Best Chinny Poems
One evening Bob nervously said
I kinda like three in a bed
She said I’ve got friends
And each of them tends
To share the desires in your head
The next night as had been arranged
His ankles and hands were in chains
His lady walked in
With Rodney and Jim
And that kinda messed with his brains
His girl was a leather clad gimp
And Jim looked a bit of a wimp
Rodney said ducky
Time to get mucky
But Bob was decidedly limp
*
Time to collaborate...
First ‘up’... Jan Allison
Bob swallowed six Viagra whole
And soon was like a flag pole
Much to his delight
He stayed up all night
The threesome all enjoyed their roll
*
And from Tom Cunningham...
Poor old Bob was a pitiful sight
His girl decided to put things right
She produced a pump
And worked on his stump
And Bob was like a stallion all night.
Old Bob was so grateful for his girlfriend
But all things good always come to an end
With too much thumping
And all the humping
His thing deflated and started to bend.
*
And Belle Bellevue writes...
Bob went to see the doctor with his crick
Asking please could he do something with it
Doc gave it a jerk
That really hurt
But it became bigger after the visit.
That put a smile a mile wide on Bob's face
He strutted proudly all over the place
The more people looked
The longer he stood
With swollen head penetrating airspace.
Bob begged his girlfriend to bring some more in
The home fast becoming a den of sin
They came three by three
A sexy grand prix
Which ended up with Bob in a tailspin.
*
Mark Koplin adds...
Old Bob was a motherless soul
He liked bears, sheep and woodchuck holes
All three gave him a grin
On his chinny chin chin
Next time he’ll add a few moles
*
And Tania adds this...
Bob was enjoying being wildly bad
Posted a dating site with his fun add
So anxious he couldn't sleep
After being banned a creep
He was now left a frustrated poor lad
*
Dame van Dyke now reclines and relaxes,
while her lady-in-waiting re-waxes
bristled shadowy skin
of her chinny-chin-chin...
the vexation of vain battle-axes.
Three pigs
New digs
Straw house
Stick house
Wolf Bad
Big cad
Huff puff
Puff huff
Chinny
Chin chin
Fell in
Big din
Pigs run
Outdone
Wolf quick
Pigs thick
Fresh pork
On fork
……………………………………………………
Last pig
House big
In digs
Safe pigs
Huff puff
Puff huff
On fork
No pork
Wolf trick
Pig thick
Turnip meal
Real deal
No way
Pig say
Not thick
Wolf trick
On roof
Climb wolf
Long shot
Hot pot
Fell in
No grin
Big plate
Pig ate
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And lived happily ever afterwards
Come with a smile,
come with a wink.
Come to the land
of pink, pink, pink.
Imagine
yourself
as a pale pink fairy,
wearing an earring
that's a pink clip-on,
and real pastel pink petals
held in your pinkie,
pointing to the pink chink
glow upon the horizon
at dawn.
The garden's dye this July
is floral pink blossoms.
And at times I do
have such pinkish dreams,
where everything is hued
in pink ice-creams.
Where I own a fine
posh pink cadillac,
parked in a pink chateau
festooned
with fallen pink lilac.
That,
overlooking
a pink sea
ebbing on pink pebbles,
where a pink moon
looks like big bubbles.
In pink colors,
if I could customize
'n'
personalize
my world:
so pink cushions all about,
and pink curtains unfurled!
My birthdays always wish
for pink balloons.
Oh, I love to decorate
and celebrate
with pink festoons.
And nature lovers could watch
salmon pink flamingoes
who stand upon one leg,
hiding
half their pink toes.
Or even bunny rabbit eyes
in bright pink glows.
Ah, pink's so feminine.
Think of pink hair pins,
pink lips 'neath two pink
blush cheeks,
right above cute
chinny chins,
or as buds in a rosebush
take pinkish peeks.
I see as well baby pink
frocks
and frilled pink socks,
and pink pom-pom caps
upon golden locks,
their pink sashes behind
them upon the walks.
Ah, I've always believed,
and still I think,
that pinkish is girlish and
girlish is pink.
Bed time story
Night sky stood still inky dark and gloomy
There came a light that flickered zigzagging behind the clouds
a sudden resounding loud sound of cymbals
Heavy pouring rain commenced
In my pajamas with heavy eyelids it is time for bed
Mama sits by my side with her arms around me, I nuzzle
Bundle tightly under the covers keeping warm
A fairy tale she reads,
“The Story Of The Three Little Pigs”
“Once upon a time there was an old Sow with three little Pigs “ ….
