Best Jiggery Pokery Poems
ALIEN
Someone came to my room last night
An alien, I am sure, in frisson of delight
He crumbled on my dilly springbok breasts
And kissed my **** between love and rests
He was good at love, so how could I fight?
He was from a planetoid, a quicksilver lake
He stopped by my humble hut and saw me awake
He never thought of amber swan up for a take
He smiled like an early bird and put out the light
He was good at love, so how could I fight?
He had a wispy whisper to tell his tale
Which began in a Blanagram and ended in a whale
“My little Mary sunshine my hands go downhill
You are an earthling a cure for alien spill
You are a maritime dream of red sea squill”
I burst at the seams, a jiggery-pokery prank, a twist
Our love went on hand in hand and hand over fist
I sang a willow’s song “How a maid can milk a bull!”
I had no hammer, a chisel, a drake or a drool
But he was good at love, How could I resist?
Next day I bled and I was fresh as tart
I slept with an alien and took other's part
After all he was right, he lost his star chart.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
27th October, 2014
Jiggery pokery
maestro Charlie Chaplin
on screen comic icon
amusing stamp.
Unreal acts turned art
verisimilitude
waggish movie journey
from ’Kid’ to ‘Tramp’.
January 15, 2021
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Whatever We is We are
Whatever We is We are . . . and have no doubt of this ever.
Whatever We is We are is something that should never be
denied. Why? Why Not?
Whatever We is We are speaks with a devout degree of both a
singularity and plurality in our human world with its simplicity,
complexity, and contradictions in both truth and honesty that
shape and define each of us, by fate and destiny, in the course
of our lives.
Whatever We is We are suggests to each of us to tell who we
really are without all of the metaphoric hype and subterfuge,
and the common notions of jiggery-pokery that, at times, does
pervade and corrupt human nature even in the best of us, no
matter how grand and great our intentions and actions may be.
Whatever We is We are . . . and have no doubt of this ever.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 24, 2018 (Didactic)
Jovial Joyful Jolly jubilant J.
Jabbery, jitterbugging joyful jay
Jeepers, J, jibing and jiving, jollifying,
French Jay, Joie de vivre, joy of living
Jupiter’s Juturna could not have been here without you,
Twenty pages of J words in World Book dictionary,
I am amazed at how many of your words express some form of joy.
Jubilee, jestor, jokester, jackassey, jublilate.
Jeepers, J, you are so awesome!
Jingoism and jiggery pokery should have been re-named.
They do not fit your joyful jewel-laden jambalaya.
Jovial joyful Jolly Jubilant Jay, I am in awe.
Jiggery-pokery
Taylor Alison Swift
jilted country roots and
embraced pop sound.
Spilled her ink at midnight
indefatigably.
Teenage breakup anthems
made her profound.
Hippity- Hoppity
Taylor Alison Swift
worked two times harder to
make her thought art.
"A million-dollar song"
enthusiastically
drove her to go beyond
and topped the chart.
December 30, 2020
He’s a jiggery-pokery, gibber jabberwocky.
Full of horse feathery, silliness and malarkey.
His mumbo jumbo and haggle dickery is weird and absurd.
If we hire him for emcee, we will be the laughing stocks.
I am sold I said.
Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..
Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..
Deafening din of our chagrin...
Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..
Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...
Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses..
Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...
Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..
Placards versus lanyards..
Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..
Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?
No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..
Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..
Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..
Yet the more we holler...hanker..
Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..
Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...
Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...
Reeking of what could & should have been..
jazzy jezebel Jerry jabbered generously
in a jury-loving jerk-water town.
Her jimdandy jiggery-pokery jingling
in a jokingly jolly way, at her joyless jobsite,
jiggling jealous jobbers into a juicy jeopardy.
Jerry, a jim-dandy jezebel in a jerkwater town,
Jiggled her jangles, joking her jubilant ways up and down.
Juicily Junoesque and jocular, Jerry jawed with the best.
Such jiggery-pokery was soon put to this jerky town’s test.
Jailbirds jammed the sidewalks to see Jerry walk by.
Her jabberwocky jabbering gave them a reason to sigh.
A jaunty jokester with joyous absolute joviality,
Jerry was accepted as the jubilant jezebel of this locality.
wanky wit is not moist motive;
hoisted hankering damp feelings
dark denotations foils fleshened
salient smothers, sil'ette slackened
wielded wit ain't fame - fostered fleas
la-de-da lurch humming pored pleas
meagre magnanimity strained
vying voluptuous veils, torn traits
wedged wit ain't manipulation:
pruning pored chances, gaunt punctures
sassy stances trailing tactic track
jiggery-pokery plumes packs
wisdom ain't taking advantage
it's a game of patience and rage.
