Best Lulu Poems
i once
had a doll
whose name
was lulu
we
laughed and
played till I was blue
her heart as big as a cashew
never did she wander from my side
loved her to pieces
and cut off her hair
and then
gave her
a new hairdo
t’was then I changed her name to sue
AP: 3rd place 2025
POTD August 5, 2019
Submitted on August 3, 2019 for contest INVITATION TO PLAY sponsored by SHERI FRESONKE HARPER - RANKED 4TH
My cats a tad bit different so I'm here to raise the bar
He won't climb a fence adores riding in the car
His favorite trip begins when we're off to PETCO
Sitting in his basket to watch his fishing show!
He's Spider Man for Halloween all the kids adore
they're here to Trick Or Treat and pet Lulu on the floor
I could go on forever talking about my love
instead I've left photos for you to see above
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The sun beamed through her window, and brightened up the air
When the mornings dim moon faded, she saw stardust everywhere
Her little nose softly whistled, and her eyelids gave a wink
When the lampposts in the garden, had all begun to blink
The sunflowers all popped up their heads, looking tall in all their poses
While the tulips and the daffodils, were mingling with the roses
My child woke up from her sleep, and fed water to the plants
Then she sprinkled stardust on them all, to watch them all wake up and dance
Peeking through my bedroom window, and watching my daughter having so much fun
I had to smile when I saw my child, laughing and waving to the sun
Good-bye she spoke in her meek-quiet voice, I'll see you again, Mr. Sun, real soon
But I have to go to school right now, so please come back this afternoon
So, when schooltime was over, and she was skipping her way back home
The sun popped out to stay with her, so she would not skip back alone
Lulu was Miss Moo-Moo's first baby calf
She wibbelly-wobbled through the straw
But when it came time for her oatmeal
She danced and pranced around the stall.
Miss Moo-Moo called her first baby Lulu
Because, she said, it rhymed with Moo-Moo
And when dancing little Lulu took a spill
Miss Moo-Moo said, “Lulu, you’d better chill!”
Farmer Brown loved Miss Moo-Moo and Lulu
And took especially good care of them both
He watched after Moo-Moo's every need
And kept a record of little Lulu’s growth.
Moo-Moo's pride, Lulu grew big and strong,
Like every young calf should do
She ate her breakfast and drank her milk
And every growing boy and girl should, too.
When Miss Moo-Moo and Lulu could pasture,
Mother and daughter, out in the meadow
Father Brown loved to watch them wander
He could see them from his veranda window.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
March 12, 2021
For "Nursery Rhyme Contest - 2"
Sponsored by Eve Roper
[Published in Nursery Rhymes & Stories From Poets Around the World, Eve Roper, Editor, Kindle Direct Publishing, 2021]
There once was a fat lady called Lulu,
who liked to swim in the deep ocean blue;
in a bathing suit mini,
meant for a lady skinny;
one wave and her bikini went askew !
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February 24, 2022
Poetry/Limerick/A Lady Called Lulu
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1433-346-24
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, New Bawdy or Humorous Limerick
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 03/06/2022
Second Place
Just wanted to say Hi
Let you know I’m thinking of you
I don’t know if this card
Is like the other ones I sent you
Not because it really matters
Not because I always miss you
Just because you’re far way
Hoping soon that I can kiss you
Longing for my Honey Buns
With these words, I’m really hopin’
With this card, like all the others
Today you’ll have something to open
Like the flower waiting here
Slowly blossoming for you
Something from your precious Lulu
That says “I Love You” and I do
There was a ballerina named Lulu
Who wanted to go see Honolulu
She got such a deep tan
When before she was wan
Her friends renamed her Zanzibar Zulu
I have a best friend named Madam Lulu
She's my good old faithful Cockapoo
Like sister and brother
We're there for each other
She makes the drabbest days sparkle like new
2/27/23
every once of my bean longs too be with you. time passes so slow as I see your beautiful wavy black hair as you swing your petite thighs and your snow white sliky skin calls too your husband. oh Erwin please forgive my absence for I have not abandon my princesses! endless years in different vessals have I walked the earth lulu your spirit has found me! I pray too the father's great and loving spirit that I may hold you soon my angeleik!
Aunt Lulu is brilliant, a genius.
Are you daft? She is insane.
Her ideas are innovative and selfless.
Her notions are nuttier than a walnut tree.
She is an enigma, elusive and enthusiastic.
Did you get the name right?
She is certifiable, headed for a psych ward.
I have her name and her number thank you.
She is the most intelligent woman I have met.
Did you ever meet our mother? She was the bright one.
