Best Caps Poems
Irish accents quake my female southland.
Males 'neath Newsboy Caps stimulate dreamland.
Irish yearns may want touch,
Did not seek to feel such.
Ireland trips could stimulate mate's backhand.
A beige sun cap was found
floating in the lake where
he was last seen swimming.
A cradle cap lies with the sweet
powdery baby scent still
lingering in her empty crib.
A blue baseball ball cap on
wet pavement amidst broken
glass fragments and bent bicycle.
A green girl scout cap clinging
to brush over the side of a cliff
where sun dried grasses grow.
A white graduation cap amidst
the mangled magenta Mazda,
broken beer bottle below the boughs.
A veteran camouflage cap half
burried in the desert sands, sun
bleached, made in the U.S. of A.
7-28-17
save the pitch
caps
don't suit me
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Graduation Day
Caps Gowns -- Smiles Sounds -- Cheers Beers Tears...
School - Goodbye...Life - Hi!
Bought my grandkids Caps for Sale
And checked when it was written -
Back in 1940! Still,
The story has me smitten.
A peddler cannot sell the caps
He carries on his head
And so he takes a nap beneath
A giant tree instead.
On waking, all the caps are gone
But way up in the tree
A monkey's perched on every branch
And guess what we can see?
On each one's head there is a cap
Which he will not surrender.
The peddler, in frustration,
Leads us to the happy ender.
He shakes his fists and stamps his feet,
The monkeys imitating,
Then throws his own cap on the ground
And without hesitating,
The simians all follow suit
So all the caps come falling.
The peddler piles them on his head
And keeps on with his calling:
"Caps for sale! For 50 cents!"
The guy gets props for trying.
The story leaves us with a smile
(Though no one still is buying).
WHEN I SEE PEOPLE START TO WRITE WITH CAPS LOCK ON
I BASH MY HEAD AGAINST A ROCK UNTIL I'M GONE
THEY DO NOT EVEN TAKE THE TIME TO PUNCTUATE
AND ALSO GRAMMAR DO THEY CHOOSE TO DESECRATE
BACKSPACE BACKSPACE BACKSPACE BACKSPACE BACKSPACE
I SWEAR IF I SEE YOU I'LL KNEE YOU IN THE FACE
SPAM CLICK SPAM CLICK SPAM CLICK SPAM CLICK SPAM CLICK
PREPARE TO FEEL THE LENGTH AND WRATH OF MY LARGE STICK
PRAY TO GOD. GO ON AND PRAY
I'LL NEVER FIND YOU ANY DAY
MYSTERIOUS MAN BEHIND THAT SCREEN
TYPING THESE LETTERS LARGELY SEEN
YOU WILL DIE ATTACHED TO TIGHTENED FETTERS
OR BETTER YET, CRUSHED BY CAPITAL LETTERS
IN A SECOND OR TWO, I'M ABOUT TO STRANGLE YOU WITH MOFF
NOW I ASK YOU AGAIN, WON'T YOU PLEASE TURN CAPS LOCK OFF?
'Tis purty easy to size up a feller by the cap he wears,
By glancin' at the message that on his cap he shares.
Boldy emblazoned is a logo bright and clear,
Revealin' his dubious tastes and facts about his career!
A farmer is apt to wear a cap advertisin' "John Deere" dealers.
A football fan's cap proudly extols his "Pittsburgh Steelers."
The equestrian might sport a cap readin', "Equine Feed & Tack."
Can't figure teenagers, since they wear their caps front to back!
Old vets are easy to spot wearin' their caps with pride.
Patches show where they served with various units worldwide.
A feller with a ponderous paunch is wont to savor his ale,
Since his cap advertises "Old Milwaukee Pale!"
"Have You Found Jesus", might be seen as an anomaly,
On a preacher's cap broadcasting his mini-homily!
Some fellers wear caps toutin' their favorite baseball team.
Strawberry-nosed guys might wear a cap advertisin' "Jim Beam!"
"Call Before You Dig", is probably a phone repair technician.
"Sparky" on a cap might imply the feller is an electrician.
'Tis purty sure you can size up a feller by the cap he's wearin',
By glancin' at the not so subtle message that on his cap he's sharin'!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
It’s another day in paradise; and the girls are oh so fine
It’s another day in paradise; and I’m in the welfare line.
There’s no bread up in my cupboards; and my peanut butters dry;
There’s no bread now in my pockets; and my woman’s with some guy.
I no longer smoke; but my girl she smokes in bed;
The doctor says that’s just as bad; and I could wind up dead.
My baby doesn’t know me; she says I’m not her dad.
And her mother talks about me; she claims that I’m just bad.
It’s another day in paradise; and the frost has killed my plants;
And my sugar got invaded; by a colony of ant’s.
There’s nothing in my coffee pot; there’s nothing in my fridge;
And my girl says I should jump with her; off the San Mateo Bridge.
Heaven help me someone; my set is analog;
And the leash I have is broken; that I used to walk the dog.
Isn’t life just wonderful; isn’t life just grand;
Maybe I should play kazoo; in some wash tub band.
Fingertips move the keyboard taps,
over time my patience just snaps;
Pulse raises in my bloodstream
hard to hold back a scream
when you shout at me in caps.
Shiny happy people floating upon blue green waves of serenity
while the world turns black in their peripheral
Yay! Some cold at last, and even a dusting of snow.
We moved back into the dorm—braving knife-like breezes—yesterday.
It was bracing and heroic - do I want it to warm up?
That’s a hard no.
let’s wax poetic..
Think not of winter as bleak
wrap your steely bones warmly, wear a cap
—for gelid wintertide can bind us together.
Midwinter is the time o' the year to be warm hearted,
to find a companion, a creature fair, a lass (or a manly man)
and suggest a more temperate snuggle— it can do no harm to try.
Think not of winter as bleak
make sweet use of flattery, and face cold’s embrace
likewise, cheek to cheek, with a warming and open heart.
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Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
All the hats to destroy
To say hats off
All the hats to destroy
To say caps off
How swiftly my thoughts fly now
to corduroy pants and caps
Facing a howling northeaster
whistles, the rally of hunting dogs
~ the pointer locked, stock-still
In this age of instant communication
Sending my thoughts with great elation
CAPS do the trick
For those a bit thick
Sorry for shouting from the far away location
Sometimes my mind just wonders off
As if it hopped out of my head carrying a bandanna on a stick
Getting it back is like fighting a bull , something that catches your attention
Not knowing why I think random things , things in no relevance
But when my mind finds time to crawl back in , I find it harder to think