Best Dabba Poems
As the rooster crows:
A look in the pool mirrored a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant male ego at its best!
A man’s crowning glory
Pulled, cut, brushed, curled, straightened, shaved
Lathered, gelled, creamed and pasted
Soaked in fragrant Makassar oil
Invigorator, conditioning both groom and style.
Macho, gentle, sweet, daring tastes
Side-partings, medium, undercut and long
Sporting pony-tails, short back and sides
Elvis and James Dean quiffs curled kiss-me-quicks,
Punk, Mohawk, flamboyant fringes
Highlights and lowlights, sprays and blow-dries!
All part and parcel of male vanity and crowning glory.
Heckles from the henhouse:
As some men grow older they shed hair.
Each day they seek strands that were once there,
But skin patches widen --
Just check out Joe Biden.
Prepare to shut eyes in the bright glare.
A comb-over seems like a good plan,
But ladies don’t flock to a con man.
With 10 hairs remaining,
A “crown” they are feigning.
What happens when strands face a wind fan?
No reason for men to grow manic;
Mustaches and beards can work magic,
Diverting attention
Without the pretension
That balding is simply too tragic.
The “rug” method’s just too expensive,
Espec’ly when loss is extensive.
Like Telly Savalas,
The outcome’s not callous --
Few women find baldness offensive!
*Many thanks to Paul Callus for inviting me to join in this co-write.
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey dotes and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
Who could ask for anything more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba dabba”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life is a big cartoon”
Wilma cried, “We are going too slow!”
But poor Flintstone could no faster go.
Not because of a flat.
No, for nothing like that.
It was just Fred had stubbed his big toe!
Written Nov. 14, 2014
For the Limerick Clean and Clever Contest of Roy Jerden
Yabba Dabba DOO!!!! And Boo Hoo Hoo!!!
As the rooster crows:
A look in the pool mirrored a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant male ego at its best!
A man’s crowning glory
Pulled, cut, brushed, curled, straightened, shaved
Lathered, gelled, creamed and pasted
Soaked in fragrant macassar oil
Invigorator, conditioning both groom and style.
Macho, gentle, sweet, daring tastes
Side-partings, medium, undercut and long
Sporting pony-tails, short back and sides
Elvis and James Dean quiffs curled kiss-me-quicks,
Punk, mohawk, flambouyant fringes
Highlights and lowlights, sprays and blow-dries!
All part and parcel of male vanity and crowning glory.
Heckles from the hen house:
As some men grow older they shed hair.
Each day they seek strands that were once there,
But skin patches widen --
Just check out Joe Biden.
Prepare to shut eyes in the bright glare.
A comb-over seems like a good plan,
But ladies don’t flock to a con man.
With 10 hairs remaining,
A “crown” they are feigning.
What happens when strands face a wind fan?
No reason for men to grow manic;
Moustaches and beards can work magic,
Diverting attention
Without the pretension
That balding is simply too tragic.
The “rug” method’s just too expensive,
Espec’ly when loss is extensive.
Like Telly Savalas,
The outcome’s not callous --
Few women find baldness offensive!
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With special thanks to Carolyn Devonshire
with whom this fun write was written.
My Christmas Box by Rob Barratt
We’ll have an X-Men, X-files, X-Box, no socks, X-Factor, Max Factor, Max Bygraves, no war
graves of a Christmas
I want empathy, an MP3, a hemp-free, hump-free, grump-free, Humperdink, have-a drink
of a Christmas
An Oh Come All Ye Faithful, Oh strictly come dancing, come-on come-on, curmudgeonly
comfy chair of a Christmas
A Doctor Do-Little, Doctor Who, PS2, Snoop Dog, poop scoop, Scooby Doo, *doo-bi-doo-bi-
doo, bi-doo-bi-doo-bi, …doo-bi-doo-bi-doo, bi-doo-bi-doo-bi …. of a Christmas
*(sing this bit to “Strangers in the Night” by Frank Sinatra)
A God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, eat, drink and be very, very, very merry, Neneh Cherry,
cherubim, seraphim, Cherry B, Babycham, Babyshambles, Baby Jesus of a Christmas
An Electric Ladyland, electronic toy, Toy Story, Tolstoy, toyboy, ladyboy, ladyshave,
Ladybird, Ladysmith Black Mambazo of a Christmas
We’ll have a Kung Fu Panda pandemic, planned pandemonium, potted plants, Pirates of
Penzance, pants of a Christmas
A no God, I-pod, I want, I got, what a lot, why not, chestnut-hot, gut rot of a Christmas
We’ll have a Band Aid, slow fade, old Slade, teasmaid, Lucozade, “Look at my presents!” of a
Christmas
I want a no-Mugabe, Punjabi, kohlrabi, Westminster Abbey, get flabby, kimosabe, Abu
Dhabi, yabba-dabba-doo, fandabidozi, Beaky, Mick and Tich ……of a Christmas
I don’t believe angels exist
‘Cos I’m a bit of an atheist
But I hope you all have………….
