Best Cartoon Poems
Poem of the Day : 13.8.25
Cartoon Character Clerihew
12.8.25
Placed 4th : Standard Contest
Donald Duck and Daisy Duck
had so much plucky luck
they invested in tranquil park ponds
then meditated swimming alongside fronds !
"More Spongebob, Mimi"--this I hear
a dozen times a day.
How much more can I stand to see?
No more of this, I pray!
I turn the TV off and run
to fetch his favorite toys.
When he says, "Spongebob's much more fun,"
I must seek other ploys.
"A Krabby Patty's what I'd like,"
he says of noontime's meal.
The common lunch I fix the tyke,
he eyes with little zeal.
The Krusty Krab invades my sleep,
and Squidward haunts my dreams.
Those creatures from the ocean deep
won't leave me be, it seems.
Can cartoon sponges start a trend
of death by kiddie show?
If SpongeBob's laugh can cause the end,
I'll be the first to go.
rhyme scheme abab
July 26, 2016
CHARLIE'S CARTOON CHARACTERS
Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a far away land, in the land where Charlie lived, there was a group of cartoon characters who felt as though they were the greatest thing to come along since sliced bread was put on the market. They were truly a curious bunch of characters who could be seen on any given day careening down the thoroughfare on their coveted tricycles causing people to scatter for fear of being crushed by these cavorting crazies who carelessly chose to clutter up the sidewalkway and the crosswalk while practically choking with laughter.
From the other side of town, there came a handsome, muscled up soon to be champion of the people because he had come to clean up this careening group of cartoon characters and put Charlie in his place. This champion's name was Clint, as in Eastwood, but even more impressive. He came into town on his cherished red, white, and blue skateboard. Clint was on a crusade. Yes, he was certainly charismatic and rather charming with his crooked little curved lip smile and the cheroot cigar clamped tightly between his crystalline teeth. Well, his very appearance was enough to convince Charlie and his gang of cohorts to seek a change of scenery and move to an entirely different city. Clint never even had to get off of his skateboard except to convince a certain little campus cutie that he was to become her cherished companion and settle down in a clean little cabin on the corner of Clint Avenue and Colleen Boulevard. Yes, that is what the town folks named that location. Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that the little campus cutie was named Colleen. She and Clint are the proud parents of Curtis, Catherine, Constance, and two classy little girls named Jan and Andrea. They all live happily in Cunningham, Colorado. Cunningham is a little place named after a poet, Tom Cunningham. Tom and another noted poet named Bob Hinshaw help Clint maintain law and order as they sit around thinking up stuff to write for folks to read when they don't have anything better to do.
13 November 2018
For the contest sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
A poor man waved
to a well-dressed cartoon
thinking he would drop a coin
in his hands that hard day
A beggar looked at the glass window
he saw picture of a ragged beggar
and went away wondering
He asked whether beggars too
live in glass houses
A rich man passed near
a poor man and beggar he saw
and wondered if these creatures
also live on the planet earth
We live here poor or rich, old or young
But each with different looking glass
Minor amendments --- mini-mends
Major amendments --- maxi-mends
Mickey Mouse --- Minnie mends
Life's no cartoon, perhaps on the moon?
Must I live as a laughing goon?
I won't make the heart not matter!
Nor observe the world, just shatter!
My poetry is not one of a loon.
Poetry where, I reach your soul.
Sparkling spots,and those dark as coal!
I shall hold your soul, it does matter.
Life's no cartoon!
Rarely, an image I do post!
My poetry is to count most!
Ah, to write with words of beauty and continuity.
Poetry that lifts humanity.
Please, do not pen meaningless ghosts.
Life's no cartoon!
3/5/2021
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My Very First Rondeau
Added suggestions to Soup Mail, please.
cartoon dolls
devour my time
laughing at my angst
soothing away troubles
I have not come to terms with
Luckily with my art and poetry I no longer have to face them fully
There is a lilt to their eyes, a sassy to their attitude.
