Best Cancelled Poems
Cancel email came after work
So of course three of us missed it
Other nine stayed off the ice
Comfy in their jammies
Eating sweet warm toast
Watching TV
Annoying
Us Three
Lots
So, what would you have me write?
Dulcet words of limply lurid metaphor
stuttering staccato of acceptable alliteration
preposterously impersonal personification
drab and dreary diluted imagery
innocently innocuous innuendo
insouciantly inane sonnets
neutered non-rapier wit
squishy, soft white bread limericks
fettered faint hearted free verse
sanctimoniously soft spoken rants
devoid of do’s and don’ts, can’s and can’ts
all to fit in a box
with invisible locks
displayed on a Common
of “creative” stocks
John G. Lawless
©6/30/2018
We’ve CANCELLED your job
Immediately
but you have been renewed
to enter a field with a better aim
to CANCEL out your dated brain
to secure you with a daunting task
to invalidate your former mask
of a 9 to 5 mentality
and learn to speak with authority
This is your desk and here’s your job
to remove employees with finality
and CANCEL paid leave temporarily
make this your credo diligently
starting with Mr. Adderley
and when you have reached one seventy
we'll have replenished our money finally
and your job will be CANCELLED
Immediately
May 25,2014
Good News—Basketball Season May Be Cancelled
By Elton Camp
Of outrageously overpaid, whiny jocks I don’t care
For fifty years I haven’t watched a game anywhere
When in college, some of our team’s players I knew
Mention a present basketball star & I respond, “Who?”
I don’t know the details of what the big fuss is about
But that it’s about big time money I’ve got no doubt
Professional sports is filled with extravagant greed
Really, how much can players and owners need?
With millions working hard for just minimum wage
Obscene millions spent on sports puts me into a rage
So let them cut their season short of not do it at all
I don’t care if I never see another game of basketball
In fact, here’s what I think it’d be best if they will do
Get in a fight and close down football & baseball too
My best guess is that this won’t ever take place
But I’m keeping my fingers crossed just in case
There's no Christmas this year
There will be no Christmas cheer
For Santa checked the naughty list
And found himself a naughty miss
Then picked her up in his sleigh
And then flew her off to St Tropez
Form:
Rudolph slipped on an ice covered roof
And landed sideways throwing up a hoof
It caught Santa on the side of his head
Dazed; he fell off the roof now he's dead.
Written 18th December 2020 .
Christmas Chastushka - Rules Revised.
Sponsored By Andrea Dietrich.
There’ll be no trick or treaters knocking on our door.
Just us candy eaters watching movies on the floor.
Halloween is cancelled because of all the rain...
and to get up in the morning we’re gonna need a crane.
They came to stand in silent pose,
Along the shore as tide arose.
They watched the tide flow to and fro,
And like the sea! Nowhere to go!
Oh so soon, swift passing days,
Yes time does steal one's youth away.
It leaves them standing all alone.
With no one left and on their own.
Echoes from their past surround,
Haunting lonely lives the've found.
And in the twilight of their years,
Sand is mingled with their tears.
Youth trumps "old!" It slams the door!
On ancient lives - forever more.
Mute monuments they stand alone,
Aged hearts now turned to stone.
Then somehwere out beyond that shore,
Winged shadows flew! A few -then more.
Until their numbers hid from view,
The sun light on their rendezvous.
Oh youth, immersed in boundless flight,
They soar and rise to full flown height,
A song of praise the angels sing,
That youth can glide on agile wing.
They thrust and glide -they ride and soar,
But fail to see them self on shore.
They do not look! They do not see!
To know what one day they will be.
Shame be yours in youthful flight,
Now blind to age's painful plight.
Oblivious to those below,
That mourn for places they can't go.
Recall that rocket ride called youth?
Life passed so fast! So sad that truth!
Today it's slower -waning will,
And then tomorrow, -slower still.
One day when spent they'll share that shore,
With other hearts that soar no more.