While
Outside
Angry howling sounds
like the crashing ocean tide
breathing, growling wind knowing…
“Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”
I’ll h-u-f-f and I’ll p-u-f-f and blow your house down”
I struggle; I snuggle closer to mama;
"No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”
A chill runs through my body leaving a frightening illusion
Goose bumps and the hair on my arms and back of my neck bristles
“Then the Wolf came to the second Little Pig,”
“Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”
Wind wailing rustling into the night
Whipping tree branches
Tapping, scraping outside the window
Tears of rain run down… making leaves fall earthward
Leaving a blanket of wet leaves and twigs on the ground
“So the Wolf came to the third house that was made of bricks.”
“Little Pig, little Pig, let me come in.”
I’ll h-u-f-f and I’ll p-u-f-f and blow your house down”
He h-u-f-f-e-d and p-u-f-f-e-d and he h-u-f-f-e-d and p-u-f-f-e-d, but he could not blow the house of bricks down”
As the drama fades and a perfect sound of …
"The three little pigs lived happily ever after."
5/29/2016
THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS
Poetry Contest : Boogeyman
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Little Red Riding Hood, we'll call her "Red",
Was taking her granny some food
But the wolf had spotted her basket
And thought that he'd be shrewd
He said, "Hey little girl, where you goin?"
The wolf was thinking he's cool
But Red paid him no nevermind
And mumbled,"I'm just passing thru"
"What's in the basket, little girl?"
The wolf asked her with an awful grin
But Red replied, for the second time,
"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin"
Oh wait, that's a different story
That wolf is this one's brother
I think their daddys were different
But I'm sure, they have the same mother
Anyway, the wolf took him a shortcut
And to granny's house, he went
But, poor granny didn't recognize him
For he spoke with a Brittish accent
She let him in and he gobbled her up
And his stomach began to churn
You shouldn't eat things that's out of date
But that wolf will never learn
Now, Red has finally made it
And the wolf says, "Won't you come in?"
He greets her in granny's bed clothes
While sporting an evil grin
Red says "Granny, what big eyes you have"
And the wolf begins to cry
For that was a touchy subject
And I dare not ask him why
"Granny, what a big nose you have"
As she waits for the wolf's reply
Once again, that's too sensitive
And he gives her the evil eye
Now she'd done it, the wolf was mad
And was planning this little girl's death
When he opened his mouth, a burp came out
And her granny was still on his breath
Red began to run and scream
Looking for a place to hide
The wolf began to chase her
As her granny struggled inside
The wolf tripped over a footstool
As granny came tumbling out
Then Red suddenly remembered
That she was a Brownie Scout
Red was now the hero
And knew what she had to do
The wolf began to cower in fear
For he was sure his terror was thru
But Red showed that old wolf mercy
And granny forgave his transgression
That wolf seen Red in a whole new light
For, she'd certainly made an impression
Instead of trying to eat them now
That wolf just started lickin'
As soon as Red wipe the slobbers away
They shared her basket of chicken
The chicken they ate was delicious
Colonel Sanders would have been proud
His breath smelled of chicken, not granny
And they all started laughing out loud
The pigs want a piece of this action
No way are they going to oink this alone
They don't know how but they're going to make it happen
The only draw back is the lack of thumbs
How in the world did those cows hold the hammers?
Where did the sheep get all their ideas?!
After all it's the goats with the brains!
Them and all of their kids
They don't need that big of a rocket
Room enough for a bucket of slop and a couple pigs with a grin
Asked how many were in the mood for adventure
Not by the hair of their chinny chin chins
Some of the little piggies were off at the market
Some little piggies would rather stay home
To eat all the newly purchased roast beef
Which left the other piggies with none
But most of the piggies would rather just wee wee at home
I guess when it comes to the pigs
And adventurous spirits they seem to have none
They find enjoyment on earth in the back yard
Laying around wallering in mud
This is last of the farm animals I care to try and send to space at this time....
As always thank you for your patience and understanding....
The management.
Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Spacklefudge grinny
Sloppin’ down my chinny
In it to winny!
Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Butternut cream
Smeary goo team
Gurgly dream
Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Spittin’ out sass
Unburdened by class
Dirty hall pass
Chocolate Sass-Mouth
Twisted face covered
Misty-place lover
Never recovered
More chocky please
I cannot see what is
directly in front of me.
I can no longer conceal
the hairs on my
chinny chin, chin.
My breasts still look fine,
but I can no longer
pretend those size ten
jeans are mine.
My hair is silver,
with a lovely shine,
but, grey hairs on
my eyebrows?? Oh,
No, they're not mine.
Sweating profusely
for no reason at all.
All of a sudden feeling hot,
without so much
as a dirty thought.
The upside is...
I'm at home in my skin.
I embrace my talents,
My shortcomings too.
I consider my success as,
my beautiful girls,
my work, my friends,
and you.
The fireplace is warmed with wood
the oven smells of all things good
and Mother's all begin to spin
making costumes, second skins
while flying ghost cry, misunderstood.