They know themselves well, drawn in living color.
Alive, dancing through their day, being admired greatly.
Characters who are not afraid to be themselves.
A trusty funny sidekick always building up the heroine
Who falls in love with the prince who is pretending to be regular.
Wanting her for her love of his soul, not for her love of money.
Their hair has a certain dash and flair not found in other drawings.
Their eyes have the little white circles enhancing their black centers.
There is a certain way they have to be drawn, a pattern, approved.
Their clothes are always pretty much the same. How do they do it?
How do they manage to make lines turn into a fantastical reality?
With just a few lines, the animator has thrown me into a new world.
A place to escape from my troubles, woes, and humdrum stuff.
For a little bit I am dancing and prancing through my hero's eyes,
In her body, or his, doing what I have always imagined doing.
This escape is like meditation for others, maybe prayer even.
I am in the throes of the escapade, and cannot hear my family.
My friends know not to try and get my attention. I am in the zone.
Anime and manga both intrigue and uplift my soul daily.
These dudes funny like "Nickelodeon"
I see how these "Cartoons Network"
Come in "Dexters Laboratory " I'm Writing "Explosives"
Blues Clues "Cues" in my "Excerpts"
Mandark hating thinking "Quotients"
Mad cuz I'm Hot like "Petroleum"
Writing Science like I'm follower of "Newtonian"
Dexter soul hot full of "Sodium"
My Lab keep "Exploding" Heal my wounds with "Collodian"
No Andrew Jackson young president this my "Jacksonian"
I'm my own general no "Napoleon"
Lab full of "Lectures"
So fly like I knitted myself "Feathers"
What's wrong with these "Goofys"?
Whole Tune Squad "Looney"
My homie Charlie Brown an I'm "Snoopy"
With Velma and "Snookie"
Scrappy with me and "Scooby"
Her eyes red low like "Droopy"
Thinking like Aloysius "Animo"
Feeling myself like Johnny "Bravo"
I'm ten gods amongst these "Demongos"
Boy genius like "Gizmo"
I'm waiting to flex on "Rayona"
Flexing my muscle like "Ishiyama"
Greedy with my glory I'm "Kaz Marada"
I was raised by Vanna "Pira"
Watch me beast like "Badaxtra"
Welcome to the Camp of "Lazlo"
Too many clowns in this Circus Freak "Show"
Know you part of the Circus Freak "Trio"
Too many Jokers an "Zombozos"
I tell these Goofys I'm fly like I'm "Plato"
Small and Extra Large Loo
ma viewed her old man in a helpful mood
her sweetness turned to a fiery storm brewed
a two sitter for the loo
his and her tush fit for two
extra spicy will simmer in his food
Eve Roper 11/18/2016
Fred cut two holes in the dunny
His poor wife didn’t find it so funny
The HUGE hole for HER rear
Now filled HIM with fear
She could drop him in poop so runny
(Dunny is an Australian word for toilet)
By: Jan Allison 11/20/2016
Ma clenched her fists in anger when she saw
the two toilet seats constructed by Pa
he made hers entirely too large
then said her butt's big as a barge
Ma's in jail for murder~she broke the law
By: Lin Lane 11/20/2016
Papa was a sweet pleasing spouse
He built mama a new custom outhouse
One look was all it took
She caught him with a left hook
Widening the door all it took to rouse
By: Sonny Roper 11/20/2016
Nothing beats a good wooden throne
A two seater I’d really condone
Oh to share the sound of the plop
From things that tinkle and drop
I fear the wife, would rather go it alone
By: Mark Woods 11/20/2016
I have been ordered to renovate the loo
so my good wifey can go for a poo
the hole I cut was so large
as it had to fit her ****
Oh im in trouble now, what a to-do
By:Stephen Pennell 11/20/2016
Before Dad could reach the pit,
my enraged Mum took a fit.
