Best Ditty Poems
Gonna wake up
At the brink of dawn
Take a shower
Throw my blue jeans on
The little red rooster
Is my alarm
Cock-a-doodle doodling
On my farm
Gonna water
All of my crops
Especially
My barley and hops
Gonna spread out
All the bales of hay
Where the goats and the horses
And the cattle stay
In the pasture
Down by the creek
Where we went
When we wanted to sneak
A little moonshine
I stole it from my dad
The best damn moonshine
That I ever had
I'm gonna go
And see a little rodeo
Then I'm going dancing
To do the do-si-doe
Then I'll stop by
Over near the school
To jump in the river
In our swimming pool
Gonna get my little lady
A cold bottle of wine
And get myself a bottle
Of my dad's moonshine
No longer will l sin
Treat my temple like a bin
Shoving all and sundry in
So l will bear and grin
Take it on the chin
To be happy in my skin
Be healthy within
No more biscuits from the tin
Against the bulge l will win
Today l will begin
To do and feel better!
When kittens get religion
We could call it Catechism.
Hum ditty hum
Fathom my fumbling thumbs
My fat fingers were fiddling
A tune that was middling
Never a merrier man than me
A good wife
Would put the seat
Back up
Move over Rover
I did it again
If ever there were a winner here
It would be Me, Myself, and I
The one you have so chosen
To hold beside you under nighttime sky
While owls hoot a lullaby
And my heart cries out a little ditty
Goodbye says my heart
To the fear, the
Loneliness,
The unrest, so unsettled in my soul
In limerick form is this ditty,
A rhyme not sublime, but it’s witty.
I’m a Word Warrior who
Kicks a rhyme like Kung-fu.
Don’t HAI-ku me. It won’t be pretty!
(For Rhyme Battle Round 5)
and now for the N/A Contest
I once met an psychic Gypsy
Who warned me not to get tipsy
I always got drunk
But who would have thunk
I'd end up in Mrs. Shipsea*
*Mississippi?
Gonna wake up
At the brink of dawn
Take a shower
Throw my blue jeans on
The little red rooster
Is my alarm
****-a-doodle doodling
On my farm
Gonna water
All of my crops
Especially
My barley and hops
Gonna spread out
All the bales of hay
Where the goats and the horses
And the cattle stay
In the pasture
Down by the creek
Where we went
When we wanted to sneak
A little moonshine
I stole it from my dad
The best damn moonshine
That I ever had
I'm gonna go
And see a little rodeo
Then I'm going dancing
To do the do-si-doe
Then I'll stop by
Over near the school
To jump in the river
In our swimming pool
Gonna get my little lady
A cold bottle of wine
And get myself a bottle
Of my dad's moonshine
We'll be a parkin'
Up at Lover's Lane
Snugglin' and kissin'
And feelin' no pain
August 16, 2018
Add a Stanza to My Poem Contest
By charles messina
Added last stanza
You are my Snow White,
And I am your Prince Charming,
I’ve known it deep in my heart,
That no dragon nor serpent,
Nor witch’s potion,
Would ever dare to keep us apart.
fee- foo she wanna groove
give her space
so she can move
caught the beat cause the beat is funky
drop down
like ah funky monkey
study bouis
to pass yo' test
caught the groove when the
beat is fresh
dance a little
shang ah ling
come on baby
won't you do yo' thang
skop woop dee- dah dough
nappy headed afro
stringy hair
kinky too
gelled back
and plaited-up crew
getting it in
cause ya know you next
gone girl and cash that check
grind yo' thing
and get change foo twenty
swip swoop dat beat is
funky
Oh, this lovely warming trend,
mild temperatures wind does send,
flowers bud and birds awaken,
snows are past, to be forsaken,
sweaters are shed, and mittens too,
sky is now a beautiful blue,
but most of all, I think you’ll guess,
I like that now---people wear less.
Mama rolls
daddy rocks
grandpa's hip
to the Watusi
grandma loves
spring rolls.
There was a girl called Polly Esther,
the fastest girl from downtown Leicester.
Pre-packaged food was her sole fare,
For healthy meals she had no care.
In the tum for food there's room.
There plastic wrappings end in doom
A knight in shining armour
Happened to meet an old flame
So its waffles for breakfast
And that is a crying shame!