Best Peg Out Poems
Washday at the Zoo
Peg out the elephants!
Hang up the hippos!
Let the bison and wildebeest
blow and billow in the wind!
Fluff out your flamingoes
with fabric softeners.
Stick the swans on a pre-wash
and get 'em whiter than white.
Rhinos can go in on 95
and they'll still come out
a disappointing grunge of khaki-grey.
(So much for the blandishments
of the adman).
Do tigers and zebras
on a low cycle
or the stripes will run.
Take care with gerbels,
they're liable to shrink.
Sort out yer primates
and read the labels --
howlers are different from chimps.
Oh! And watch out for snakes!
They tend to slither about
at the bottom of the laundry basket.
One emerald green one
amongst a flock of pastel doves
will cause untold havoc!
Margaret Clerici
Sweet Sundae has got windy knickers,
No she hasn’t been eating baked beans,
It’s a game for her lovely daughter,
And it’s not about farting it seems!
You must help granny peg out washing,
Because today it’s her washing day,
If you land on the sun you can help her,
But a tornado will blow clothes away!
If you land on a cloud miss a turn,
A rain cloud means your washing comes in,
But landing on a storm you should spurn,
All clothes blow off much to your chagrin!
Now Sundae’s enjoying these ‘wash days’
As she sits with her huge glass of gin
Sundae watches as her daughter plays
Both are happy you should see them grin!
Thanks to my sweet friend Sundae for telling me about this game … she said she saw it and thought of me!
09/21/20
Twas not a twinge that caused my shout,
Nor feats that among bulrushes lay.
Nor dread that brought reshape about,
Nor was it visualized my peg out day.
But by the Holy Spirit I was undressed,
Left meandering, 'mongst cattails standing.
My thoughts,which God, forthwith assessed,
Swallowing sin, leaving ticker pounding.
Beyond my facade, emerged an inward glow,
The magnitude of which caused me to squirm.
From wetted eyes tears began to flow,
I was now God's man, not Satan's worm.
Let Me Live, not Exist
Written: by Miracle man
5/12/2021
Just let me live life, my way, until I die,
Let me do the things I do, not inquiring why?
Well meaning people advise, you ought, or shan’t,
I’ll do the things I can, foregoing things I can’t.
Let how I confront each day, determine what I do,
Don’t tell me vacuous conversation should be taboo.
let my day’s activity be dictated, by how I feel,
and should night sleep come early, it’s no big deal.
Many years were lived unburdened by constraints,
but now, each day comes equipped, with restraints,
As a young man, cancer ushered me, to Jesus’ face.
and God has prepared for me, a better place.
Not looking at my peg out day,
just say’in.
Tom