Best Canoodle Poems
The kettle's on...
I'm thinking about the good old days as I begin to write
Thinking about my younger years, when the ground was colored white
After I was done playing in the snow, my mother set for me
Two brownies with some chocolate chips and a cup of sweetened tea
I always added a dash of cream to lighten up the taste
But these days, I eat just one brownie, I've got to watch my waist
Pouring the water...
The smell of tea just hits home, but I must prepare it right
Two teaspoons of sugar and a dash of cream but never all too light
Sipping...
Ah, that first sip always tastes so good,
it truly warms me up
And usually before I'm finished drinking it...
I'm thinking about a second cup
Another sip...
Tonight, I'm dipping in my tea, some peanut butter on white toast
Growing up, and still today, I love that combo most
Another sip...
I love to stay up late at night, drinking tea and watching flicks
And when I'm done and all hyped up, canoodle for some kicks
Last sip...
Well, it's getting late, so I must go now...
As I sip my last taste of tea
Besides the fact it's getting late...
Got to hurry, damn it... ((I've got to pee))
Not advertising that flippant flick. I just want to know
where my blooming flivver is. It ruffles my feathers no
end to find out, when exiting the embassy,
that my buggy's whereabouts are a mystery.
I must meet Sherry 'cause her right toe
wants a sweet kiss. Did the camel tow
my car? That blasted mammal! Sherry's dear
foot can't wait! Please do not tell me the deer
took my buggy! That son of a Witch
would fine
me with a very pricey mulct which
isn't fine!
Not another loathsome tax
to put up with! Oh no, Lord, please!
I beg thou hearken to my pleas!
Now, let's come down to tin tacks.
I need my bloody car! A choice bass
cooked by Sherry awaits me. The crass
specimen who's got my car is so base,
and I'm so cross! The camel has a bass
voice that creeps me out! I do not want to
deal with him. I cannot even stomach two
secs the sight of the deer. He's ugly too.
II.
On returning to his flat, mad as a goat,
Ivo found on the door, the following note:
Dear Ivo,
I hereby inform you that your awfully and
illegally parked streetcar has been impounded.
Come pick it up at the City Hall and
bring cash with you for there's a fine. 8 hundred
clams.
Much love,
The Crane from Ukraine.
Blimey! That heartless crane! I won't give her a buck!
Now I know the ruffians weren't the camel and the buck.
Well, let's be fair, it wouldn't be cricket to pass the buck.
I didn't park properly. It's my fault. That's it. I will not buck
at the fine.
III.
I got my car back for free. How? l told the crane;
"I'm in a hurry to meet Sherry who needs me to canoodle
her feet. I'll have tonight for dinner a bass fish with noodles."
"If a foot massage like the ones I used to get in Ukraine.
you give me, I will be happy to call off the mulct." said she.
I pleased her feet very much. She loved it. Then we got some tea.
IV.
I'm on my way home to eat some bass,
with my beloved and awesome lass.
It's so nice to be able to dine
without having paid that gruesome fine.
Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class, I better skedaddle,
so I canoodle my cats (hugs and kiss that is);
and like a flash I am out of bed!
Oh dear, what a rigmarole of unnecessary complexity,
I run to the kitchen and open a tin of, oh so stinky fish;
for the fur balls, (no accounting for taste,) my tummy rumbles,
I dress in my pink dance pants, brush my teeth;
I look in the mirror, holy macaroni!
I was going to wash the mop last night but didn't,
oh well, the flat iron turns me into a Cleopatra star;
then, I look outside, snow, lots of snow, blast I need boots,
oh yes under the bed where I flung them;
what a stupid kerfuffle!
Walking to dance, a bus sprays with me with slush,
darn nincompoop, I am thinking to myself and then;
a loud honk, and a car roars pass me, I almost have a stroke,
I finally make it and the receptionist says- cancelled,
cancelled, oh la-di-la, that's great!
I am walking back home when I step into a deep puddle,
and my feet are now soaking wet, I am just exhausted;
I will crawl back into my bed for a snoozle I say to me self,
but I am waylaid by my old fuddy-duddy neighbor;
dearie,(she whips out a grocery list)!
You know, I cannot walk in the snow, meantime her cat,
a fat Persian rubs my legs and I have fur from knees down;
but what can a girlie do, I turn around and hocus-pocus its done,
finally, I am standing in my bedroom all tatterdemalion,
like a child in rags, I feel like weeping!
And then I notice the collywobbles in my tummy,
like butterflies swirling, and then a great rumbling;
oh, damnation, I need something to eat, so I gongoozle,
stare that is, into the refrigerator, close the door, slam;
and grab a handful of cockamamie cookies!
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January 26, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/Lickety-Split
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8691-18-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest , Any Poem Written in January 2017
Sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
Fuzzy and hairy that is what he was, a cuddly big bear. She
Undressed shyly before him while he took his own sweet time
Zesting it up with cologne before a mirror, what a nervous boy
Zorro mask in place he naughtily asked," can I use my whip ?"
You can do anything you want but leave my feet alone
So there they were two hotties revving for the big big night
Oh Oh Oh she wailed and moaned, " how I love the big wild horse"
Caressing her like a velveteen he croons into her ear, "Oh dear "
Kiss me, canoodle me but don't look at my feet Tiger, cuz if you do ?