An archangel Gabriel, Hark the Herald Angels Sing, wing-ding, wild thing, Angel Delight, no
fights, fairy lights, angel cake, William Blake, Angel Clare, love everywhere, angels above,
peace and love, peace and love, peace and love….. of a Christmas
Merry Christmas!
I take my pen, write words to paint,
With boldness, color lines.
My views reveal,
Some thoughts I feel,
With boldness, color lines.
When there’s a need, strong words define,
Strike hard, bear truth at will.
Hit the mighty
Powers that be,
Strike hard, bear truth at will.
Courage stands with a heart of steel,
Expressed in poetry.
It will not faint,
defy restraint,
Expressed in poetry.
To point out truth is writing free,
Though we may not be saints.
Threats can’t confine
What we incline,
Though we may not be saints.
All rights reserved—Cynthia Buhain-Baello—05.16.15
The Roundabout poem is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the lines have 4 feet, 3 feet, 2 feet, 2 feet and 3 feet respectively. The rhyme scheme is abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba. Roundabouts can be on any subject.
Jabba the Hutt has a spur up his butt
that makes him as mean as a wasp
If you stop for a look, at that glutton of glop,
his looks will not help him a lot!
His rotten demeaner, gave Vadar the radar,
to hide out in deep outer-space
Hutt's face and his figure could fracture a mirror
...and the glass of a whole universe!
There are millions of creatures, with much better features,
that Jabba can never embrace!
Jabba is gruesome, a big gooey nuisance!
He looks like a big wad of gum!
He grossed out Chewbacca.......
who likes his tobacco,.....(this may be a slip of a tongue)....,
But... a wad of his chew, missed the spittoon,
and hit Jabba, in his hut, with a zoom !
To view this unsightly, gruesome character:
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For P.D.'s Star Wars Contest:
By Carrie Richards 8/27/13
Star Wars Rules !
“Chickery Chick Cha-la Cha-la”
Was a happy little ditty
From days gone by, my how time flies
Those words were warm and witty
“Lamsey dotes and dosey doats”
Brings back those days of yore
When life was fun in the morning sun
And you couldn't ask for more
“Skimmery rinky dinky dink”
Is another masterpiece
Jimmy Durante sang the words
To this clever little treat
“Abba dabba dabba dabba”
A chimp was heard to say
I still remember Debbie singing
In a most delightful way
So when you're down and things ain't right
Just whistle these happy tunes
You'll soon perk up you'll smile and say
“Life is a big cartoon”
©Jack Ellison 2012
These times at hand are volatile,
We need faith and courage!
When Evil reigns,
Let Truth remain-
We need faith and courage!
When Danger enters Freedom's stage,
let men not live in vain!
We take our stand,
fight hand in hand,
let men not live in vain!
Our countries are not for their gain,
they can't control our land.
our freedom steal
with deceit's skill,
they can't control our land.
They come and then they make demands,
whose guile dictates at will.
We can't be caged
by Terror's rage
whose guile dictates at will.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.20 16
The Roundabout poem is a four stanza poem, with each stanza consisting of 5 lines. The poem is written in iambic and the lines have 4 feet, 3 feet, 2 feet, 2 feet and 3 feet respectively. The rhyme scheme is abccb/bcddc/cdaad/dabba. Roundabouts can be on any subject.
Small shards of Flint stone, picked from the quarry’s rubble
Blacksmith-bent bit of iron, wrapped around my fisted knuckles
Strike strike strike spark!
