Best Jiggly Poems
I want a big-small girl!
I want to reach out and touch someone,
but don't want just skin and bones.
I would like a fine, firm rump roast to call my own.
Not too jiggly or porous,
but big enough
for me to grab huge handfuls
with my little hands.
I want a big rump roast
to heat up with my burning desire.
Some nice chunky cheeks
to light my fire.
A large, strong woman
who will knead my body like dough.
Slap me around,
before sitting on me,
squishing me flat
like a big rolling pin.
After making love,
I want to feel bruised and bent,
crushed beneath a weight
that is heaven-sent.
I don't want just skin and bones,
I want a big rump roast to grab hold of,
want a big rump to hump
and call my very own.
Categories:
jiggly, passionme, me,
Form:
Free verse
A boob man I could be.
Yours do titillate me,
so jiggly and bouncy.
The two of them and me,
a love triangle we.
But your butt's what sends me
skyward. My ecstasy
comes when I get to see
that vertical cleft be
creased horizontally.
Those two mounds' little 'v'
that sits like a cherry
on a Sundae ought be
against some law. A 'Pee-
ping Tom' it entraps me.
Odd parts entice. Dimply
knees charm, and those curvy
flanks get me all squeezie.
But you bent overly;
Wow! That's pure poetry.
*2nd place in F Hererra's contest 'Erotica' 11/30/11.
Categories:
jiggly, girlfriend-boyfriend, me,
Form:
Monorhyme
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:
jiggly, life,
Form:
Haiku
I died some eggs for Easter to celebrate the season.
How was I to know what would happen when, I’d leave them.
Upon the counter top they sat, drying for awhile.
When I returned, they’d come to life;
giggly, jiggly, wiggly cartoons met my eyes.
They were having a conversation; talking all at once;
Sarcastic egg pointed me out as the one who’d boiled them!
Screaming ensued that brought the neighbors; now...silence.
Categories:
jiggly, appreciation, cute, easter, fun,
Form:
Free verse
My heart aches
I am fat
It's already too late!
The workout kills
The instructor is hunky
My stomach churns
I am overweight
It is not even funny
The weights are stuck to the floor
The stretch ribbons won't stretch anymore
My jiggly parts burns
Screw this, I'm out for the door!
Let's go out and have a food war
Categories:
jiggly, funny, health,
Form:
J-Jiggly
E-efficient
L-likeable
L-luscious
O- often eaten
Categories:
jiggly, food, fun,
Form:
Acrostic
He teases me 'bout my “rolls”
‘Bout the bits that jiggle
But then he’ll squeeze every bit
And bring about a giggle
And when he’s there in my bed
And I’m just typing away
He'll reach for a roll or two
A sweet pastime of his day
I wish I knew what he wants
Must I lose weight from my arms?
But then what’s left to play with?
I’ll lose my big woman charms….
So I just turn a deaf ear
When he jokes about my weight
Cause when the boy wants to play
“Rolly Polly” satiates!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
jiggly, how i feel, identity,
Form:
Quatrain
There was a girl, her name was Ann,
She was a crazy soccer fan.
To her all players were the same
Until one team would lose the game.
For losers Annie kept her cheers,
For them she cried her biggest tears.
There was a boy, his name was Sam,
He loved to dip his hands in jam.
He'd stick his fingers in a jar
All the way deep, all the way far.
By the time he licked them all
He didn’t feel like jam at all.
There was a boy, his name was Shawn,
All he did at school was yarn.
He'd give the class a funny look,
Then put his head right on his book,
And thinking very, very deep
Shawn would fall very fast asleep.
There was a boy, his name was Nick,
He knew the world’s most magic trick.
Let’s say you saw him in a store,
And then he’s standing at your door.
He looks the same and you look puzzled -
The trick is that is Nick's twin brother.
There was a boy, his name was Josh,
He loved to squish, he loved to squash.
He went outside right after storm
To squeeze a wriggly jiggly worm.
There was one thing he wouldn’t squish -
That is a jolly jellyfish.
There was a boy, his name was Taylor,
He dreamed to be a fearless sailor.
He dreamed to find a treasure island,
And bring his mom a lot of diamonds.
There was one problem to this dream -
The Taylor-Sailor couldn’t swim.
There was a boy, his name was Steve,
Nothing and no one he believed.
He thought that no one told the truth,
Including mom and TV news.
Not what he saw, not what he heard,
He didn’t trust his own word.
There was a girl, her name was Kate,
She always had been very late.
Late for her school, late for karate,
Even for her birthday party.
There was one thing she liked, she said -
She always made it late to bed.
There was a girl, her name was Mary,
She dreamt to be a magic fairy.
She wished for things that she could do,
She wished for wishes to come true,
She got a wand with sparkly flowers,
One thing was missing - MAGIC POWERS!!
