Best Pranks Poems
Remember when we were young, you and I
Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause
The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches
We'd put on the charm when it came to mom
Bit of boyish mischief we used to cause
You, big brother, I followed and looked up to
We'd put on the charm when it came to mom
Inseparable, we stood by one another
You, big brother, I followed and looked up to
We went our different paths as we grew
Inseparable, we stood by one another
I miss the fun times when we were kids
We went our different paths as we grew
The swearing, pushing, shoving, and punches
I miss. The fun times when we were kids
Remember when we were young, you and I
2/8/2020
A plain Pantoum not a rhyming pantoum
Contest Name PANTOUM
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
February 10, 2020 POTD
Typically a pantoum is made up of two rhyming couplets, however, Western writers altered and adapted the form, the importance of rhyming and brevity diminished. So, pantoums do not need to rhyme.
not just any jokes;
but a humorous prank,
in dirty deeds and actions.
a banana peel for slipping,
a whoopie cushion for surprising.
series of sarcasms for icebreakers,
at last, untold execution of tickling for random giggles.
and maybe a secret diss in your wish list.
Birth Pranks!
labour....a baby cries
then popcorn of exploding smiles
yet, he's wary of lies
will he quickly talk
before he can do anything or walk
to tell if he is his folk?
"why not like his brother
nor at least the face of his mother
or me his ugly father!?"
common labour pranks,
aftermath of protracted labour pangs
is wagging of tongues!
*
let's wallow in mirth
not by small but by a large girth
for the infantile birth.
recalling the pot
burned on fire to simmer hot
and cook this lot.
womb is not defied
cankered or be it of lineage wild
that yielded the child.
no sooner is he out
than there is the malignant doubt;
"this is not dad's snout!"
law of the bush:
baby survives overturned in a rush;
in atavism check by Cush!
**Conceived when a friend's wife gave birth at home. The poem casts a slur to rural births that took place those years when a child had to really resemble his father.......! Infant mortality and divorces then were pretty.
13th September 2013
Pranks
AGE, likes to play pranks
And tamper with my eyes
When I look in a mirror
It reflects awful lies.
My hair medium brown
Long ago turned grey.
Mustache on my lip,
No, no , no how, no way!
My figures an hourglass
Sad my sands shifted
My minds creative
It memories drifted.
What about those jowls
Hanging down so low
My full luscious lips
Now, where did they go?
My eyes big and bright
Unusual shade of green.
Age… Pranks you’d stop playing,
If you’d seen the hag I’ve seen!
Barbara Barry-Nishanian
Nov.13,2017
Gaze into eyes of defeat and daze him
Knocking out the swagger he flaunts
Ensuring no longer can he trim
To size your awesome arsenal as he taunts
Midgets and Gullivers alike
Trampling their toes, crumpling their pride
Crushing their every effort to manifest his dislike
For the courage and temerity they dare not hide
When defeat springs forth like a gladiator
Eager to smash every hurdle in his way
Challenging any competitor crazy enough to call on a sentimental mediator
To plead for defeat to delay
Administering the coup de grace you dare to challenge
If defeat should galumph
Your way assuming you’d whinge
At the prospect of defeat’s triumph
Whose swagger you determine to break
Once and for all to free your mind
From the petrified fear whose stake
No longer drives you blind
As temerity assures you victory swings her pendulum
Your way to inflict on defeat a resounding reverse
From which he’d take years to recover since the odium
Haunts his very soul when defeat so averse
To uncertainty cringes
Once you gaze him down
Smacking the smug attitude from hinges
That creak from dearth of lubricants in defeat’s town
Where by virtue of determination and brilliance
You exploit defeat’s vulnerable spiritual flanks
Diluting his tonic, dismantling his parasitic pestilence
To annihilate with divine might all defeat’s pranks and tanks.
APROPOS OF DING DONG DITCH AND PALS
Literally, AI pranks
Have caused suicides:-
One while on the computer;
The other by a back shot:-
This may sound funny,
But death is no silly joke;
Neither should pranks be:-
Putting all in perspective,
In half of a month,
Check out “AI Psychosis”
And its friend, “Sycophancy”!?!
As must be with war,
Let us crack down on greed and
Its collateral damage:
At least give this all some thought:-