Best Jiggled Poems
She jiggled like pink jello into the store
with platinum blonde hair and red rouge on her face
the shoe clerk mumbled it must be 1950's day
watching her strut around with a hanky made out of lace
She said hi hon you know why I'm here
he replied let me guess, you wear a size eight
she said well if the shoe fits I might as well wear it
and maybe later if you get lucky you can be my date
So she scouted around and found a pair
and sat down with tight dress flair
he thought to himself I think I'm in love with Mae West
looking her up and down and at her chest
He gently took her foot and slid her old high heel off
his hand sliding up and starting to cruise
she batted her eyelashes and said oh keep it coming, she toyed
saying, why don't you come up and see me later big boy
With that he winked and slid the new heels on
watching her walk around like Mae West
she said you know I know you like me big boy
but my eyes are up here and not on my chest
With that he gave her a long wolf whistle
and said you know I just can't resist
now stop acting your shoe size sexy
pulling her towards him giving her a passionate kiss
She whispered hon is that your gun
or are you just happy to see me
he said guess what my little chickadee
tonight you can be my Bacall and I'll be your Bogie
With that she left the store with customers galore
staring, whispering and looking aghast
he said out loud, come on... get a life...
I know we're a little kooky, but she happens to be my wife!
2-7-18
Categories:
jiggled, funny love, silly,
Form:
Light Verse
I looked out of the window what did I see
A beautiful rainbow shining there for me
Remembering the story mam read last night
Will have to go outside, sure it will be alright
If I borrow the brolly with red spots on show
My sister is asleep, she will never know.
I crept out of the door hoping it didn’t creak,
toddled to the garden bench, where I play hide and seek.
Scrambled upon the seat was no easy feat,
with my short legs and tiny feet.
Umbrella over my head I jiggled with glee
to see the rainbow in front of me.
Mam read that Mr Grumpy would send the rain
I hope he cheers up so sun shines again.
Am wondering, if I called his name, he just might
Let Mr Sunshine put things right
Can’t believe my eyes, so surprised to see
all the care bears waving to me.
The little umbrella didn’t keep me so dry,
I am soaking wet but I won’t cry.
At bedtime now, will listen with glee,
next time mam reads to me.
Mam’s stories are really true
Hope you enjoyed this one too
Penned 23 September 2017
Contest: Eve Roper. Red Polka Dot Umbrella.
Categories:
jiggled, rainbow,
Form:
Couplet
Revisiting our ancestral farmhouse
I feel this certain tinge of aloneness,
Which smudges the lively remembrances
About a big clan huddled together
Under narra trees, each Sunday…a frolic kindled
By Grandpa’s recycled stories about literature,
His passion for Cole Porter’s music,
And the grace of old jazzy temperament…
Oh, we would feast on homemade shrimp balls ,
Roasted calf, an array of fragrant tarts
While infants and elders jiggled
Under the chain-link glow of skyscape,
Where my childhood, teen-hood heart
Pulsed, was even fed with many a summers’ delight.
Then…in a dash, this rustic view quelled us—
It was a terror we called a slap of reality
An impertinent fire flattening our homestead,
Just like that, like that: How bitter this pastoral thieving
A madness of doom I need not wish to recall--
Except for a torn violin retrieved among cinders
Leaning now around my grownup arms:
I kneel beneath moonshine, singing myself to sleep.
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Remembering What You Want to Forget Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues 10/7/2018
Categories:
jiggled, longing, remember,
Form:
Free verse
An awful aardvark ate anchovies against all advice.
Besides belching beyond belief, he bit bitter banana boats.
Charlie Chimp cackled curiously, convinced
Delicious delectable desserts did damage.
Enormous energy engaged enthusiastic excitement
Frenzied friendly felines, forever forgiving
Greasy giraffes giving grievous gripes
Horsey happiness hiding hurt amongst hilarity.