'20:06:11:11:35
Note: of wet wisdom.
Let’s pester Uncle Fester
After dafter Luxon
Pushed the button
Welcomed every glutton
To the isles of mutton
Theme of the meme
Team New Zealand
It does seem
No longer a
Stronger eclectic sceptic
Spanked by the rank
Septic tank stream
Peptic Pyramid scheme
Grand slam.. glam sham scam
Desperate Dan or Tangerine tan plan
God damn..American dream
Our rancour on social media
Danker seedier leaders crimes
Hanker for every greedier
Rhymes with banker
Sleazier golden geezer visas
Accept any offers to
Fill their many coffers
Brokery.. jiggery pokery
Immunity without impunity
To the unity of community
Profanity of their vanity
Insanity of their depravity
Clarity...disparity not charity
Tramples ample wokery
Our amazing landscape
Instead becomes their escape
Coined..after all they’ve purloined
Jolly jape…no red tape
Not being rash
But it is a rash
Debunk the gunk & funk
Forsaking the avarice
Taking the pis*
Bliss abyss monk
Crass..brash..flash git
S***k a chunk of cash
From their balderdash stash
Making..a complete hash of it
Fake elite on the take
As they see fit
Billionaire boys ploys annoys
Replete yet still cheat
Have your cake and eat it
Our government just envoys
For a small fee..sweet
Deploys the swanky..w**ky
Yankee all about me
Time to flee plea
They lit the fire
Liar & denier
Dug the quagmire
Piety for impropriety
Moolah Messiah ruler
High flyer pariah
Crueler society
Who when the s**t
Does hit the fan
No fibs..his nibs gets
First dibs on cribs
Outlier masterplan zen..know
Then where to go
Can always hunker down
In a spick & span den
Their Queenstown bunker
Amen
Having counted wooly sheep
was woken from a deep delta sleep
in the middle of the night
thought I'd heard a pig snort
but no that can't be right
tho' kicked out of bed
and landing on my head
knew where I stood
for delegated to the floor
then relegated to the room next door
when in no uncertain terms she said,
'You're sawing wood, you snore!'
Not as such a silk purse,
but a sow's ear would be worse.
Not so much a pig in a poke
(jiggery-pokery),
more a poke at a pig in a joke
(piggery-jokery).
All in all,
Sy-hokery!
t'is poem ain't about
jolting jiggery-pokery, moaning mayhem, pored pouts
shrewd shenanigans, fractured fossils
masticated mood or callous confetti
t'is poem ain't about
punctured politics, la-de-da louts
taunted touts, bruised blitzkrieg
wanky warriors, or perforated police
t'is poem ain't about
burnished braces, damp doubts
whooshing wind, nocturnal nature
gaunt gloom groomed, or lanky leisure
t'is poem is about that thing
wanky wits tosses and drips.
'20:05:23:11:42
Note: of airy acumen.
Fear does appear might be the last tier of Ben’s career
Not after Ashes nadir but dafter going out for a beer
Pundits in press pulpits confess we should be severe
Rafter of Puritans cheer stress ECB do make it clear
Fans feast on our beast from the North East a panacea
Won't forget the reset no more regret Bazball engineer
Our brigadier bringing up the rear all singing pioneer
Our white knight up for the fight bright light chandelier
Tarnished but varnished players’ peer friend puppeteer
Plucking for our swashbuckling and rucking buccaneer
Scaling new heights orienteer & trend bucking cavalier
Our bombastic and iconoclastic fantastic bombardier
Not chipper our ripper skipper do hold dear will be a tear
Done like a kipper for being a sipper now team can’t steer
For argy bargy with rugger bugger nipper who did sneer
Wokery no is jiggery pokery by a seedier media profiteer
We're getting a clue there maybe a coup is all very qu*er
Fans ire spiking as us all forever liking that Viking veneer
Baz and Key let Ben be for it is his team to commandeer
A Prince didn’t always convince still wince at Shoaib Bashir
Out too late mate no Cinderella slipper so fall on your spear
Not for the Ashes clashes nadir but lashes for a mere beer
Souvenir in cellar is this the end of great fella’s stellar career?
Jay’s jargon is jammed with jerky jammer
jiggery-pokery and jocundity. Jiggling joyous
joviality and jubilance, justifying Jay’s jollity.