Did you ever listen to Aunt Lulu? Did you ever hear her words?
Mom said she was crazy, and that’s good enough for me.
She is insanely sane.
She is a diabolical disaster, bipolar, on lithium.
And that makes her crazy?
Mom said she was; that is good enough for me.
Now who is the crazy one? Please give her a chance.
No thanks. My mind is made up.
Grandma Lulu loved to knit.
She was the knitting queen.
She has been doing this for ninety years.
Click. Click. Click. Click.Click.
She lived in a house full of yarns.
Baby yarns, skinny yarns, fluffy yarns, shiny yarns.
Yarns of many colors, light yarns, dark yarns, balls and skeins.
Knit purl purl knit; knit purl, purl, knit.
For Christmas we relatives got slippers.
Blue, yellow, orange, red, green, gray slippers.
Our babies got knitted layette sets.
Click. Click. Click. Click.Click.
She also created knitted Christmas ornaments.
Penguins, socks, or ruffled candy canes.
If you visited her, she never looked up.
You heard the constant click of her knitting needles.
The first thing we noticed after her funeral
Was the sad silence of her house; no longer a home.
I am allergic to greens, so none of that will do.
It is my persnickety picky-eating cousin, Lulu.
But surely you are not allergic to lettuce, I say.
Oh, yes, and green beans and peas. The radish can stay.
What about Brussel sprouts?
I am allergic to them too.
She says this with a lip that pouts.
My strange cousin Lulu.
What about celery, you are surely not allergic to that.
Oh, yes, I am, she says, and probably your dog and your cat.
Are you allergic to my husband? I ask, making a joke.
Most definitely and chicken and ham; they both make me choke.
My husband rolls his eyes but scoots off to his room.
Leaving me alone with our impossible guest. She is such a loon.
Can you have chocolate cake? I ask her, in the sweetest way.
That’s about all I eat, she tells me, so merry and gay.
And I bet you eat bread, I throw in, looking at her girth.
I have eaten all the bread I can between here and Perth.
I hear my husband snorting in the next room, next to the TV.
How much more transparent can that man try to be?
The wrath of love strikes faster than it shines
Here comes lulu the coy queen of the desert shrines
A beautiful soul with more purity than the holy divine,
Come to me my love for I feel you way deeper than my spine,
Lulu the coy princess of the desert shrines,
With grace and pride come hold your love mountain pine.
Warmth, beauty and love in this kingdom of mine,
Nothing I ever dreamt of since lulu seized to dine,
With power, health and wealth all come to divide,
Come to me my love for I cry for you as much as you hide,
Lulu the heartless princess of the desert shrines,
With grace and pride come hold your mountain pine
A river of tears is what I describe as life,
When all my peace you took and turned into strife,
With love comes pain and all these is nothing less than rife,
Come to me my love for I pray for your forgiveness cut as sharp as a knife,
Lulu the lost princess of the desert shrines,
With grace and pride come hold your mountain pine
silver strains of stardust spiral onto the moon
rubbing her eyes lulu awakes in a sugar bloom
within the dimness of the moons silhouette
she hears a familiar laugh she'll never forget
a sudden flaming flash riding a tiny comet
can it be is he really on it
ping and bing lulu springs
faster faster beat her gossamer wings
up through the orangeberry skies
fast as a sonic hummingbird flies
passing the comet but he's not on it
fluttering floating she missed him doggone it
sulking sleepy was it just a dream
even for a sprite life can be mean
snap flap and a boyish laugh
lulu flips over from push of her back
dwight that sprite with his hair aflame
grins while laughing out lulu's name
race you to the littlest star
zip and zoom he sprints hard
lulu smirks and pouts what a jerk
why should i, ooh dwight you jerk
fast as light free as lighting
speed of sprites smokes delighting
dwight ahead flies on his back
come on lulu your faster then that
tripping angels ducking asteroids
within space so much to avoid
finally dwight drawn by it's light
spins and dives out of sight
lulu slows there he goes
that silly boy only heaven knows
lulu drifts hanging arms back stiff
holding back tears with a sniff
marshmallow clouds and a blue heart
dipping her toes in mist where dew drops depart
lulu slips back to her lunar sugar bloom
a lock of red hair tied with littlest star perfume
as the scent ascends a face appears
dwight candy smile lulu happy tears
Lifeguard Lulu was a terrific find.
If she liked you and was truly kind.
If you teased her, she would let you float away.
Without guilt, each and every day.
She was good at saving children who were polite.
She would dive right in, if they were in sight.
But the ones who were bullies would wash downstream.
I hope they never come back! Lulu Lifeguard would scream.