Ignoring idiocy involved ignorantly,
Jumping jack-a-lopes jiggled
Kangaroo kindness keeping
Leisurely lions laughing
Merriment mesmerized monkey marines
Never notorious, nevertheless, nefarious
Octopus ostracized owls, ostentatiously,
Preventing Porcupines putting prickles precariously in patrons.
Quietly and quickly
Resuscitating rescued rabbits
Savagely sustaining simple seriousness
Totally terrorized
Underneath unique
Verbose velocity
Which worried
‘xtra ‘xtraneous
Zipping, zaggy, zebras.
Categories:
jiggled, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
ABC
Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
Jovial Dr Jekyll played for juvenile Justice
a just jaspered journey
jokingly jumped a joyride
to juicy jukebox jabbering
in jackal jackboots
from nearby jungle
Dr Jekyll clasped a jackknife eating
jambalaya to justify a
juggled juxtapositional
jurisdiction jamming
as jugular vein jingled jewels
joyfully jauntily jaywalking
to a jay named Jim Jolly !
Onward he jumped to a
Jungian junction
Jupiter jocund watching his
journeying joints
journalese seemed a jibe jig
but neither Jewess, Jesuit
or jeweller jiggled this job
So he jerked his jess
like a jape for Japan
Jejuning onto January for the
next jangle of jasmine
No jellyfish was Dr Jekyll in Jordanian jerkin
though sometimes Mr Hyde
with jeroboam swirling alongside !
Categories:
jiggled, 12th grade, extended metaphor,
Form:
Alliteration
Steve McGarrett ate a carrot,
With a parrot as a pet,
When he stopped to catch a ferret,
At a local launderette.
Well, he had to grin and bear it,
When the ferret, as a foe,
Had the gall to greet McGarrett,
With a ferret body blow.
"What's the matter, Steve McGarrett,
Said the ferret, as he fell,
If you scatter with a hair net,
And a dab of V-0 gell."
Steve McGarrett knew the ferret,
Had a parrot-hungry face,
So he tried to chase and wear it,
For the parrot to embrace.
"Don't you know, Steve McGarrett,
That a ferret is a fink,
When you try to kill and wear it,
And the creature starts to stink?"
At the moment, Steve McGarrett,
Was distracted by the row,
Then a bunny rabbit's carrot,
Made a funny kind of blow.
Well, McGarrett knew the carrot,
Was a dare-it kind of throw,
So he gave the silly Parrott,
As a present for Dan-O.
And he left to catch the rabbit,
In a carrot patch that grew,
For the rabbit-killing habit,
Of a Five-O killing crew.
But the pace, by Steve McGarrett,
Was a sorry sight to see,
And he jiggled with a carrot,
In the course of history.
When McGarrett made a fumble,
On the path to victory,
Then he took a major tumble,
Down the hollow of a tree.
To be continued . . .
Categories:
jiggled, magic,
Form:
Rhyme
Gam-ma and baby were spending the day.
Looking for ways to laugh and to play!
Baby said Gam-ma I want to dance!
Twirl me PLEEEASE, will you give it a chance?
Gam-ma said, “baby, it has been too long:
Since I have danced, let’s just sing a song”!
Oh twirl me Gam-ma, twirl me PLEEEASE!
Oh twirl me Gam-ma, just like the breeze!
You can sing a song as we twirl around.
Oh pretty PLEEEASE Gam-ma, we won’t fall down!
So around and around, Gam-ma and baby twirled together.
Till the room was spinning, and they were as light as a feather!
Gam-ma stopped so that she and baby could rest.
But baby said “twirl again, oh PLEEEASE” she pressed!
We need to rest Gam-ma desperately said.
We need to rest, as she held tightly her head!
PLEEEASE, PLEEEASE, sweet baby cried.
Again and again, sweet baby sighed!
So around and around, Gam-ma and baby twirled together.
Till the room was spinning, and they were light as a feather!
While singing a song they both wiggled and jiggled.
Twirling around, Gam-ma and baby laughed and giggled!
Written for my sweet Karaline 3-30-14
Stacey Brown
Categories:
jiggled, childhood, dance, grandchild, grandmother,
Form:
Rhyme
A Joke on Ellie!