The seat as we gawked,
made into a wooden stalk.
For my poor pitiful Pop.
By: Jean Murray 11/20/2016
One day in mid June, in far off Rangoon.
The hand drawn baboon, a comic cartoon,
Was flown to the moon, by hot air balloon.
Then late afternoon, while in his pontoon.
A massive monsoon, blew like a typhoon.
He fired his harpoon, what's next! sometime soon.
4/ 28/ 2017.
( The last adventure of baboon continued )
With Mayday maroon, tied to his galoon
He ditched his cardoon, but ate the dried prune.
It was oppotune, with some good fortune.
He missed a sand dune, and surfed the lagoon.
Then with a soup spoon, rowed home to Cancun.
He now plays basoon, in some old saloon.
This was added after the contest was judged.
The first of May twenty seventeen.
Afghanistan, Afghanistan,
you can't win a war in Afghanistan
ask the Russians and A Mer I Cans,
if they can't do it, than no-one can
Watch out!....The War in Afghanistan
Afghanistan, Afghanistan,
full of Al-Qaeda and Taliban
opium poppies throughout the land,
a big paycheck for Afghanistan,
Watch out!... for The War in Afghanistan.
In the still of night, before he took flight,
Navy Seals dropped by, Bin Laden must die......
Afghanistan, Afghanistan,
it's time that we leave Afghanistan,
We've kicked the Taliban in the Can
no need for us to lose Servicemen
Watch out !... for The War in Afghanistan....
let's leave, get out of Afghanistan...
No more........War in Afghanistan...........
Medical Conditions of Cartoon Characters
By Elton Camp
Barbie and Ken look just right
Cartoon characters are no delight
There is old Porky Pig, if you please
Obviously he has Parkinson’s disease
And just as soon as you see her
You know Olive Oyl has anorexia
Attention deficit disorder has Daffy Duck
Unless he’s treated, he’ll be out of luck
Elephantiasis afflicts sailor Popeye
His arms and legs you can tell it by
Pepe LePew suffers from sexual addiction
Of that fact, there can be no contradiction
Then there’s Sylvester the black & white cat
A severe lisp surely makes him talk like that
There are others who’ll doubtless come to mind
Whose bad medical problems it isn’t hard to find
Mermaids, sirens of the seven seas,
Guardians of Davey Joanne’s keys
Water babes, in rivers seen to swim
Young mermaids, now there’s a thing!
Kermit the frog, and miss Piggy too
Live shows, were all a joy to view
Donald Duck, weren’t he quackers
Scooby Doo, his mates all crackers
Bugs Bunny, always asking Doctors
Skippy one of Australia’s many hoppers
Elmer Fud, very strange character
Woody Woodpecker, his laughter
Speedy Gonzalez, a tiny little mouse
Sleeping Beauty found herself a spouse.
Robin Hood and his band of merry men,
Perhaps they were good way back then?
Bill and Ben and little weed, blib a blob
Pop Eye, loved his corn on the cob
Okay, I know, he loved his spinach
Oh yes, and Olive, both now vintage
Walt Disney, Hanna Barbra knew the score
Making children laugh, for them not a chore
Back now, in the land of the living
If you’ve spotted mistakes please be forgiving
In afternoons I would escape
With cartoons like the Grape Ape
Lounging with my teddy bear
Snacks and goodies we would share
My warm P.J's soft to touch
How I miss those days so much
No worries, concerns, or cares
Laughing till I started tears
From the antics on T.V.
That entertained teddy and me
Bugs, Tweety, Sylvester too
Kept me tranced the whole day through
Porky Pig, Yogi, and Boo Boo
Watching them I grew and grew
Pixie and Dixie-- Chip and Dale
Every weekend without fail
How I miss my younger days
And all of the innocent ways
I had fun and didn't worry
Now each day I'm in a hurry
To keep up with life each minute
And all the craziness in it