Best Moe Poems
Helter-skelter, upper-downer,
Bigger smaller, richer poorer
Bitter sweeter, kinder meaner
Sifter opener, thicker thinner.
Meek or dumb, pinky and thumb
Top or bottom, height and fathom.
Head or toe, friend and foe
Day or night, left and right.
Larry scoops Moe; Moe swoops Curly
Curly chunks Larry; Larry yanks Moe.
By Elton Camp
Of Ebola, sensible persons are scared
There was time in the US to be prepared
For decades the virus has been known
How to control has clearly been shown
Working in a crude Liberian tent
Doctors are found reasonably content
When, to safety, strict attention is paid
Ebola virus disease is rarely conveyed
Growing numbers in Africa dead
Showed Ebola continued to spread
Nobody could sensibly think anymore
The virus wouldn’t reach the US shore
The threat the CDC should understand
See that needed supplies were on hand
Issue guidelines unmistakably clear
Make certain that all hospitals hear
Then, before it was too late
Training sessions mandate
Be certain nurses knew what to do
A virus, to them, deadly and new
Rather, in the manner of stooges three
Their ineptitude all could plainly see
An apology is far from enough
For failing in such basic stuff
Everyone Called Him Old Man Moe,
Living Free Like A Hobo.
He Once Hopped A Train
In The Driving Rain
But, Slipped And Lost His Big Toe.
A Prophet Named Moe
By Elton Camp
Lately, he’s been feeling low
The prophet who’s named Moe
To his shrink he made a call
Where old Moe did bare it all
“My followers are way too stern.
Widespread contempt they earn.”
“If folks draw a picture of me,
Nothing is wrong that I can see.”
“Those grouches it won’t choke
To appreciate a humorous joke.”
“Rather, it’s blasphemy they yell
Then assign infidels down to hell.”
“Also, murder they try to justify.
It makes me sad and want to cry.”
“I think that Charlie magazine
Is the funniest one I’ve seen.”
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe
By Valerie Odom
March 5, 2017
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
My mother told me
To pick the very best one
And you are not it
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
By day I have to put on a show
Just sit and smile and not say no
While they give me their opinions on my afro
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
By night my sorrows start to glow
My rhythmic notes begin to flow
And form into material
They tried to tell me
Keep your head high
And you will not fall
I Am: Hello guys it’s an honor, fellows
Moe: HELLO!
Larry: HELLO!
Curly: HELLO!
The Three Stooges: HELLOS!
I Am: You’re known as half-wits, birdbrains, knuckleheads,
Curly, you’re known as Porky pine, right?
As a little girl I never appreciated rough-housing humor.
Moe a mean man and you weren’t very bright
I did adore Curly with sisterly affection.
Curly: You ain’t half bad yourself toots! With my reclamation
Moe: Remind me to kill you later, hmm, maybe strangulation
Curly: OK, I’ll make a note of it! Can’t make me worry
Larry: Stick up for yourself Curly!
Moe: Yeah, what do you have to say?
Curly: Well, I oughta—tell ya another day
Moe: You oughta what? Have some finess
Curly: I oughta mind my own business
Moe: That’s better! Porky Pine
I Am: Moe, would you take another question of mine?
Moe: Yeah, make it snappy,
Larry: Moe’s always been too slap happy
I AM: Were you at one time called Ted Healy’s Racketeers?
Moe: The Southern Gent’s, knucklehead! Like the Three Musketeers
I Am: Your genres are farce, slapstick, musical comedy
Curly is the schlemiel—stupid, childish, and clumsy.
Larry is the schlimazel because he's not quite as stupid
but still ends up unlucky with cupid.
Moe, are you the aggressive and short-tempered leader of you three?
Curly: Why coitainly
Moe: The lady, you imbecile, is talking to me,
Curly: Hey, I resemble that remark!
Curly: Hey Moe, I can’t see! I can’t see!
Moe: Why’s that? Is it too dark?
Curly: ‘Cuz I have my eyes closed!
Moe: Wait’ll I punch you in the nose!
I Am: My best Three Stooges episodes were—Brideless Groom,
Disorder in the Court, Malice in the Palace, Sing a Song of Six Pants,
and Heavenly Daze
Larry: That’s five. Miss I Am are you in a haze?
Moe: Yeah Genius!
I Am: Thank you for your calculation, I quess
I Am: Do any one of you have a real job anywhere?
Curly: Why coitainly, I just got a job in a bakery
Moe: You never told me that numskull. What do you do there?
Curly: I’m a loafer!
