Best Goodie Poems


Premium Member The Ballad of Goodie-Two-Shoes

My mother went to heaven on the day that I was born
My father raised me up before my mother he would join
He said, “Son, to get to heaven you must live a good, clean life
So you can go to meet your mother and see me with my wife.”

So, I tried to be good and I followed the golden rule
I did what I should and I was obedient all through school
I shared what I could and I read my bible every day
I tried to avoid evil thoughts and never a hurtful thing I’d say

The kids picked on me and “goodie-two-shoes” became my name
But, because I had a mission my actions always were the same
The road to meet my mother was a path to be kept clear
So bullies had their way with me – no retaliation need they fear

After my father passed away I met a beautiful young girl
She was everything to me; she was the rock in my empty world
We got married in the Summer; she was carrying my child in the Spring
I was looking forward to being a father to this miracle she would bring

I was working at a charity when they broke into my house
My wife tried to hide from them, being quiet as a mouse
They said, “Oh look, its goodie-two-shoes’ home, lets burn it to the ground”
When she yelled at them to stop this act, my wife was finally found

I won’t say what they did to her – the details I will spare
When she said, “My husband will soon be back”, they said, “What do we care”
“Goodie-two-shoes shares everything, of course he’d share his wife
Besides, that man’s a coward; we can do just what we like.”

When I came home and saw her, my mother spoke into my ear,
“Don’t worry about heaven, son, I’ve always been right here.”
I took my wife to the hospital, where they said she’d be okay
Then I went to find those bastards and wipe my life of good away

When they saw me approaching they laughed right into my face
With the first swing of the baseball bat I fell from heavens’ grace
Two men were unconscious before the third knew what to do
The bullet that he shot at me, my shoulder it passed right through

Justifiable homicide – on probation for ten years
My wife and son at my side, there is happiness in my tears
My mother and father visit me every night in my bedtime dreams
I didn’t need to take that path to heaven – or so, at least, it seems
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Grandma Goodie, Goodie

Have you met, good old Grandma Goodie, Goodie,
With her gingerbread house of sweets emporium,
Tasty treats unwholesome to eat, but oh in pleasures
Indulgence, she corners the market, the bitter,
To the sweet, with her delicious confectionery delights.
Skip, skip along the forest path of the unknown
Trail, it’s the only way to find this elderly ladies,
Fabled cottage of gumdrops and Lully pops.
Crumbling bread crumbs did you leave behind, a mark to
Follow but the black birds did eat them, piece by tender piece.
So lost you became in the wilderness wild, that you feared never
To escape, from this evergreen forest of nightmares.
Oh brother's grim, did the futures outcome look bleak until you,
Spotted, good old grandma's goodie, goodies emporium sign.
Come in all little children, and dine.
As giant candy canes lined the walk ways
Entrance of honeycomb’s of flavor to savor.
It taw’s late the hour for which you arrived,
But this elderly dame entered with a heart felt
Welcomes deepest desire, come along child
Of man, whatever you most wish will appear by
Your sweet tooth’s command.
She’s just a sweet elderly gran after all,
What harm could there be in excepting her
Hospitality, beware, says the phrase do not
Take candy from strangers comes to mind!
Nibble, nibble on her gingerbread window sill,
And fast asleep shall thee fall, under a witches
Ungodly spell, incantations evil enchantress,
Hidden beneath a grannies disguise of lavender
And white lace.
But illusions fade with the light of day,
And darkness must shed their masks of deception,
Before striking at their intended prey.
Yet modern technology, rings the apps sounding
Bell, awakening me from this childhood story gone
Cannibal!
As I take a deep signs breathe of relief,
My clock radio goes off, and on it is a
Commercial break, advertising a candy shops
Grand opening, just then a chill runs right
Through me freezing my blood to the bone,
Come along the announcer speaks, to Grandma
Goodies emporium of delicious treats,
And I promise you won’t be disappointed
My dear friends and listeners.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
© Cherl Dunn  Create an image from this poem.

