Best Cartoons Poems
You are like POKAEMON,
though you seem like DORAEMON,
you are as dark as batman,
too bad i'm more into SPIDERMAN,
you may be in love with CINDERELLA,
i don't care coz i'm THUMBELINA,
your ears reminds me as MICKEY,
will you accept me as your MINNEY,
I know you love to wear boxer,
I too know you are not as smart as DEXTER,
u may love the rap of PDD,
but you can never dance like PINK DIDDY,
I will never want to see you sob,
i will soak like SPONGE BOB,
without you i don't know what i'll do,
like they say "where are you,SCOOBY DOO!?",
In your absents my heart'll shatter,
you creep through the night like PINK PANTHER,
you are as macho as ARNOLD,
but your voice reminds me of DONALD,
I'll always love you till the end of my life,
but i'd rather be HARRY POTTER's wife. . . .
Bugs Bunny was a hero that wore no mask
That rascally rabbit, "What's up doc?", he'd ask!
The Flintstones Fred yelled,"Yaba daba doo!"
Wilma, Barney and Betty there with him too!
Popeye would always say, "I'm strong to the finish!"
Do you know why? "Because I eats me spinach!"
Rocky and Bullwinkle almost all of the time
Kept spies Boris and Natasha from doing crime
The Jetsons had all the space gizmos to get
George, Elroy, Jane, Judy and Astro their pet
Mr. Magoo clearly the most near sighted of men
Would say, "Oh Magoo, you've done it again!"
They said, "It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a frog!"
He answered , "It's just little old me, Under Dog"
Then we knew it was the end of the jokes
As soon as Porky Pig stuttered, "That's all Folks!"
Cartoons keep me smiling, they keep my composure at ease,
Most cartoons are crazy, for the humorous there meant to please.
Cartoons are colorful, and wonderful when feeling down,
You can smile at a cartoon even if you turn off all the sound.
Spongebob is my favorite, there's also The Simpsons and Family Guy,
I watch them alone and laugh crazily till I cry.
Cartoons keep me calm, away from the negatives of the world----
Cartoons..
Owls, supposedly the wisest of all birds in the forest.
Although known as being smart they aren't the greatest.
Some birds run some can't even fly, yet they are cute.
Ostriches with their long necks, white top fur they hunt and execute.
In the southwest you have the road runner.
A cartoon still around remember Wiley E. Coyote a cunner.
Although Wiley E. never caught the road runner it was truly fun.
Then came Elmer Fudd chasing bugs bunny with a shotgun.
Of course my point is that although violent none got hurt.
And where would we be without Bernie and Burt?
In the the glory years of the 50's caartoons they were harmless.
They chased, they ran, they hid, and nothing was careless.
Cartoons today are a beast of a different color.
Violence, killing, wars are the rage, and they truly are a horror.
Waht a message does t.v. send to our children? Violence.
No excuses, they are known for kills, chaos, killing our childrens innocence.
Take the owls ostrich, birds, bunnies and coyotes.
They werre mostly harmless totally funny.
Today even the commercials are tempting and violent.
We as Christians let the airways get floooded and we remain silent
Our Father told "us" long ago about the end of an age.
When chaos, violence, death, would be the worlds rage.
Be careful with how you let children see these things.
Our Father is very protective moral corruption comes at a deadly cost you may be destroyed and loose the Spiritual Kingdom.
Ty Tot Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat
Ty Tid! Ty Tid!
Ty Taw Tay Tater Tat!
He has forearms much like Popeye; he loves his pork and beans;
And the mussels bulge all over; especially his jeans.
His face looks like a road map;his attitude is harsh;
He likes to take the girls he meets; to his hideout in the marsh
Like a poet who don’t know it;
In his face it surely shows it;
But if you look it’s all around us
He’s as old as Nostradamus
People say he’s no good; and maybe they are right;
That’s what many like to have; when the lights go out at night.
He has been called the ghost man; but Casper he is not;
He’s the midnight bedroom dancer; cooking up his plots
And he’s not as fat as hell; he can see all his essentials
And the stories in the break rooms say; this fellow has potential
He sits there reading magazines; titled avant-garde;
And all in there is easy; but out here it’s so hard.
Oh my God these pictures; have no flowers or a moon;
The drawer in this write does think; the digs are coming soon.
But ah predictability; such a pleaser to the crowds;
It’s like television cartoons; being played too loud.