April 19, 2021
Categories:
jiggly, children, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
With Ma Lil Nude Dill
one bilabial fricative smacking
tongue thrusting (lizard like)
indefatigable prelapsarian
Garden of Eden dwelling primate
doth pine with two lipped treating zest
for Eve fun juiced a tasty droplet, wrest
ting kitty meowing Mz er loo,
sans verboten fruit Yukon die vest
via jump starting
a hovering damn
electric kool aid acid test
Hair and there, a bare naked lady attired
in her birthday suit, the sexiest
plump bosom roseate
sear suckered nipples trickling milky nectar
when casting shadowed umbra at rest
thirsting, unleashing, vaunting,
et cetera viz prurient quest,
whereby this rambunctious
horny bull lever severely oppressed
condemned with life sentence
of penile solitude, nest
souled (sorely testing
agonizing Victorian modest
tee primly and properly
tortures carnal temptation lest
surrendering syllabus "C" ) even jest
a jot, cuz tis pure torture restraining
feral, hormonal, integral hankering
to stoke libido at Parochialism be hest
thus, aye feel unfairly deprived,
no hello kitty will be guest
unsure how helpful "getting off my chest"
works thee unnatural tethered
sexual suppression, perhaps best
left unmentioned, encumbered
with jiggly, flabby droopy breast
works, and unwanted love handles
state of reined swiftly tailored
harried stylishly groomed
FitBit bridled uncertainty I attest.
Categories:
jiggly, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
Colonel Flighty is a cad
Thinks himself a funny wag
Thinks he's mighty, ain't that sad
"Look at me! A strutting stag!"
Jiggly belly, jowls that sag
Throat all phlegmy, such a drag
Trousers smelly, makes you gag
Leaky colostomy bag.
Toss him quickly drown a crag
If he lives we'll be so mad
End his sickly feeble brag
Hear his fading shout, "Egad!"
Categories:
jiggly, body, character, corruption, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
Joyful,
Jarringly,
Jaunty
J,
Juggling
Juicy
Jiggly,
Jumping
Jars of
Jello,
Jabberwocky
J.
Justifiably
Jealous of
Jibes
Jokingly
Jested by
James,
Joe.
Jingly
Jangly
J
Categories:
jiggly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
The babysitter's little boy bit me.
She suggested he was "jealous."
Jell-Os sounded good.
It seemed he got to be
something that I wasn't,
"the embodiment of Jell-Os,"
colorful and fun,
and I was the inferior one to be picked on.
Or maybe the babysitter meant that
he thought I was Jell-Os,
and that's why he bit me.
Or perhaps she was making us a jiggly treat.
I awaited to be served a variety of Jell-Os.
Cherry, orange, grape, strawberry...
Mmm!
My stomach growled with eagerness...
No Jell-Os came.
My heart sank at the bitter feeling that
others may have gotten some
while I was without.
(Based on a true story.)
7-16-2021
Categories:
jiggly, childhood, emotions, food, irony,
Form:
Free verse
Zesty zippy zombie sat checking out the Yummy yuppie Yankee that was wiggly
wishy washy but wealthy as he could be. And even so vary vainly vaguely unfree.
Till one day, a Tuesday I believe, the tiny twiggy twenty year old named Tracy Tori
Tory was watching the toothy toughie trickster zombie sitting under the thistly
thorny thickly ugly tree, watching our Yankee. Now strangely she was a strongly
sturdy sweetie, and sweetly but swiftly suavely went to see the Yankee to let him
know of the scummy squirmy spooky zombie checking him out under the seedy
shaggy shabby little tree. Now to show his appreciation he was really ready to
rarely ask this queenly quirky quaintly lady to promptly go purely proudly puddle
popping on their way to a preppy peachy pearly pastry bar with oddly the only
oldie oozy pastries in the nutty nightly nearly neatly town of Nietzsche where
monthly a mystery mushy movie played. Since they were both loony lofty lefty
laddie and lady and lastly the lengthy lively lovely movie was about to play, he
keenly kindly knightly ask her in a jolly jiggly juicy way if she was iffy itchy
interested in this imaginatively happy haughty history movie. Well in her giggly
giddy goofy funny funky flirty easy earthy earthly duly dizzy ducky cutely cuddly crazy
bubbly briskly bravely aussie arty amply way, said …….. NO!
Categories:
jiggly, adventure, confusion, funny, happiness,
Form:
Alliteration
If she heard one more yeehaw or giddy up she would croak.
Being a greenhorn in Texas horse country is not a funny joke.
When she started on this adventure she could do a high kick.
She had the grace of a ballerina, and her arms were not thick.
They had called her a greenhorn and made fun of her shoes.
She had to borrow some boots, and now her calves were all bruised.
She had watched another newbie get dragged to the hoosegow.
All she had done is make fun of the beans, horrible chow!
The ten-cent man came over and yelled aces-high, new recruit.
She despised his good humor, and he was handsome to boot!
She felt all jiggly and giggly when she was around this handsome lad.
“Howdy!” she said. A little voice returned “That is my dad!”
The kid was cute, about eight, a little dickens, a dude.
He gave her a leering look, it almost looked lewd.
Where is your mom? She asked, all cocky and smart.
“I am right here,” a woman replied, holding a branding ironed heart.
So that little tart got out of there, lickety split.
She felt threatened and out of her element, outed by a small chit.
Would she ever go back to Texas? Not in these borrowed boots.
Maybe never actually, she did not enjoy these types of cahoots.
Categories:
jiggly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Under the light of a bright sunshine,
Sailing soft in the gallant wind,
Peaceful joys in acrobatic style.
Speckles of pearl, blend of rainbow,
Stylish lovers after perfume of them flowers,
Lullaby love songs, crooned in the jiggly wind.
Bright colours in their mantles,
As they hover in search for more,
And pretty flowers, they wave as they skim away.
Categories:
jiggly, butterfly, nature,
Form:
Free verse