So slowly ever so slowly he peels the blanket off her quivering body
And as he looked at her feet he took in the blue socks and crocs
Nascent desires squelched, she was no longer a sexy wench ,
Darling, what in Gods name made you wear something like that he cried
Cuz I wanted to be hot stuff for you, but my feet are always cold
Roaring with laughter he took off his mask & she noticed his brows
Oh my stars you shaved your brows! "Didn't want to be a
Caveman my dear. She giggled and squeezed him tight. I love it
Sexy Zorro. Two lovers doo whopping it, with hot sexy love...
1
O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances;
O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat trilleth for none but me, mine eccentric euphoria is celebrated by nature;
O, in the untrodden tryst wouldst thou palliate the passion of mine? I pray you, do love me, fair damsel, only because I really love thee.
2
Prithee, my ladie, my beautie, tell me wouldst thou fain love me? Knowest thou I am fain to gain thee, and hope I thou art so. Once hither thou camest and didst canoodle me, wert thou fearless and didst enrapture me. Thou , undaunted, snuggle’dst, kiss’dst , embrace’dst a swain. E’er thou wast fain to have me lain on the lovers’ crimson bed. And when dost thou bestow upon me the ancient ecstasy, and sleek is the cheek of my kingly belle, feel I relieved i’th’ glaring tryst, my sweet love !
languid doldrums, swaying lanyard, sails hanging loose
dreary small drums reverberate, neurons dumbing down
nerve ends fuse, sunlit shadows depict my numbing frown
feelings grind dull, thoughts stranded in the dangling sluice
sudden intermittent draught, strengthening breeze
mind and body free-falling, spontaneous pressure
sinews stretch, skin on skin, pulsating probing pleasure
senses tingle, tickling laugh, lengthening squeeze
breathe in deep, sniff olfactory aroma drift
gustatory tasting plates licked and tongued
erotic amalgam squished and belly-bunged
nostrils flare, exotic pungent odour whiffed
cavort, canoodle, drooling lips, flavours of the beast
rhythms rise where delirious frenzy can often be
harmonic screaming near the edge of cacophony
weave distorted images, dream-dancing above the feast
fleers, seekers, washed-up innocent sinning on the beach
subdividers and King Canute howling at the wind
viral loads onboard, invisible invaders grinned
collective cowardice casts the truth spinning out of reach
Giant ginger roadside attraction;
Mammoth Morris seeks attention.
05/01/2019
Photo #7
For Crystal Clear Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
The pussy-willow,golden yellow
bathed in sunlight,oh so mellow
Daffodils nodding in the breeze,
as early birds canoodle in trees
below zero nights of snow flakes
become icicle delights in daylight
How bold revival leaves us both at home,
to scavenge the refridgerator store,
as gin and vermouth soothes the ice galore
Martinis' clink to toast ones connoisseur.
Whilst, 'sexual healing', sung by Marvin Gaye,
has repercussions soaking up romance;
canoodle with me, one more time I say,
I'm sure there's plenty time for us to dance.
With alcohol your beast it's safe to drink,
no place to leave, get killed or feeling bad,
to rearrange your travel makes me think,
for cosy nights shall rearrange this pad.
Could nightclubs stoop in jealousy's outrage
By leaving them behind for home to stage.
At last count we have 20,000 members
A pretty big following it seems
There must be something drawing us here
Other sites also help with our dreams
Something special must be happening here
Can't imagine what it could be
This unique collection of such talented people
It's a haven for you and me
Hang on a minute, I think I might have it
It's coz of certain folks enrolled
Won't mention names, you know who you are
Not fair to others if I told
So let's just say there's a humongous big bunch
Who turn my crank every day
Rush to my computer every single morning
To read what these sweeties have to say
Certainly not giving away any secrets here
It's reason for a very huge following
Poetry can almost becomes secondary at times
As we canoodle with love overflowing
© Jack Ellison 2014
I was in a canoodle with my,
wonderful guy- his kiss made me high;
his whispers were superexcellent,
he was a doozy quite excellent !
Excellent until gobbleygook words,
superexcellent, NO ! Like rust shards;
high, nincompoop dumb- lacking a brain
my thoughts were ... Oh, smart can be a pain !
Kisses, with no talking required !
~ Warning ~
This limerick is not recommended
reading before tackling dessert.
Miss Dipsy Doodle loved to canoodle
Though she'd never done it with a poodle
The thought of all that fur
Sent a shiver through her ~
Why couldn't she eat her apple strudel?
She is the object of my desire
Hers is the name I sit and doodle
Oh how I long to kiss those lips
As Sweet as apple strudel
I would give every thing I own
The whole kit and caboodle
To spend one minute in her arms
And share a Christmas canoodle
A rich couple went to see two pedigree French poodles
Sorry, no poodles for sale -- they're busy playing canoodle
How bold revival leaves us both at home,
to scavenge the refridgerator store,
as gin and vermouth soothes the ice galore
Martinis' clink to toast ones connoisseur.
Whilst, 'sexual healing', sung by Marvin Gaye,
has repercussions soaking up romance;
canoodle with me, one more time I say,
I'm sure there's plenty time for us to dance.
With alcohol your beast it's safe to drink,
no place to leave, get killed or feeling bad,
to rearrange your travel makes me think,
for cosy nights shall rearrange this pad.
Could nightclubs stoop in jealousy's outrage
By leaving them behind for home to stage.