No offense is offered; except those fences that are broken;
And the cartoon with-out pictures; the artist is just joken;
But if it passed you over; just look from over here;
You can laugh like crazy at it all; or cry all in your beer.
Tom the Cat has some new amazing ideas up his sleeve.
He is constantly outsmarted by Jerry, a mouse who is his peeve.
He has built a mousetrap guaranteed to get this varmint once and for all.
It is camouflaged like leaves, and about sixteen feet tall.
Tom is confident that he will be eating roasted mouse tonight.
He loves the idea of grilling Jerry up; a tasty rodent delicacy delight.
Jerry has outsmarted him for the last time, he is sure of this.
He chases Jerry into the yard, but alas, something goes amiss.
Tom the Cat ends up in the mousetrap and all the mice are laughing.
He is caught in his own slick idea, while the mice lie down for napping.
What the heck! Why do the animators tease and torment him this way?
He is forlorn and angry again for the remainder of another bad day.
Cartoons
Saturday morning, early,
we sat around the toob…(tv)
We laughed.
Road runner was too fast,
the coyote was always too slow.
Thundar was a Barbarian,
and Strawberry was a shortcake.
Shaggy chased bad guys,
Scooby was a hero.
Foghorn was a wise rooster,
and hunting season changed quickly.
Marvin was a Martian,
and earth was in the way.
However,
No one got too hurt,
No one thought it was too real,
to steal the truth from our imaginations.
No, no one.
We learned please and thank you…
Con-juction-junction and what happens to a “bill”. (that wants to be a law)
The scariest thing to watch was PBS, where babies come from. (parental permission)
Our evenings were the American Hero, McFixIt the Everything Man,
and where no “man” has gone before.
(no one was mad, as “man” meant humanity…
even clearer, no one had to consider, as it was obvious…why is it no longer that way)
Still, we laughed.
Cartoons makes me laugh
Creation of ingenious
Great human outlet.
Yes, I paint cartoons.
I always start with the eyes.
Most of them have boobs.
Usually women
Men have to have bushy beards.
My chins are girly.
First canvas scary,
It cost a whole eight dollars.
A lot of money.
Bought it for my grands.
Granddaughter made me try it.
"You can paint," she said.
Instantly loved paint.
Relaxed me and fed my soul.
Best "me" obsession.
It met all my needs.
I gave up everything else.
Painting was my life.
Four hundred paintings
Two tent shows, eighty sales
Yet I had to stop.
They are mine, all mine.
My house is bursting with them.
I love my cartoons.
I thought I saw a nasty cat!
I did. Oh fancy that!
Sylvester I must tell you,
You're a very naughty cat!
I also have to say
That you are terrible at maths!
You miscalculate your aims
That's why you fall face down - Ker-splat!
You misjudge your target.
You only realise mid your jumps.
You're very sorry for it now
'Cause your head is full of bumps!
Granny sure insists
That you must have your rest.
But if you fail to catch me soon,
You'll have a cardiac arrest!
Can't you see with both of us,
Granny feels so blessed?
So why do you keep putting
Her affection to the test?
Sylvester I want you to know
That I'd like our feud to end.
I would like us both to be
The very best of friends.
And though she loves us very much,
Granny will adore us more
If she sees us playing nice
When she walks through the door!
Yes we could be a family
For a long and happy time...
Just remember, once recovered
You'll be on life number nine!
Nothing but loving a woman
Parades men’s minds the same.
The eye of a king to a woman,
The eye of a slave to a woman
All look with the same intensity.
Nothing but wanting a woman
Parades men’s minds the same.
The rich who is crazy for love,
The poor who dies for love
All behave madly
Like twins of the same womb.
Nothing but a need for a woman
Parades men’s minds the same.
A monk who clasps his hands on the bed,
A sinner who embrace a woman
All dream the same event
And passing the night the same.
Nothing but a pride with a woman
Parades men’s minds the same.
A genius who lectures on psychology,
A cobbler who only mends shoes
All behave like cartoons on the bed.
Love parades men like the cartoons
And libido,
Arises madness,
Obscures wisdom,
Making the higher and the lower
Just human beings
A species akin to apes.
They sit with wide eyes
watching cartoons on t.v.
Intrigued by color
If cartoons were human
and were in love passions
many would be spinsters
in the land of bachelors
but none would be virgin
playful dolphins popped out of lake
frolicking like sixties Chip and Dale cartoons
Bringing a smile to my face
adding a new kind of joy to sundown at the lake