Best Jingo Poems
My son has a new dog called Brandy
By jingo that pup is so randy
He caused quite a to do
When he humped my left shoe
No wonder his legs are so bandy!
07-07-17
Old Inky dinky parlay voo
Had a race with a green kangaroo
They stood side by side
Inky’s laces got tied
By jingo it caused a foo doo
Poor Inky fell over a murdle
Whilst kanga the murdle did hurdle
Kanga leapt on ahead
Inky’s twang how it bled
He mopped up the blood with a turdle
Kanga ignored poor Inky’s dilemma
And sped off like Pete Smockeremma
With a boing and a bounce
He did loudly announce
I’m the winner of this no problemma!
But Kanga was deemed to be cheating
The lace tying was his unseating
The squidgehawk of the race
Wiped the smile from his face
And Kanga got a blubber beating
The moral of this quindy story
No cheating to obtain false glory
Just ensure you squok fair
And make sure you’re aware
The squidgehawk’s judgement’s mandatory!
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03/25/20
My uncle and aunt both go swinging
To naked bodies they’re soon clinging
Sometimes they swap keys
With Fred and Louise
Lou’s pretty but Freddie is minging
But Freddie has got a big willy
And auntie says it would be silly
Not to sleep with him
When she has a whim
By jingo she is a game filly!
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01/03/21
I purchased a rabbit named Brandy
By jingo, that young buck was randy
It caused such a to do
When he humped my left shoe
Thank goodness the hosepipe was handy!
HAPPY EASTER SOUPERS
3/27/18
White America is uncomfortable with moving forward,
they want their future to go back to the past
“Make America Great Again!”
A brand chiseling,
cave wall jingo retail sale slogan
Snowflakes wanna hear the retro frost sound
of Viking cold chains rattling
When naked oppression was Dixie singing
That kind of Babel Tower progress, I ain’t feeling it;
them good ol’ boy days,
when America was great ...
My skin kin was moaning and screaming
They were auction sold:
Crying and wailing ... families split asunder weeping
Now, many golden amber hearts
wanna go back to that dreadful time
The Jim Crow chorus of assimilation animus
caw with shade malice lip hate crime
And not to mention,
the wage money that was free labor stolen —
Pyramid scheme abolition
Seems America was really great at emancipated slave trade:
Pharaoh prison conditions
Ivory House tombstone bellows
are foaming more divisive temporal waves
Remember the recent weepy, minstrel Happy Days,
when forced segregation was the legal rave ...
befo’ that supreme peace fellow,
nappy Harriet gave a Thurgood gavel save
But, I ain’t feeling
that rainbow kind of righteous vibe anymore
My grandfather clock is tick-tock moving backwards,
heading for the slave quarters entrance door
I suppose, it’s a great Confederate Prussian dishonor,
not to wanna rebel blue revel in the past
Especially, when you gotta red flag the fake hosannas,
that old timey white noise on bugle blast
Glaucoma grey vision
shows it’s great to be blind again
Lassie Lady Liberty limp trots leer comfortable ...
walking with a pale bigotry Cain
is a guide dog decision
America’s choice —
they picked the lewd runt of the litter
Little horn voice
blowing trumped up memories bitter
Some folks would tell you that a Demon
Lived in all of us
A rapist is a thief
Some public defender isn’t smarter than his client
One is not required to serve as a juror: on every case
With that in mind:
To create a mental trend is easier.
A train to the plane;
It’s really surprising to find
A hockey player who is tame
A police officer with all his fear and anger
A cook without a kitchen: Is like tango without jingo
A philosophy without any gaps
The new breakfast drink debut
Ice coffee in the morning
Mocha latte` all day
Please don’t interfere with what work
To help us during the day
I am a woman that follows the warmth
A tree that wouldn’t blossom
it's worthless creation?
