Best Frisky Poems
Welcome Frisky to your new home
Where happiness you’ll bring.
You’ll tug and catch and jump and roam,
And children’s hearts will sing.
Where happiness you’ll bring,
You’ll tug a rope and catch some bees,
And children’s hearts will sing.
You’ll catch the cat who likes to tease.
You’ll tug a rope and catch some bees,
And maybe when you’re still a pup,
You’ll catch the cat who likes to tease,
But then we’ll all grow up.
And maybe when you’re still a pup,
Laughing kids will chase you down the street,
But then we will all grow up
And forget to let you eat.
Laughing kids will chase you down the street.
Then they’ll desert you in your yard
And forget to let you eat.
Howling alone at night in pain is hard.
Then they’ll desert you in your yard.
To the great beyond you’ll now ascend.
Howling alone at night in pain is hard.
You were our best friend to the end.
To the great beyond you’ll now ascend.
You’ll tug and catch and jump and roam.
You were our best friend to the end.
Welcome Frisky to your new home.
Dishy Fishy Frisky
There is a man name Bob Dishy
Who always went plenty fishy
Could not keep in tune
In the month of June
Stay far for he gets quite frisky.
Written: July 30, 2015
Theresa Marie W-C
At night when humans are tucked away,
This is the time kittens will play.
They get on the chair,
and fly through midair
Kittens don't need light
to see well at night.
And so they will play
until the break of day.
When the sun is deep,
you'll find them asleep.
Dreaming of mice
and everything nice.
After baking all day, Mrs. Claus then felt bold.
She perfumed her nude body, hoping for nookie.
Santa cried, "Put some clothes on, Dear. You'll catch a cold.
The house smells like heaven. Please hand me a cookie."
Dec. 26, 2021
for Tania Kitchin's A Funny Christmas Themed 4 Liner Poetry Contest
There once was a wrestler named Pam
Who went to the bar and met Sam
They sat drinking whiskey
When Sam got too frisky
It ended with a body slam!
*Image of Conhece-te a ti mesmo (Know thyself) by Pinterest.
Frisky as Two-Year-Olds
HIM: Anything unputdownable?
HER: Yes, and you?
HIM: Lucky, we're here, we'll continue indoors ... and leave the book!
HER: Don't forget the kids, I'll carry Puddy-Tat upstairs ...
HIM: I'll persuade Pup-Tart outside.
HER: Meet you at the rendezvous!
2022 July 25
*3rd Place*
Short verse inspired by pictures
~~Lisa YY: Judged 2022 August 09
*PS Grammar; 40 words exact
My protests were ignored!
He lept and then ran,
shooting out the door
at about a quarter to four.
Now, he is running free.
I know he feels good.
Frisky and full of glee
is how he likes to be.
I looked outside
when the clock said five.
There lay three critters
and none were alive.
These were gifts to me,
given that I may feed.
He was quite proud
to serve my need.
I called out his name,
played the waiting game,
standing in airy silence
because he never came.
With hands on hips,
I checked again at six.
There lay a mouse
doing tortured flips.
I had enough of this!
His behavior must be nixed.
His hunting must be stopped
before another life is popped.
I walked the streets
shaking his treats,
calling his name
and smiled when he came.
The hunting, fierce beast
now lay small at my feet
in the middle of the street,
Purring for his treats.
My anger was released
as I rubbed a soft crease.
He rolled over with ease
to show he was pleased.
Now, a little before seven,
I began some quick stepping,
heading for our home haven
to shelter my killing felon.
Snuggling him in my arms
so no other life was harmed,
I cooed in babyish tones
while walking my tiger home.
Andrew Jackson drank a lot of whiskey
With the Injuns, he was a bit frisky
He shot up a few
Sliced others in two
Today he might find that a tad risky
the little women
fernandina hats,short,curt
meeting at the lodge
Two frisky kits
Enjoying each other
About the same size
Being watched by their mother
I used a telescopic lens
For I did not want to get carried away
By a super protective mother
Who might have chased me far that day
The kids had no idea
They are being photographed
I secretly named them
Minnesota and McRaft
Formidable floundering frisky fish followed furiously,
Flogging fourteen flustered freshman froggies
Furious followers filed fine-tuning finesse
Frostily furthering fruitless froggy fortitude.
Blissfully sneaked into zeros,
the mind was playing zero sum games,
permutations and combinations whirled in maze,
calculating gain was tough,
scared stiff of the loss,
mind began seeing loss,
where it was to gain,
it was so over worked,
that it did not feel that it worked,
working had becme a habit,
as if it was a carefree frisking rabbit,
rabbit collapsed of exhaustion,
and loss was immense,
zero sum game was lost,
for some time,
when it got back on track,
now the brain looked back,
saw the futility,
and overall loss,
whenever it went untoward fast,
it preferred to close shop,
and hit the sack.
From him you can snatch a fable:
Just place whisky on his table;
He could stories quicken their pace,
In the hearer’s hearts create space
Wherever he stops Audience wait,
As only he reopens Gate …
They say that it flows in the blood
His room story lovers would flood …
But I hold His Gift from whisky;
For some whisky, he went frisky.
"A boy and his dog make a glorious pair; no better friendship is found anywhere." – Edgar Guest
It was the happiest day for this boy
when our new puppy, Frisky, came.
She was a dynamite bundle of joy,
setting my brother's and my lives aflame.
My childhood was never the same.
Can you guess what an old rope is for?
My dog Frisky knows the answer to that.
It's for playing good 'ol tug of war.
She was so good; she took me to the mat.
You can't play that game with a cat.
For fun she would escape from our yard,
and the kids in the neighborhood found,
though we all ran fast and tried hard,
it wasn't easy to catch that hound,
as cheers from us kids did resound.
We grew older with other things to do,
and Frisky became like that dragon Puff,
she missed the attention she was due,
and didn't get to play around quite enough,
but she was smart and did other stuff.
My dad, as a hobby, kept honeybees,
so Frisky learned to hunt those guys,
and that's how she'd shoot the breeze.
Her slapping paws gave quite a surprise
to pollinators of diminutive size.
The neighbor cat always walked on the wall,
teasing our dog who wanted to catch her.
Frisky would repeatedly jump up and fall.
That cat laughed and would amusedly purr.
Our beagle never got that mouthful of fur.
Sometimes, outside, she grew lonely at night,
and she howled into the void.
It just didn't seem like it was right
when the neighbors became annoyed,
and a locked doghouse my dad employed.
Though, a few times, I forgot to feed her,
Frisky was always a faithful friend.
At ten, my best buddy died of cancer,
the only one on which I could depend.
Yet, I think she was happier to go in the end.
I lay awake
My desire is too intense for me to take
I imagine the feeling of being in your arms
Your skin pressed against mine
I wonder if you know I think you're fine
I can see it happening
Your hands running all over me
The feeling of flying and being at home
Who would have known
Every word I say is to get you next to me
You make it hard for me to breathe and I like it
It's not possible to resist
The feeling of my lips being kissed
So press me against the wall
Smash yourself upon me
Make me feel more bad than I ever could be
Cause I want you to be inside
You're the one I'll rest beside