Charred cloth poised to catch, glowing grows with gentle breath
Introduced to fine fibered tinder, Suddenly aflame, yabba dabba doo!
20161024
A window of opportunity, arose on planet earth,
Reality is revealed, human intelligence gives birth,
Our mind opens possibilities, but questions coincide,
Trying to find answers, demise we might just avoid.
We search on a grand scale, yet also the minute,
Build machines to crunch numbers, do you compute,
Our weapons are terrifying, emulating the sun,
Split atoms by fission, then in fusion become one.
Most powerful race, known universe has ever seen,
Cannot be stopped replicating our own dreams,
Fairytales and fantasy, are no longer out of reach,
Genius; the ability to move mountains, not a niche.
Ok stop throwing bouquets, this all comes at a cost,
My poem’s allegory, it’s about truth more than loss,
I always try bring balance, but afraid not this time,
We have redeeming qualities, some actually sublime.
Our technology’s incredible, everything being said,
In the near future, we’ll be cloning off our dead,
I mean can’t you see, sky was never set as a limit,
Cosmos; is our playground, not the overhead zenith.
Show me one country, devoid of all corruption,
Our human nature, causes hell and destruction,
Without these innate traits, where would we be,
I’ll give it to you straight, still swinging from trees.
We are what we are, there’s simply no other way,
Call me controversial, for this picture I portray,
The device your looking at, that thing with a chip,
Don’t be so naive, it was harvested by the whip.
Sitting on our sofas, musing rainbows and clouds,
Whilst this pretty world, is built behind a shroud,
Not here condemning you, condoning to be exact,
You earned the privilege, I’m simply stating facts.
So like it or not, existentially we’re all complicit,
Don’t care who you are, or what emotions I elicit,
Unless in a cave, living off lichen and insects,
Yabba Dabba Do! Mr Flintstone, pay my respects.
By
David Kavanagh.
The snowman stood where snowmen stand,
Where pure white snow now hides the land.
Children’s hands conceived his birth,
From winter’s blanket on the earth.
The children played till day was done,
With their new snowman, they had fun.
But when night fell they all went home,
And left poor snowman on his own.
The snowman thought, ‘Oh what the hell’,
I’d better use the snowman spell,
So I can sing and dance and talk,
And leave this place to take a walk.
So “Abba Dabba Dabba Doo!”,
He came to life like me or you.
He danced for joy and sung a song,
Then ran about the whole night long.
At dawn he found he’d lost his way.
But snowman law said he should stay,
Where he’d been built when morning came,
Or things could never be the same.
There was, alas, naught he could do,
Quite lost and cold and wet right through.
He knew the punishment he feared,
And right on queue his boss appeared.
The snowman god from artic realms,
Passed judgment on all misused spells.
Justice was harsh and swift as well,
The dreaded ‘mankind maker’ spell.
So our poor snowman’s now like us,
He’ll have to learn to swear and cuss.
To live a lifetime on this earth,
Not happy, joyful, snowman mirth.
So take a tip from those who know,
When standing lonely in the snow.
When lost and cold and wet right through.
Don’t wish for things you should not do.
For if your god appears on earth,
To judge your actions from your birth.
There’s nowhere else for you to go,
To keep you warm…except below!
Ivor G Davies
If today were the day to end all days,
What would you be doing?
Grasping
Clinging
Charging
Crying
Obsessing
Moaning
Groaning
Complaining
Criticizing
Judging
Organizing
Proselytizing
Compromising
Realizing
Sizing
Laughing
Cheering
Eating
Drinking
Singing
Smiling
Praying
Creating
Goodbye-ing
Loving.
"Yabba dabba doo. That's all folks."
Fred Flintstone couldn’t wait to leave work and get home
To be greeted by Wilma and served a brontosaurus bone
Fred was content as he laughed and yelled * “Yabba dabba do"
The prehistoric caveman’s popularity became iconic and grew
*Fred Flintstone's infamous and iconic saying from the Flintstone's cartoon.
Bill and Ben the flower pot men
The Clangers and a soup dragon
Bungle and Jeffery and a Rainbow in the sky
Crackerjack, Banana splits go wild
Dick Dastardly and Muttley
Mr Magoo is that you
The Flintstones yabba dabba do
just some of my childhood tv friends