The howl of wind through withered wood
the stalwart stand of fir withstood
the comforters crocheted within
warm the grand children's spindly shins
as Grandma reads Red Riding Hood
Pine cones snap, as fired they should
and scent the sitting room for good
The table's set supper will begin
the Wolf rubs his chinny-chin-chin
and all is well in Autumn's wood.
Life at its beginning is white for all
Cleanly and perfect- singular in design
Warm fed and comfortable
But life through the ages tarnishes the white
Sometimes as sudden as a bucket of black paint
Drenched and permeated and you soak for days
You try to get white and clean but
There remains the tail-tell signs of grays and blues
Creviced in the minds and hearts of all who were in your studio
Friends acquaintances family and strangers
Know and see the tartered canvas of white
More often than not a white with blotch
So who can make me white again
“Not be the hairs of my chinny chin-chin”
What can make me white again
“Nothing but the blood of Jesus”
There once was a nanny,* lived in New Guinea
She's spot her billy, O would she whinny
She'd kick up her feet
And then she would bleat
She'd curl the hair on his chin-chin-chinny
*A nanny is a female goat
On this day, a wee time ago_ after rough sails, you floated ashore. From life-giving waters, a brand-new soul_ for my eyes alone_ like unto one never-before. Bless my heart! Just look at that face_ round and chubby, beautifully graced in lace. Two sparkling eyes_ so full of surprise; Ten fluffy fingers, ten teeny toes. One binky-bitty button nose.
There is no other joy for me; not in this whole world, then my precious perfectly newborn_ baby girl! My very own someone to love and to care; to forever sail the seas within the life we share.
Welcome aboard my life-long friend! As I look upon her now as I remember her then. I still love every fuzzy hair on her chinny-chin-chin. Hawk-eyes cower o’er her year to year, be stills my heart upon ‘er smiles ear-to-ear. So much joy the day steady steps started walking, quickly turned exhausting ‘er munchkin mouth never stopped talking,
Wishful wondering perky eyes at learning to crawl_ sheer grit of the will-to-stand endures the pains of each fall. Loads of body aches whenever she was hurt or sad. Flash the shock of ‘er face the first time she got mean mad.
It seemed it took forever but you grew up fast. Tears come to eyes regretful of the time now past. Yet now you are all grown up and out on your own in the world. Just always remember you will forever be my precious perfectly newborn_ baby girl!
***09292020***
As always when in the initial throes
of writing what I strive to concoct viz
pièce de ré·sis·tance,
which grandiose whim fizz
hills with utter futility, nonetheless this
nondescript husband under
scores comment, while pulling his
grizzled hair of chinny chin chin,
and emphasizing that mine
literary effort ain't no whiz,
whether expressing an insatiable hunger
for factual national world events,
weird news i.e. geico liz
heard eats dog,
(who swallowed homework) quiz
sic hull varying from opinion/editorial,
geopolitical related or showbiz,
but breathe deep, while setting loose
quiet riot of ideas,
which profuse accursed
process usually incorporates an overwhelming
growing exponentially cerebral burst
whereat impossible task
looms large, asper how to
zero on most agreeable needling
threadbare notion to come first
amidst the plethora of rampant analogous
to horde of infants
clamoring tubby nursed
bajillion ideas touting joyfulness
(re: l'chaim), or...mine
envisioned sorrowfully immersed
demise as select small group
of family and friends accompany
glassy transparent hearst
(which...shh... keep on the Q.T.
as figuratively utter by pursed
lips), of course no corps
(habeas corpus cited for no reason),
but liver worst
poisoning wrought unexpected demise,
AND cremation (in a free nation)
means body double
coffin before your eyes
doppelganger paid in blood
money and french fries
(duet to a solo salt craving) no lies,
hence an none nee moose penniless chap dies
in short shrift within schema of mortal guise
ashes scattered all points on the compass
one bitcoin player in the blockchain of life wise
lee subsumed within world
wide web, this fate hain't no surprize!
It’s vast and its infinite, it never ends
It goes on forever, no corners no bends
Planets are specks in the void that is space
Stars are the glitter that keep them in place
I passed all the tests of wit, strength and skill
They asked me to lead, I told them I will
For ten years we’ve thrust through the void aforementioned
We shall not return, we shall never be pensioned
A planet who’s star that no telescope glimpsed
The home to which all of humanity limps
I captain my family, they serve as crew
A format I know is familiar to you
I won this position through moral stability
My physical strength and mental agility
This journey we make through laborious black
Entrusted to those who refuse to look back
My children may live to see our destination
Their mission to create a new human nation
Though ten years have gone, since we fled that last war
I doubt I can stand thirty-seven years more
My wife shares the helm with my kids buckled in
I dribble a bit down my chinny chin chin
I’m losing my mind, and it’s a sure bet
It’s down to my kids yelling...
‘Are we there yet?’
14 January 2021
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Contest: Musings on Space