Birth to death - is dawn to night,
And youth - that dream -one day of flight.
Superman Show Was Cancelled
Started to embark
We ran into Joan of Arc
Was with Kent a Clark.
Wrote cute canticle
And song purpose did fulfil
Then fired at w(W)ill.
Will had not been well
Our singing seemed to be swell
William had to t(T)ell
Recently had heard
Kent had been sealed in cement
So show was cancelled.
Like at Trump's inauguration
which should have been in
Kenosha where everyone
never came and were
a no show. While being
condescending to Wisconsin
What we say on the horizon
was none other than Eddie
Munster in charge of all the
conciliatory representatives.
Have you noticed the
similarity lately?
Jim Horn
I studied and swotted
Til my eyes were on stalks
Went to all the lectures
Really listened when prof talked
Was up at night, just one thing on my mind
The end of term exam, good result required
Ate very little, skin looked a mess
Slept as I sat on a chair, oh dear I looked tired
Morning of the exam, tried to get sleep
Drank some strong coffee shaking with fear
Staying awake and in focus to keep
A notice on the door I saw as I got near
In very bold letters for all to read
Were the very words I didn't want to hear
I turned around, away I tread with dread
"Exam Cancelled Today" who fancies a beer.
Penned 25/05/2014
A parcel postman named Claus
in 2020 had reason to pause
Covid19 pandemic ,we can relate
made poorly Santa ,for ten days isolate.
Calvary Cancelled Our Debt
Calvary Cancelled the Debt
We owe to our God;
For we have all sinned
The right path not always trod.
We are covered with robes
Of His white righteousness,
Because God gifted His son;
Showed His love is boundless.
We owe Him so much,
But He knew we couldn’t pay.
So instead He made provision—
Our sins to allay.
We are covered with Christ’s glory,
So exceedingly bright.
This brilliance is a beam
Of His Father’s Holy light.
Because Calvary Cancelled—
The Debt we could never pay,
We are covered by His glory
Even in our malaise.
We should be so happy
That He loved us so much;
He would pay such a price
To keep us in His touch.
Copyright ©2007-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
They cancelled Christmas in Washington DC because they couldn't find three wise men.
John G. Lawless
11/22/2022
An international battlefield was scheduled this year
Postponed due to an invisible fear
A misunderstood sensitive diplomatic situation
Displaying theatrical health care patients
Put off an artistic war
Where the death toll is replaced by a game score
As we interpret what really happened
Hopefully continuing peaceful dialogue with Japan
Remember when things were just all right
Written prologue not aware of a global viral fight
Qualifications had begun
Being an athletic sample seemed entrepreneur and fun
But word got out
Things were cancelled without any doubt
Soon a decision was made
Before educators were able to hand out final grades
Dr. Godzilla put its foot down
Destroying every sporting peaceful village, city and town
Colorful rings will not be interlocking
Timers stopped their clocking
No one will be handled a medal
Apparently this mass hysteria has its foot on the pedal
For the first time
There will be a mature odd number on the promotional line
As a substitute representation
Confirming the biological weapon war who is facing
Based on resentment
Challenging trusting encampment
Is there a wide world message lurking around?
Waiting for a sponsor to be picked up, discovered and found
Planned right
Olympics will light
A torch real bright
Translating the reminder killing does not solve the problem
Of I got them
Instead positive conversation is when
To stop something before a wrong button is pressed send
I should have said yes,
meet you anywhere you want
for lunch, even that greasy spoon
with the lousy chili and corn dogs.
Every five years or so we meet
to recall the bad old days
and you always tell me that’s the way
they make chili and corn dogs
at home in the hills of Arkansas
and I always ask about the stills
and you tell me no more stills
since the repeal of Prohibition.
They never saw a salad in that place
I’m certain, but who cares.
I should have said yes,
meet you anywhere you want.
I promise you I'll go there today
and order chili and a corn dog
once I get back from the cemetery.
Donal Mahoney