You can eat tree bark
While the lark
Build its lowly nest
On the ground
A philosophy without any gaps
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
A lot of white noise
have got many red necks
following you
That horn of consternation
wails loud and angry
Those temper tantrum toots
dead air cryo empty
Bugle boy,
little boy blue
Your scarlet letter tone
has got the murmuring crowd
idolizing you
Porcelain notes blown vex indiscreet,
wax smoke signal coldly
Pigeon drop carrier pox
gets Oval puffery sent by a trill tweet
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
Play the dirge Taps for democracy,
as a jingo strident blare
deafly accrue
Moody move the retrograde ears
with vacuum suction ease
Orchestrate billowy primal fears
on a nether octave breeze
Bugle boy,
a portrait of scorn
paints your little horn blue
Bugle boy,
so indigo dark is the sound
spreading ‘cross the pestilent plain
Fallow be yore golden amber grain,
as rasp bury berate pain
drips hollow noise of purple reign —
Void lips echoes disdain
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
A hateful horn of pulse penury
has cast hope askew
Bugle boy,
little boy blew
Seeds of doubt
upon the dying winds of liberty
I
My two daughters love Two States
Two ways, at least
They love Maryland & Virginia
They love English and Spanish
They love their dad and Mom
They love Democrat & Republican as American
They know the Constitution didn't make Parties
They Know G. Washington warned Parties
Divide anation, when electing should take best 'man'
For the job he refused to Name "king" - but Mr. President
II
My daughters proudly thank, work for America
We can't say much, dear patriots, freedom lovers
But they do data mining, sub-contracting for Feds
I have seen some AWARDS, we sleep well
And Jesus gives us a clean conscience as we 'talk'
'US Constitution,' "freedoms," national & global citizenship
About academic freedom
III
Those who "jingo" about nationalism, what
will you tell Jesus who reminded us:
You are a citizen of heaven, not of this world?
( Reference: Paul's epistles, and Peters Letters in the New Testament." We are not one-dimensional
"Americans" - but as with "hats" as a member
Of biological families: know all the roles u play!
A flatulent poet named Jan
Passed wind and there wasn't a fan
How the other folks gasped
At foul wind that she'd passed
By jingo, she farts like a man!
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3/8/18
..DINGO..
Out in the west the wild Brumbies still roam,
there you`ll find red Dingo the sheep killer dog.
Dog netting fences are there to keep the sheep home,
Roo holes let him through like a Frog.
Wild Pigs burrow under this fence,
and leave another hole.
The cunning dog looks for them with good sense,
to find a way in is his goal.
So then he`s in amongst the Sheep ,
to weed a killer out.
More than one will go to deathly sleep,
I have no cause to doubt.
With dead Sheep laying all about,
he`ll eat his fill, old Dingo.
The Fox will watch until he`s gone,
he`ll starve the Crows by jingo.
Well daylight comes and the crows arrive,
will they pick these bones so bare.
Old man goanna eats away inside.
Yes the crows do tear their hair.
A few days do pass, now his stomach it is empty.
The dog returns to the easy sport,
of sheep there sure are plenty.
The worms do bite to feed the thought,
he`ll kill just two not twenty.
The doggers rifle shot rings out,
old red he staggers plenty.
He stopped to smell piddle fresh about,
shot dead by a 25. 20.
Old Johnson the dogger had set his traps,
on the dingo`s route he knew.
Dog piss he dripped right across his tracks,
to a dog trap cruel but true.
He sometimes used a shotgun trap,
made of water pipe with care.
The shell got fired by a 2 inch nail,
trip wired this deadly snare.
by D H JOHNSON
How Dingo trappers operated till about 1960
INTER - NATION PRONUNCIATION
My transatlantic friend’s adored
We reach across the ocean
Communications although flawed
Won’t lessen my devotion
She looks pure and sweet indeed
With fair visage clear although her
Voice as if she’s just smoked weed
With pitch half octave lower
Though we’re sharing the same lingo
And her presence makes me glad
There’s a problem here by jingo
For her words can make me sad
When my health is on the mend
And that makes me glad or gladder
This assertion she’ll extend:-
‘You’re looking so much badder’
I guess to her my accent’s shot
And sounds as if it’s such that
I will say ‘the weather’s hot - what what!’
And not rhyme it with ‘hat’
But we’ll muddle through so that
We resolve all our confusions
Just distinguish ‘bet’ from ‘bat’
Avert risking grave contusions
.................
If we temperate our scoff or is it scoff
We need never call the whole thing off
A lady I know goes to bingo
She’s expert at all the fun lingo
Like Theresa’s den
Which really means ten
Sue loves to win bingo by jingo!
The callers shown a coloured ball
Their numbers she’ll then loudly call
Folk are quiet as a mouse
Until someone shouts HOUSE
The losing cards they get sod all!
