Best Rascal Poems
Once there was a man called Easter Ethics
behaves in a mischievous teasing way, critic
“heat and fun motivates
if mutual trust is active”
bloody! ethical rascals amaze writers by critique.
Categories:
rascal, humor,
Form:
Limerick
Alive and given a destiny
Love of parents was in mutiny
Grew up in a cold slum
Had a choice, every Sunday the church would come
Life was lived on the highway
His spirit died he lived without The Way
He is the "man", but with no brain
Playing stunt on top of a moving train
The devil dashed him the final blow
See his sober dead body like a cat's mew
Categories:
rascal, life, slam, sympathy,
Form:
Rhyme
Shame has no fancy stroking
I write this tale with a bleeding pen and choking heart
For the character is a braggadocio person
A villain who wore his blinders like flamboyant apparel
Wouldn’t see the truth
It hurt his jaundiced eye he would say
And so he pretended the masses loved him
And if his deaf ear could open
He would hear the whispers of their acrimony
The sizzling embers of their rage
The ones he bruised and would not care
Clothed in rags and derided like his marionettes
But they saw his strutting nudity
A villain; a rascal; a buccaneer
Donned in suits of the white men he abhorred
Drunk in power that gave him his blindness
Bob the plunderer would not see or hear
That his end was nigh
And like the grime he was
To grime he would forever lie
And the nation he once raped
Shall piss on his rotting grave.
Categories:
rascal, abuse, corruption, political,
Form:
Verse
He is not more than four
with the adventurous eyes of a conquistador;
he is rascal but cute,
and with his innocence my rebukes he dilutes!
Little rascal, slowly ride your tricycle down the bumpy block;
be careful not to fall off, and don't turn when I yell, " Stop! "
When I was your age, I did what you are doing now,
and riding fast on grandma's farm...I hit the biggest cow!
Cry when I scold you, it'll teach you a first lesson;
better watch out for danger than get hurt and bleed!
No Spunge Bob's ice cream at six o' clock, if you won't slow down!
I laugh when you say, " I am sorry! " thinking of your treat!
He has a sharp mind, a knock for furious things and all the more he must dare;
and as rascal as he seems, he hugs me when he's wrong...and sadly breaks down!
I am a fair uncle, and I wouldn't punish him for a mischief that he has done!
And pedaling away he gets more thrilled than a clown with fuzzy, red hair!
He is growing up too quickly by the day,
and like a rebellious grown-up...he puts up more resistance,
but if he thinks he'll get away with his childish mischievousness,
aside form being rascal but cute, in a second I'll wisk him away!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
rascal, childhood, children, funny, sorry,
Form:
Quatrain
They called him sweet little rascal
He was their life
The ‘sweet’ was gone first
He was their little rascal
He made them throw away the ‘little’, as it was too heavy for him
He was the rascal then
Now he understands the dimensions of “RASCAL”, the love is long gone
Categories:
rascal, how i feel, life,
Form:
Burlesque
Under your twisted lips, runs a wooden tongue called time, you have drained the city of all that is divine,and your tongue is rolling over into your head as if you are getting ready to expose the dead. You went on a shooting spree, committing murder in the first degree, mashing up sauce and pans while you infiltrate the substance all over the land.
You bear the mark of the Antichrist in your stomach and the beast curled up in your back side while the guitar is strumming silently in your head as if music is your only gift and sardines, are your only dish.
Retrace your steps and look in the hole and you will see how far the tunnel has gone into the river bed and what about the clock above the wall? It’s time for you to get out of bed and take a long cold shower.
Your wildest dream is buried in your heart and it has been with you from the very start, walk up the road and turn around the bend and you will see the lion occupied its den, you can tame it from outside but don’t make the mistake and go inside, your wildest dream is full of pride.
The morning is looking for you and the afternoon has its wing all over you, the evening and nights are filled with delight but the dragons are active after midnight but the firefly will lead you into the light.
I have seen you wailing on that road with Illusion covering your face and reality leading you to a woeful embrace. The train is speeding and you must recuse yourself from the track before you get hit in your back.
Setting up late at nights to roll the infamous dice has set off a new course of action with marinated duck clucking in the oven and sauté beef frozen on ice watching the curry chicken dancing on top of the plate.
They set up all night waiting for you to try on a brand-new pair of shoes; I don’t think it will fit because deception is stuff in its sole. It’s too small for your feet and I can feel the Cinderella heartbeat spreading the heat.
This is more than fifteen-year-old inquiry of a man and a woman on a reckless and deceptive journey and the schemes that they use to obtain the price came at a horrendous sacrifice both man and woman fell into the ditch leaving a painful bridge behind and we finally got them off the pitch.
