Best Boobie Poems
Pirate Johnny Betty Boobie Bird was in a
throat-cutting, slashing,
bashing, crashing, gnashing mood.
So he stood in front of a mirror,
Making the most swishy sword
movements he could make, with his
Excaliber sword, swearing up his pirate swears.
His mother heard him, rolled his eyes and laughed.
His father smiled, and his grandma went to the bathroom.
Within minutes, Pirate Johnny Betty Boobie Bird and his parents
were all three sitting with a bar of soap in their mouths.
Grandma did not play.
And she did not think
They were being good parents.
My poor right boob, has rainbow colours
After a biopsy the doctors had to do
I’m still in pain, but there’s no weeping
I yearn for sleeping
As dreamers do
Sadly for me I can’t get closure
Until my surgery in January
They cannot confirm, if I’ve got cancer
So I await the answer
But I don't feel blue
My poor bruised boobie is
Red and yellow and purple and green and blue and pink and black and painful!!
Ouch!
12-08-17
You may have noticed I’ve not been so active on soup recently…
Last week I had to have 10 mammograms (ouch x10), which detected a mass, and the next day i underwent a vacuum biopsy, (ouch times a million lol) a week later and the results are inconclusive so I need surgery in January to remove the lump and then I can finally get closure… the waiting is the worst part!
"Boobieful"
Written By: Rodney(Gemini)Riggins
Dedicated to a great artist and friend
Boobie Monroe
What more is there to say all there is
to do is look. When I first laid eyes
on you I knew I was hooked. Watched
how u move and listen to every word
you speak only hoping one day or soon
that we could meet.
I had too express the feelings I had cos
this was deep how could one be so glamorious
and still be street. Your freckles and eyes
are so stunning had me mesmerized look
at your picture for hours and just fantasize
Having quality of great pleasure for me too
see made me realize how Boobieful you
are too me. I'm glad too be a friend and
as you are to me I had to write how I feel
so pardon me.
So why lie if I can't speak the truth beauty
lies inside the description is you. I wish
I could recite this poem in a recording booth
but if it never happens I dedicated this
too you.
Who is the ugliest at the ugly bug ball?
Is it the hideous gnat or giraffe so tall?
Could it be that spitting camel with the ugly hump?
Or the orangutan with the butt that makes us jump?
Mayhaps it is the blue-footed boobie, a weird looking fellow
Or that weird looking duckling whose suit is off-color yellow.
Bloody turkey buzzard with mouth full of gore just came in.
He is not only ugly, but his carnivorous ways are an evil twin.
Octopus, penguin, goat, quail, each with an oddity.
Scorpion, wasp, rattlesnake with pattern of a vee….
Who is the ugliest at the ugly bug ball?
Starfish and squirrel get to pick but they went to the mall.
Could it be the mongoose, the peahen or yak?
Let’s choose the winner before they get back.
Sturgeon has a suggestion. It sounds like a wow.
Let’s call it a tie, and give them all a big whack.
Look at this face
I am so angry
gonna throw my dummy out my pram!
You point that thing in my face
its bright lights flash in my eyes
‘watch the birdie’
but I’m not daft ...
we don’t have a bird
‘ Coochie cooh, say cheese’
arghhhhhhh give me a break
I just want mum’s boobie
You want me to smile
but I’ve just woken up
and I’ve got a crappy nappy
Dad, you look so stoooopid
pulling silly faces
doing a ‘dad dance’
can’t you see you ploys won’t work
Dad you’re just a silly jerk
N/A in Baby Face What's You THINKIN 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr
submitted to I Got a Darn NA Again Poetry Contest
sponsored by LuLoo
Image 1 chosen
5/31/19
Trump loves his rubber Boobie Doll
She is the fairest of them all
Her feminine wiles
Hide Classified Files
When Donald is having a bawl
THE GRANDMA RAMP
My daughter handed him to me and ran out the door without instructions.
It’s been thirty years since I’ve been this close to a cat-like scream.
The bottles hang down like bats, perky nipples and necks require help.
I play hide n seek with milk, finding pops of boobie juice in deep freeze.
Maternal mind replays ‘do not microwave’ so i run the plastic under water.
The little angel, heaven-sent, gives me no break, not today.
I release the sweetheart to the windup mobile of stars.
Finally, the soother is ready to rock n roll. I gather the infant in my arms.
The sucking sound so familiar. He downs this succulent sustenance
and falls asleep. Unnecessarily I hear a car rolling up the grandma ramp.
11/19/2018
Why are us doobies addicted to “boobie woobies”
No, it isn't a code, it's tough-guy talk for us loonies
Am I striking a chord
Still boobies I adore
Can't live without 'em, they curl up my tootsies
Birdwoman wore eagle, robin, osprey and owl.
In her hair, with a certain flair
Hummingbirds, swifts and waterfowl
Making their nest in her lovely hair
Birdwoman sported pelicans, penguins and egrets too
Wearing them proudly, none of them too loudly though
Nightjars, hornbills and beautiful jays of blue
Morning dove, blue footed boobie and silly dodo
Birdwoman wore her feathered friends with pride, to and fro.
She’s their protector, people said with reverence and awe.
She took them everywhere she ventured, don’t you know.
She loves cardinals, frogmouths, and a simple jackdaw.
A girl caught in her boobie trap
Struggled to untangle a strap
The preacher yelled, "Whoa!
It seems you don't know ...
Do I need to draw you a map?"
Have you seen the boobie? Asked Copper Mike to Steve McLiss.
Steve was horrified. Just one? What kind of woman is this?
Not a woman, but a platypus-look-alike, said instigator Mike.
She’s down by the red hibiscus cottage, want to take a hike?
They marched down the path, Steve, all excited ready to see
One boobie, and yet, he saw not one, but three.
And they were blue-footed boobys, not a boobie at all.
He stalked back to his barracks angry, right before mess call.
blue footed boobie
galapagos island duck
sky blue webbed waders
walking
along not
a prince nor
a thief but a man
i ran
upon a
sleeping
beauty of a
wow
what a
woman
very oo la la
but having
read of such
things as a child
i slipped under the
caution
tape and
made straight
for this maiden's
face but
knew not
on her lips
to kiss and so
looking
for any last
boobie traps
seeing none i
placed
a single
kiss on the
tip of her nose
not one
thing nada
nothing occurred
so i poked her with a
stick
trying as
i did to wake
her from slumber
not
noticing
or noting that
my legs only my
legs
were of
that of a
frog and so
hopping
away back
home i avoided
French restaurants
if the blue footed boobie wanted to be
the craziest bird living near the North Sea
from Galapagos Island she would make an escape
moving to Connecticut, landing near the cape
what would be her first step? What else would she do?
Would she demand a rain slicker and maybe some glue?
Would she go to school and show off her blue feet?
Would the teacher say, howdy, your look is a treat?
If the blue footed boobie wanted to live with you
What would you say? What would you do?
Would your mother say yes? Is your father easy?
Would they love a boobie living near the North Sea?