Larry: That’s not surprising, and tell her you were a chauffer
I Am: Goodnight “Three Stooges” Love and Luck
Curly: Asta! NYUK! NYUK! NYUK!
Cool Moe B
Back in the day we used to pray
Others say it ought not be that way
Snake pit, lion's den you need someone to be your friend
Your a soldier in the army of God
Cool Moe B in the place to be
Rocking them rhymes in the land of glee
A city kid playing high on his grid
Shook the bananas pole with a tea leaf
Downtown hoods shooting dope in the back alley
Fixing with the switch homeboy got a nervous twitch
A beacon of honor in his high vested swag
Shooting pool in the patio needing a place to go
Smoking weed watch it bleed it will knock you to your knees
Brillo pads for fenders is it any wonder
The soldier in the middle playing second fiddle
Take me back to those good old days getting lost in a purple haze
Hoops dreams watch the bitches scream
Another dip of an ice cream flavor
A stereo or capper me and Eric B with a nice full plate of fish
Sorry that I missed burning this switch as we go free style
there once was a fella named Joe
whose hairstyle's a wonky Afro
to the barber Joe went
Who repaired his head dent
Joe returned bald headed like Moe!
They say I can't write about God
Nor how faithless the saints have trod
A Saint I ain't
I lack white paint
But you should see my fishing rod*
*Its telescopic!
The Intentions were false bearings.
Accusations were meant to harm my position--
No Care! For I am destined for greatness! No longer am I stuck in a state opposition--
The tensity which connected. Best Bet! Stay away from stress!
No more poor healt in trying to keep the Money Machine Rollin'....
Because I'm Free!
One must see my freedom...seldom words in my soul lingers for press...
Jackson Free Press!
Yes! I love poetry, art & music... Tune in to the expression of delicate minds...
Take the time to figure out...As I glance through the classifieds---
trying to find success in what I do best--
Oh well-- I'll just continue to write--- EXPRESS THE MIND-through my words, which float...
glide on to the new movement...
Sounds of the piano begin...
I'm taking in,
the soul...
I have a black Lab-a dog named Moe..
He's mixed with something..what? I don't know.
When he's hungry, he'll stare, maybe even glare-
until I reply"I'll be there"!
I have a black Lab-named Moe..
Who follows me wherever I go.
When he's sleepy, he'll tap, jump upon my lap-
until I reply"Take a nap"!
This dog that I have named Moe..
Oh, how I love him so...
Yes, it's Moe I come home to, say"I love you"
He replies "WI..Wove...Wou"...too!
My daughter is an angel,
For her I rarely fear,
For I am always reassured by the promises I hear,
That she is in God's hands,
And in God she always stands,
But sometimes when I doubt,
And I cannot see her safe,
I think to my man Moe,
And I know she's good to go!!!
(Dedicated to Moe Howard who died May 4, 1975.)
He had black hair, he was short and his name was Moe.
He loved to slap and poke Larry, Curly and Joe.
I've seen most of the shows he was in.
Moe and the other stooges were very funny men.
1975 was a sad year because God decided that it was time for him to go.
I'm talking about the unique and talented performer named Moe.
MAN IT FEELS GOOD
TO SHOW MY LOVE AND AFFECTION
BUT DAMN LOVE IS TESTING
LOVE COMES IN MANY WAYS
U HURT IN MANY WAYS
MAN CUZ ONCE YOUR HEART IS BROKEN
YOU R LEFT CRYING FOR DAYS
IM INSANE
IM FEEL DA PAIN
THERES A SAYIN NO PAIN NO GAIN
THEY AINT EVEN LIEN
PAIN STINGS THEN IT HURTS ALL OVER AGAIN
WHEN I SAY THOSE THREE WORDS
MY BODY TURNS TO A SHOCK
ALL I WANNA DO IS DROP
LIKE MY TEAR DROPS
NOW MY HEART IS SO SMALL
IT COULD PASS THROUGH....
AN EYE OF A NEEDLE
BUT I USE THE NEEDLE TO SEW UP
MY BROKEN HEART
LOVE NO MOE
That squirrel is getting to me my cousin lamented.
But the squirrel got killed by a car, and grief fermented.
She had left a nest of babies, all together there were four
Larry fed them with eyedroppers, not afraid of rabies or more
He named them Larry Curly Moe and Shemp; they were now in his care.
Did not seem to mind the rodent smell that was clearly in the autumn air
Brought them next to his bed, so he could do night feedings too.
He has gone crazy for them said his wife, little Annabelle Lou.