Best Ding Poems
We buried our dog, Ding
With her favorite things,
Like our couch, plus our bed
And pillows for our head.
Our carpet she muddled
With dirt and pee puddles,
The window she stared through
To bark at who knows who.
The hedge she sniffed and chewed,
All of our leather shoes,
My truck’s passenger seat,
But not the children’s feet.
Two of our best chickens
She chased like the dickens,
Seven of my wife’s hats,
But not much more than that.
We paid a contractor
Who with a large tractor,
Dug a humongous hole
For our dear doggy’s soul.
And it did our heart good
Though we now sleep on wood;
Without a comforter,
Since we did comfort her.
Ding dong church bells......
When the sun rises in the morning
then the church bells begin to toll in the tower
These church bells are the voice of God
They make people to assemble to sing the Divine praises
Ding dong bell, Ding dong bell
Its a divine sound of a church bell in the village
Calling people to come for prayers
and telling people to have faith in God
Ding dong bell and the sound carries all the way
These church bells sound remind us the love of God
and make us to believe that we belong to Him
Bring our God above to have mercy in our soul
and let the spirit to make strong in our heart
Ding dong bell, Ding dong bell
Its a sound of a church bell in the village
Calling people to come for prayers
and telling people to have faith in God
Ding dong bell and the sound carries all the way
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
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I was going to write a sonnet...
But the words I speld were rawng
So instead I wrote a haiku
But my syllables were too long
So I decided to write a lyric...
And sing myself a song
But I forgot the words while singing it
So I ended it...dingdong
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8-14-2019
Ho. Ho. Ho. Here we go,
blow off the calendar
for show.
Racy red, glazy green
and bright white
blaze into sight.
Hell's bells, boredom tells.
Yuletide pride takes a ride,
while leaves on trees
as yet yearn to turn
and Turkey Lurkey is still
wheezing in the freezer.
Save your sales
for a later date;
in return, you may earn
more green
than you've ever seen.
Cha Ching!
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.
Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.
Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.
Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong
I stood up to put my mask on
Grabbed the bowl of mixed candy
Took one more sip of Brandy
The smallest one was dressed as Tron
Campanologist
forgets to let go the rope
His face rings a bell
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
everybody knows when the wind don’t blow
but if you go to the picture show
and you’re sittin’ up in the very first row
he don’t know and she don’t know
but everybody knows
when the wind don’t blow
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
whatcha gonna do when they come for you
‘cause nobody knows if you don’t show
but everybody knows
when the wind don’t blow
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
A ONE MORE TIME
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
everybody sing the ding dang song
a ding dang diggy diggy ding dang do
diggy diggy diggy diggy
ding dang do
The world is full of ding-a-lings, are you sure you're not one
A self assessment will tell you, do you sometimes come undone
Do you get that uncontrollable urge
A feeling to strip naked emerge
If you think you're a prime candidate, better see a shrink on the run
© Jack Ellison 2015
“Ding dong, Avon calling!”, are these ladies around anymore
Way back when in another era, they came knocking at your door
Guess I'm dating myself
But I'm still in good health
Maybe I'll be around when they banish killings and wars
Ya think?
© Jack Ellison 2015
Five foot nothing,
Round as a rubber ball and just as bouncy
Known to all and sundry as Nanny “Ding Dong” Bell
Thought the Ding Dong hilarious, recognized a term of affection.
Midwife, child minder, mother confessor
Stalwart in church, cleaner on weekdays, organ player on Sundays
Lender of single shillings when meters ran out
Rescuer of stray dogs, cats, and hungry children
Excellent cook and loving grandmother
A friend to all with no distinctions.
When she died a light was extinguished in our village.
September 29th 2011
Met this gal from Ding Dong, Texas
Had warts all over her bum
I know because she showed me them
I got up and started to run
Her six foot twelve hulk of a brother
Said, "Boy! Best ya sits y'self down!"
I knew I should listen to brother Luke
The meanest damn dude in town!
So Anitabath, his ding-a-ling sister
Cozied up and quietly whispered
"How's if we have some fun in the hay?"
I quivered at having to kiss her!
I said okay as this ding-a-ling stripped
I cringed at her wart covered bum
Saw a chance and tried to scurry away
But Luke was on guard with a gun!
"Just where d'ya think yer goin', sonny?"
As he blocked my escape with his brawn
Just then I spotted a tiny opening
Took off like a skitterish young fawn!
I heard the ominous crack of his rifle
Felt around but could feel no pain
Got into my pick-up and took off like a shot
Never gone near Ding Dong again!
There's definitely a moral in this sad little tale
Don't hang out in a bar in Ding Dong
Less you're ready for some Texas hospitality
Say, "So long, sayonara, I'm gone"!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Rama-Lamba-Ding-Dong
Its official, officials in Sudan are peeved
The audacity smugglers have got up their sleeve
It’s even been said that they’re losing sleep
Even as they spend their time counting sheep
Sheep are a valued commodity there
Ewes even more, so their numbers are rare
So the smugglers all want to get ewes past their guard
And the tricks they are using are making it hard
To tell ewes from rams, they now have begun
To sew parts on the ewes to make them look hung
Authorities never had noticed before
Till a ram “female-squatted” just outside their door
Upon further inspection the guards had to see
The ram parts were sewed on, the ram was a she
The guards are now looking at sheep differently
To see how they walk, to see how they pee
And when they suspect that a ram is a ewe
They turn the sheep over for a real close up view
And just where are they getting the parts they sew on
Are there rams waking up finding parts are now gone
And if parts are gone, what are they to do
They can’t service the herd; they’re too tough for lamb stew
Maybe they’re good for their wool just the same
A little less rowdy, a little more tame
A little bit shy when it comes to the ewes
Without male parts they just don’t have the clues
When ewes are – well ready – out in the glens
These poor altered fellows just want to be friends
THIS IS A PARODY
Ding Dong Bell.
Nations not feeing well?
Get shots of endless boosters!
You will crow and be a sick rooster.
Calling for death of those who don’t!
Their choice stolen, by Mandate, the
Power Goat!!
12/5/2022
*Not for a contest*
With all the crap that's been recently going on
Just gather around, let's sing freedom's song
Let's not come unhinged
By this lunatic fringe
They're just the very latest of the world's ding dongs
© Jack Ellison 2015