemplifying and identifying linkedin
ingenious and innovative modus operandi
such as promulgating hotline
flown like the goodyear blimp
videre licet zeppelin made of lead
clearly displaying credo
(which unfortunately never came to my aid -
just another statistic courtesy anorexia nervosa)
summed up as Ned:
A character education program that uses a cartoon character named NED to promote kindness and excellence in schools. NED is an acronym for "Never give up, Encourage others, and Do your best".
the night is dark
man in the moon disembark
awful chilling and spooky
b o o , b o o ... soupy
no one in sight
even under bright
old street lamp light
daunted and stark
black cat in the park
old owl yon hark
melodies meadow lark
jet siren echo
chirping geckos
along the eaves
full of wet leaves
in the distance
coexistence
lethal bald eagle
loud in gleeful
ever peaceful
frogs and doggies bark
leave a soggy mark
scarecrow in stitches
monsters in britches
broomstick hurls its witch
over devils ditch
ghost do boast
bats hang undermost
thumping pumpkins
dancing munchkins'
ugly and mean
all convene for Halloween
10/31/2020
Children Story
Happy Halloween Soup Friends
Yogi bear loved to rob tourists of their lunch,
raiding picnic baskets for brunch.
Always on the lookout for the park ranger,
his antics grew even stranger.
Boo-Boo routinely got caught with pilfered snacks,
being Yogi's friend had drawbacks.
Tagging along on the promise of a treat,
he served the master of deceit.
(Clerihew)
9/05/2021
Cleritoons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Boo Boo
End of my day, what am i going to learn?
Gained tears, when am i going to say?
Acting may save me, why am i be a lier?
Reliable situation, why am i waiting for?
Urge to express, what if i be wrong?
Out of emotion, what if he things wrong?
Courage hopes to solve my boo boo...
Spiel it...!
B rewing her potions one Halloween eve, Witch Hazel
R eceived a sting from a bee;
E liciting the response of a flyswatter smack.
V ulnerable bee, he lay upon the dark, dank floor.
I nstead of sweeping away, little bee, Witch Hazel
T hrew him into her brew and laughed with glee,
Y a, haha, ha, I’ve got you now, take that for your sting!
When the Queen of Sheba came to visit
She took a bath that was quite exquisite
"Bath Sheba!" men shouted
But she only pouted
A thick little finger could not quiz it!*
*"My little finger shall be thicker than
my father's ....." Kings 12:10