Best Hooper Poems

Write a limerick of your own about a Muppet. 
If you post it in a comment or in soup mail to me, 
and I find it appropriate, I'll add it on. ;-)


Sesame Street's Count von Count is dressed in black
He spends his time counting bats...

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I lay awake in that dark hour and was reflecting on my life
From all the travelling I had done to the breakup with my wife
I was an architectural painter and was very successful too
And after leaving Oxford University that's what I'd wanted to do. 

But...

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Fires burning, burning bright.
Not for warmth or even light.                        
Burning flesh seared to the bone. 
Was this the sense of martyrdom?

Mary Tudor...

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Carefree Teddy Bears
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“I’m familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this problem until it swims up and bites you on the a$$.”

—Jaws (Hooper)


idyllic setting.
   deep blue and Betty—
flotsam of the sea.
        submarine cruising—
its teeth for...

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The casting crew look at you and their minds go in the gutter 
If you knew their thoughts, it would make you shudder 
Ernie feels left out without his rubber ducky 
Big Bird believes he can lay eggs, he tells himself maybe tonight I will...

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When he died, no one told me.
Why would they, I had not seen him in years?
Yet that day, he kept walking in and out
of my mind’s eye.
I wondered why?

“The world ends at 5 O’clock”.
His voice rang in my ears.
Two tortured Nostradamus parables
fluttered-by like migrating Hooper...

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When he died, no one told me,
why would they, I had not seen him in years?
Yet that day, he kept walking in and out
of my mind’s eye.
I wondered why?

“The world ends at 5 O’clock.,"
his voice rang in my ears.
Two tortured Nostradamus parables
fluttered-by like migrating Hooper...

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Pink flamingos prance with Hooper cranes
high above a vaulted mall ceiling,
a China-blue sky paints fluff upon stucco clouds.

I hold your hand playing hide and seek,
intimate inmates in our open cage,
we are concealed inside a crowd of glitter tramps.

There are rampant plaster angels,
there are neon rainbow...

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Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper

Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled itself handedly, 
magnificently, and splendidly
envision unicellular olympic competition,

yours truly swimmingly...

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