Categories:
rascal, anger, corruption, emotions, eulogy,
Form:
Narrative
A parody of ‘Once In Royal David’s City’
Once that rascal, David bit me
On a mattress in a shed
Nine months on I had a baby
And my dad said David’s dead
My mum went completely wild
Jesus Christ, you’ve had a child
David was no gift from heaven
He was not much good at all
In fact he was barely able
Two quick thrusts and that was all
But that poor obsessed boy told me
I think this condom was holey
Now I’m tied, I have to see him
Through his brief but screaming love
But my child, alone and gentle
From just thirty seconds lust
So I led young David on
And now I am five months gone
Categories:
rascal, humorous, parody,
Form:
Lyric
You Did It, You Rascal
By Elton Camp
The captain was asleep in his bunk
When the berg was hit with a thunk
His trust was put in the wrong place
Now, it’s he who the music must face
Though he didn’t know a thing about it
There are those who loudly doubt it
“Although another was at the wheel
She knew very well how you’d feel.”
“That an iceberg the ship to strike
Is the very thing you would like.”
It put the captain’s reputation on the line
Why would he think such would be fine?
Company president he wanted to become
Would he approve a thing that dumb?
He spends too much time at the table
But to call him stupid, who is able?
Categories:
rascal, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Silver-Glint, Smart-Gentleman
Graciously-Handsome, (Good-Lookin’)
An Eyesight-Satisfaction
Sight-For-Sore-Eyes Attraction
Real Sweet, and Sense of Humor Too
Like Bud-Light, This Tribute’s For You
Down In The Delta, Spoutin’ Poetry Better
Than An Alligator, Trying To Keep His Leather
And Just As Tough, When He’s Had Enough
‘ like That Nosy Neighbor, Talking ‘bout His Stuff ’
He’s gonna put Her in a Scary Movie Too
And When He Do…
Wish I Could See It, On His Porch-Preview
( … Ryerson, You Rascal, You ! …)
Hey, Buddy, Pal (smile) From Poet-Gal
Just Because, You're You ....
MoonBee
Categories:
rascal, dedication, friendship, funny, introspection
Form:
Light Verse
rascal
villainous scamp
the ultimate bad boy
scoundrel who gets all of the girls
leaves their broken hearts all over the place
others pick up broken pieces
satisfies girls a bit
still pining though
rascal
Categories:
rascal, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rictameter
A scampish little rascal was he.
Dancing truth on the silver sea.
Collecting nickels for his fee.
Slapping his tummy at the baby’s knee.
Singing loudly with yellow chickadee.
Using phrases like wanna-bee.
Living in sin was the key.
We called him little Dicky Dee.
Lived every single second with glee.
Was a friend to all you see.
Lived to be a ripe ninety-three.
What better scamp could ever be?
Categories:
rascal, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
There he is! Even now the rascal sits behind me!
Shall I share it or not?
Not.
Categories:
rascal, confusion, introspection, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
My mind is king; I thought it is everything!
It makes me blink; it makes me think
It gives me joy until I die
The only problem with my mind… Where it is, I cannot find!
It is my memory; it is my mind
It is my intellect - one of a kind
My greatest treasure is my mind
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
The body I can see; the body I can find
Likewise I am sure; I have a mind
It is not yours; I know it is mine
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
Suddenly, I realize these are not my mind…
My intellect and my memory are of a different kind My mind is a monkey; a rascal my mind
The only problem with my mind… Where it is I, cannot find!
I then resolved to kill my mind
The rascal I vowed, I must grind
It made me worry; it made me fear
Enough my dear, no more tear
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
I made my intellect rule my mind
I shot down thoughts of a monkey kind
I wanted joy and peace of mind
No more my king, my rascal mind
I realized then there was no mind…
It was a rascal! No need to find!
Categories:
rascal, allusion, anger, anniversary,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Whispers spoken…fears awoken…we all say ..there is no way whatsoever that he can play on the 2nd day..his foot’s broken..
But whatever…this is the.. oh so clever if a tad crazy .. nothing will phase me..masterplan from a remarkable cricketer…a remarkable man..
Will have a stab at it…just goes to the fab Rishabh lab and can simply do things no one else can..
Do we toast…flatter our rad madhatter batter…conventions does shatter with his inventions..but did almost beg…good intentions..don’t do it mate ..doesn’t really matter..
Watching this great hobble on one peg while his other leg…at the bottom had an egg…
What if it burst could get worse..but can’t sate his thirst..cricket comes first..
What the hell…what a delicious debacle ..was vicarious…vicious..visceral…after Stokesy’s nefarious spell…
Pant did eventually get gobbled by Archer’s pernicious wizardry of wobbles to a southpaw..
The Rishabh rascal castled.. but will never ever forget what we saw..
His foot cooked…his hand crook…but his special nook already in history booked…should it have been allowed..
But so proud..can’t be overlooked..scanned every fan in the stand…so loud..rising from their seat.....
They all bowed..so grand to see his latest feat..bowlers still briefly panned and canned..
In the perverse ..converse but always frightfully ..delightfully diverse Rishabh land..
Those extra runs shown on the big screen…reminded of that 80’s band Heaven 17..
Introspection…painkiller injection.. such dedication…still didn’t stifle for a wee while..
The all thriller no filler..out of kilter…no filter.. skill and will
Of our..once in a generation..Rishabh rifle sensation…
So contagious…. so tenacious… so outrageous.. so audacious…so courageous..
It made no sense..was absurdly tense…but no pretence…in the otherworldly Panto - verse it was as always… resolutely .. absolutely immense..
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Categories:
rascal, sports,
Form:
Free verse