Best Gobbledygook Poems

“gobbledygook”


the waters of vegetarianism need not be murky
even living on a commune in Albuquerque
but of some folks i’ve misgivings
of their Thanksgiving giving’s
so ask what the feck is tofurky...

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In spite of my outrageous good looks
And the stealing of girls hearts, whatta crook
Other qualities I have
Like expelling lots of gas
But that's just a bunch of goggledygook


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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On the peak of Mount Gobbledygook a man of wisdom sat,
Wondering if this would be the day that someone might stop to chat.

For in his long life he had acquired a mountain of useful knowledge,
Earning several degrees while he was away at Valley Guru College.

He...

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this own lee bro' thar of yars 
   dashed analogously graced
on par how a marathon runner raced
to Macbook Pro laptop computer post haste 

soon as he goat back 
   to his domicile nestled and encased
in the bucolic, democratic, 
  ...

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I, A. Robbie - Ham guilty for gobbledygook...
and ruffling turkey feathers!

An innocent A1 miss steak kin kith
once, a former main lion resident 
living social where Tigress and Euphrates 
converge and pool into Lake Wobegone  
necessitate extensible claws
to CAPTCHA unsuspecting top notch praise 
omnipresent among...

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Heretofore stuffing said scandalous fête
worst day of year turkeys do hate
though vegan lifestyle
sweeping culinary tables of late
though me and the missus
still omnivorous foods sate

palates sprinkled (of course
while mouths full with borscht,
and eyes wide shut)
with garbled tête-à-tête
yum pumpkin pie for dessert,
I can hardly wait!

I credit our...

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I ham guilty for  gobbledygook...
and ruffling turkey feathers!

An innocent miss steak kin...
once former main lion,
resident iz cow herd vegetarian boar

ring beastie boy, who doth
newt practice, what he preaches your
truly battens down chicken
coop hatches so... call me galore
re: us hypocritic,
this honest to dog omnivore –...

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I ham quill tee for gobbledygook...
and ruffling tail feathers!

An innocent miss steak kin...
once former main lion den cha hoard servant,
resident iz cow herd vegetarian boar
hoof faux whatever reason iz explore

ring bing foo fighting beastie boy, who doth
newt practice, what he preaches your
truly battens down chicken
coop...

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written few years ago
preceding breakup of first born offspring   
and her Puerto Rican born beau,
when existence of averred progeny did flow
smooth and minimally disrupted
she exhibited countenance with radiant glow.
 
recalling family feast of yore
before
COVID-19 wreaked havoc and tore
fabric of civilization
global impact great as...

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juiced spare moments, 
and tubby direct, ernest and frank
lemme communicate without resorting 
to caginess, 

but NON GMO, gluten free roaming thoughts to thank
ye (Amelie Beth), and Rich McGeehan 
for welcoming a small group 
of family and friends 
to your Woodbury, New Jersey abode, 
 ...

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Gurgling grunts 
Help the pretty flowers grow 
Babbling bluntly my mystical muse 
Is easily confused 
Pretty smells I do inhale 
Dream faeries up my nose 
To my brain attach a hose 
To drain my poems 
To and trow them
Into a field of rainbows 
They go...

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Such swings the Muses' wail
to him that laxly trail
and her too, prone to frail
when we are out of jail
with truly turgid tongues
singing sourly sweet songs.

A sense and some music
comedy and tragic
of a form in a flow 
dangling on minds as snow
on a smooth sloping roof
it's...

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Thanksgiving gobbledygook

The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
life as a scrupulous anchorite,
whose weather beaten corporeal flesh
plus sabotaged, riddled,
and tuckered psyche effaced
after becoming adequately stuffed,
this turkey (in the straw)

then flapped his trussed wings
(at the speed of sound)
if...

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Swallowing songs 
Help the hungry bluebirds sing 
Gulping gasps of air 
With nothing there but Spring 
Time faeries with magic wands 
Go backwards to bury treasure 
Into the grey matter of my brain 
Where poems are locked up like gold 
Only later to be discovered...

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Where I live.... 

When I reach the halfpace  
I decide which way to go.  
Is it up or is it down 
should I even know? 

If you say to go up 
and offer me some tea 
then jentacular tastes great 
no matter which...

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