There once was a boatman named “Ellie”
Laughter jiggled his belly like jelly.
He was a fun loving bloke.
That loved to play jokes.
Guess who played one on him; it was Kelly!
The joke that she played was great fun.
After his shave and a hair comb was done,
She carefully groomed his big feet.
His snoring soon meant he did sleep.
Toenails UN-grimed, painted bright red…deed done!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 22, 2010
Poetic form: Limerick x2
Written in memory of my Grandfather. Kelly is fictitious (smiles) but the story is not.
Categories:
jiggled, family, funny
Form:
Limerick
She went to the beach on a whim
She jumped in the water to swim
Her belly,... it wiggled !
Her bottom,... it jiggled !
The jellyfish thought she was kin !!
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Limerick Contest Sponsored by Jan Allison
4/25/15
Categories:
jiggled, funny,
Form:
Limerick
A school teacher named Miss Shaw
Though well-endowed wore no bra.
Things slipped and jiggled
Bounced and wiggled
Pupils are still awed by what they saw.
Categories:
jiggled, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom,
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously.
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging the other!
Minding his own beeswax, without any rigmarole,
topsy-turvy on his feet, he reached for the balustrade,
became quite flabbergasted, and very discombobulated
when the doohickey provided for his ambidextrous aid
jiggled free from its screws, and found him footloose!
It seemed the doo-dad, put there by some nitpicking pipsqueak,
some flat-footed, hooligan, who knew diddly-squat, who obviously,
recklessly, constructed a railing, only worthy for failing!
Such foolhardy shenanigans! Was it some practical joke
to lambaste aged codgers, eliminate lodgers, and boondoggle the old folks?
Cass, was an old rabble-rouser, considered a blabbermouth,
was thrown off his epicenter, while his cane went a'sailing, appendages flailing
Onlookers, were outraged, ....in stage of amazement
but laughs grew contagious, and cock-eyed hilarious!
Those carpetbagger carbuncles of society….can’t stop this old fogy
Cass, brushed off his hinny, would not be blind-sighted..
Barbaric bedevilment, won’t halt his felicity!
Some even predicted, with his acid tongue lashings, and his eccentric behavior,
he would stir up entanglement, kibosh the haranguers
and strangle the caboodles, who hooted and hollered!
His face turned beet red, but no meltdown,......instead
He held his chin high
to the dining room, ahead....he ordered French bread
Ordered some bouillabaisse, toasted with balderdash and a shot of rye
He dined with the multitudes, ordered some strudel, and one snicker-doodle
Then he told folks a riddle, "There was a man with a cane, who slipped on a noodle, a handrail came loose, he injured his caboose….and cooked his goose!"
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Categories:
jiggled, funny, people, old, old,
Form:
Narrative
Jean Claude was staring at me Hmmm
from the balcony. Oggling all he could
peeking at the girls; posing with aplomb.
He raised an eyebrow. I thought, should
I raised the anti, laughed, jiggled some
and got a rise, I well understood
Jean Claude was staring at me Hmmm.
Categories:
jiggled, men, woman,
Form:
Verse
Life is a mere dream
A fleeting shadow that fades
with time; awaken!
Seniors Style
'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
And all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry:
The punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath
The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candles' magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Ten puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).
A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social-security checks had arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds,
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
Soon you'll be with us; we wish you the best.
(Anon.)
Categories:
jiggled, life,
Form:
Haiku
Our newest favourite restaurant is called Wimpy's
A character needing hamburgers to fill his rotund belly
From the Popeye cartoon
A loveable buffoon
His big belly jiggled like a bowl full of jelly
Categories:
jiggled, nostalgia,
Form:
Limerick
My uncle was blessed with a belly
And like Santa, it jiggled like jelly
When he yelled, it so shook
That it echoed and took ...
All day to know just what the hell he ... hell he ... hell he ... wanted!
Categories:
jiggled, funny, light, word play,
Form:
Limerick