Best Funnywinter Poems
NO WINTER THIS YEAR! NO NONE AT ALL!
no winter this year, no! none at all!
the ducks dilly dally, honeybees in the fall!
my dry cleaners said "no need for your coat!
I'll get to it when, I dock my sailboat!"
anthills getting bigger, their soldiers don't hurry!
I checked the forecast, no chance of a flurry!
the blueberry tea, I've been served alfresco,
stays quite piping hot! thank you Ernesto!
my finest snow angel, about to appear,
must take a raincheck! with Santa's Reindeer!
the heavens above, must surely have reasons,
postponing ice fishing, and blurring the seasons!
I'll wait two more weeks, before I declare!
"remove thin-ice signs! steep drop-off beware!"
(Internal rhyme)
One week of peace, I’ll watch the geese,
Maybe fly southeast, or maybe southwest,
It will be their quest, I’ll be their guest,
As geese fly east, I will watch in peace,
And sit on my fleece, as geese fly east.
Inherit my wings, give flying a fling,
And see if it brings, winter or spring,
Summer again, or a winter benign,
Nature will win, doing it all again,
Season’s cycle, by Angel Michael,
Life’s natural recycle.
Fall weather’s best, within to get rest,
Visit Oktoberfest, a very trying test,
Disturbing my rest, being no more a guest,
Pokka dancing storm, advances age alarm,
Finished with that, just play with cat,
Until he spits, then I’ll quit,
Then I’ll get!.. a chair…
and just sit!
For: A Week To Do As I Please
In Honor of Carol Brown and contest!
The skirmish at Bunker Hill almost became a British scandal,
Since the Yanks gave the Brits almost more than they could handle!
General Howe expected the Yanks to toss their muskets and flee,
But the Yankee rabble fought to keep the colonists free!
Things looked mighty bleak during the winter at Valley Forge,
Where the ragtag troops regrouped to nettle old King George!
Starving and freezing, stalwart men suffered the winter through,
To show the Brits that they had bit off more than they could chew!
Lord Cornwallis' troops wore uniforms of bright, flaming red,
Making east targets for the Yanks, leaving many of them dead.
The bobtail mob wore tattered home-spun clothes of gray,
That blended in with tree and bush much to the Brit's dismay!
The canny Yanks hid behind tree, rock and craggy rise,
And were told, "Don't shoot 'til you see the whites of their eyes!"
The Brits marched in tight file to the beat of a rolling drum,
All to flaunt their strength and bravado, which was kinda dumb!
Brits had never fought such a war before and hollered "foul!"
Lord Cornwallis finally conceded defeat and tossed in the towel.
Thankfully, the colonists' dream of independence came true.
Just shows what Yankee common-sense and ingenuity can do!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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This is a tale
Of one of those times
When, on a dare,
Or perhaps on a whim
I took a chance
And put a haiku out there:
frozen forecast repeats "snow"
brace for five inches
winter storms
The very next post
Was a haiku on counting,
You know, the old 5-7-5;
I knew this was written for me.
But rather than pouting
Or denying the shame
I haikued myself
And gave winter the blame:
snow can blind my mind
causing confusion to freeze
my haiku counting
The moral of this little tale?
To every good effort
There is a critic;
To every good critic
There is a cause;
To every good poet
There is a rhythm;
You just have to know
When to pause.
(or count...)