4/14/19
Final Tribute
(for the Last Caesar)
Give the annual percentile amount
of your iron-copper gathering
The yearly brow liquidity
is required by the silver arm of vexation
Hemoglobin promissory is handed
to the seated image stamped on the penny
Spinal rein acquiescence,
bent will to the usury yield is mandatory
Because the last Caesar said make it so
The coins are jingo collected,
earmarked primarily for a military preference
Give ad infinitum;
blood, sweat and tears
is the required sum
Profess fiscal fealty to the feudal lord
of a monetary divided land
Take a sharecropper stand,
a servile oath of stained cloth submission
What is the scarlet vow protection condition?
Pay the final tribute
with the parting of your farthing soul
Give with mint-scented breath,
(a legion air of pleb compliance)
the placid portion of patriotic cuckold
Pocket pawns ask only for golden liberty,
to debt pursue life, love and happiness
With deep tributary lender lament,
the last Caesar said belay that request
09-14-21
Seduced by the $ubtil $ound
Put your elephant ear to the ground,
and listen pachyderm carefully
Do you hear the err stampede sound ...
stimulus assisted thievery deed
There’s been a clandestine meeting
at the Guv’s backroom, ivory Oval table
Secret society plans
got discussed after a pirate greeting:
“Jingle jingo, ho!
Mingle that death germ, yo!
Coughing coffins don’t pass Go!
Collect the money subtilly stole!
The Dons of the gobbling globe
are putting trillion$ into their one-arm bandit $lot
There ain’t no oversight probe
to see who’s double dipping into the taxpayer’s pot
Can you hear that ‘coined phrase’ sound —
Telling hope po’ citizens
richer prosperity will be ‘trick-ling down’
Blind mice hearts are getting seduced
by the cobra charmer’s horn
Boa induced purse needs
are a-putting the squeeze
on that agreed deficit-spending truce
A plundering tone in major D
got seismic depression paltry
of pockets picked empty ~ Quaking thought waves
cratering poverty, fearfully coming virally
Pilfering lobbyist moans
got an executive order of grift execution
to do silent heist carry on
Now, can your tusk ail mind
hear the hog murmuring under the ground?
The day of spoils ill-gotten b’ruptcy abound,
G-mob thieves of every kind
There’s a seductive drone
whistling past the pyramid scheme graveyard
of your no bank account savings a-dying hard —
So a-cyber long dead gone
Don’t dare ear tarry in the impoverished dirt,
which burial groan (from dis mo’ wallet hurt)
$afari pocket poacher$
know where to find those
po’ ivory-rich bones
Can you hear that ‘chiseling chuckle’ sound —
Telling those graveheart citizens
revival e-con-omy lie on pickpocket ground
El Presidente don’t Tennessee
nothing bad coming,
tho’ the global orbitals
saw viral things very differently
Happy talk tongue taters
do eerily
Idaho ear mash liquor please
Delaware drunk on denial,
so Iowa unaware
that the body litmus test
is gonna crimson cost higher
The Ivory home
(with the igloo dome)
in un-Wash D.C.
got the Nevada neon soundbytes
Alaska gaslighting
Montana malaria nonsense
New Jersey devil-speak
is a spit-splash of
Flo-rida jingo-jingle noise:
Colorado pulp fiction vig juice
of New York grifter con-fidence
West Virginia coal pipes rattling
delusional hiss tales untruth
Murmuring Utah pseudo-soothsayer hoax salt
message mixed in
utter Louisiana swamp cackle placating broth
Kentucky bourbon breath
be mirage-aged facts
in a California Death Valley cask
Pennsylvania Ave. perps pledging a pathogen allegiance
to Indiana vaping jones —
Ill moan shills of Illinois cremating bones
South of North Dakota
are so many fear reservations
of minimal test quotas
North of South Carolina
are very few swine swill flu taste hesitation
But *CDC’s beaker manic motion
botched the pestilent cure potion
Now, from the Oval top
to the Pentagon bottom,
there’s a United State of denial
Flooding the closed border with
Rio Grande pandemonium,
Texas-sized tears
break down the New Mexico wall
of pandemic jeers
As Georgia’s scientific swells
placebo smile
at the syringe sound
of the Maine coast death knells
While El Presidente
only coin care to
Mississippi make-believe see
Missouri monetary glad tidings
Toot the little horn of confusion, please ...
‘cause Toto knows
we’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy
*CDC is an acronym for Center for Disease Control.
A federal agency whose headquarter
is located in Atlanta, Georgia.
— Romantic Warrior