An Oldie But a Goodie-Herman's Hermits

An Oldie But A Goodie

Lyrics to "Into Something Good" by Herman's Hermits

Woke up this morning feelin' fine
There's something special on my mind
Last night I met a new girl in the neighborhood, whoa yeah
Something tells me I'm into something good
(Something tells me I'm into something)

She's the kind of girl who's not too shy
And I can tell I'm her kind of guy
She danced close to me like I hoped she would
(She danced with me like I hoped she would)
Something tells me I'm into something good
(Something tells me I'm into something)

We only danced for a minute or two
But then she stuck close to me the whole night through
Can I be fallin' in love?
She's everything I've been dreamin' of
(She's everything I've been dreamin' of)

I walked her home and she held my hand
I knew it couldn't be just a one-night stand
So I asked to see her next week and she told me I could
I asked to see her and she told me I could
Something tells me I'm into something good
(Something tells me I'm into something)
(Something tells me I'm into something, ahhh)

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My Lyrics to "The One I've Seen In My Dreams"


Fell asleep last night with her in my heart,
I knew instantly we couldn’t be apart,
I fell in love with an angel at the city drive in, whoa yeah…
Love at first sight is so what it seems,
She’s the one I’ve seen in my dreams
(She’s the one I’ve seen in my dreams)

There used to be a time I was lonely,
Now I hope she’s my one 'en only,
She fell in love with me at the city drive in, whoa yeah…
I have a lock on my heart, she has the keys, 
She’s the one I’ve seen in my dreams
(She’s the one I’ve seen in my dreams)

A pretty red rose and a kiss on her cheek,
My hands trembled as my knees went weak,
We fell in love at the city drive in, whoa yeah…
Love at first sight is so what it seems,
She’s the one I’ve seen in my dreams
(She’s the one I’ve seen in my dreams)
(She’s the one I’ve seen in my dreams ahhh)


Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 16, 2016


An Oldie But a Goodie Rap From An 80's Reject

Fought with the law
                                                                                     Yelled at the fuzz
                                                                                     All firecrackers to meet
                                                                                     Children of the street:

                                                                                " YO too OL for a Dapper Rapper"
    
                                                                                     Every Ho
                                                                                     Mama Bro
                                                                                     Damned but u know
                                                                                     Hell the place
                                                                                     that sinners all go
                                                                                     Evil here
                                                                                     -itches there
                                                                                      Dare to rap
                                                                                     But me don't care
                                                                                     who would shake
                                                                                     hand that quake
                                                                                     Fossil grip
                                                                                    no longer make
                                                                                    one last sing
                                                                                   almost done
                                                                                   fish on bait
                                                                                   the Hipsters won!
© Bart Jonas  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member This Movie Is An Oldie, But a Goodie

Please, I just ask you to keep your position.
In just a few more minutes, we will have intermission.
After Scarlett pulls the carrot from the ground,
“I’ll never be hungry again” will be her voiced sound.
After the pull-away shot, there will be a five minute break.
Please don’t leave me now, for goodness sake.
This is a movie all film critics consider fine.
It won ten Academy Awards back in 1939.
Based on a book written by a lady from Atlanta,
it filled movie houses all across America.
I know four hours to sit is a long time.
However, it will be worth it for this movie so sublime.

Goodie Gum Drops

A small price for, 
A Goodie Gum Drop
It’s taste and flavor,
beyond compare
One drop and,
A smile would appear
A nickel a box oh,
Goodie Gum Drops
No care about cavities
For this tasty treat
We called

Goodie Gum Drops
© Bobby May  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member An Oldie, But Still a Goodie

Regarding the importance of punctuation
  Let us view a prime illustration

A woman without her man is nothing...Rewritten:
  A woman -- Without her, man is nothing. ~ if not smitten!

Premium Member Oldie But a Goodie

Father Christmas is old,
He was feeling tired and cold,
His wife said, "It's time to retire."
As they both sipped wine around their cosy fire.

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