Best Ricky Poems

Did you hear about Ricky the Raccoon
Who found a cat who had swooned
He returned it back home
In case, dazed it did roam
His reward, a night on the toon







Francine posted an image on Facebook to write about, this is mine.
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A puppeteer and a columnist
Two greeting persons of great talent
A writer and a simple artist
Met in New York on a bench God-sent
Acquaintance that brought humor and scent
To watchers and walkers awed with skill
Moving and talking puppets that shrill...

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Ricky looked like a bandit ,for across his face
was a wide black mask that he never could erase.

See, Ricky was a critter who was born that way,
and to think folks hated him caused him great dismay.

Often Ricky wondered why God had made him look
like what...

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Lucille (“Lucy”) Ball
Her desire for show biz fame is anything but small
Plays the wife of Ricky the Cuban drummer
How she goes about it could not be funnier.

Desi (“Ricky”) Arnaz
A full-time job reining in his kooky wife he has
Loves Lucy with all his heart
And his conniving...

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There once was a boy of three
Ricky was just as cute as could be
He got a bottle of orange pop
From his Grandpa's barbershop
Which leads to great adventures, says he




Follow the adventures of Soda Pop with Richard Lamoureus...

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Well, they said it's illegal, immoral and sick
But I couldn't resist attempting the trick
So I found me a monkey, a snake and a duck
And I hoped it would work, with a wee bit of luck.

I decided the music of Franz Ferdinand
Was exactly the way I...

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I'm living in the moment & you're looking for forever, I'm being the best worse me, I am way too clever, I can lap you in a drag race, I'm way ahead of my time a real conundrum in space

Spit game is the best improv...

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your so mega loud and your freak-in flashy 
oh... And how!
you no (know), know (no) one see the things 
you plan under the blank of helpless night 
Oh! not quite... 
your so dang fast and your so... 
not working alone 
why you've got a many...

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Where has my inspiration gone
Why is the well so dry
My best friend left the earth
And now I’m wondering why

I cannot find the words to tell
Of how he’s missed so much
I could always depend on him
He was my lifes greatest crutch

Whenever I had a problem
I’d give...

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Ricky and John.

Ricky and John, Oh! How they belonged.

Ricky thought John to be so very strong.

John thought Ricky to be so very wrong.

Together they would play to their mother’s dismay.

In a coal ben some of the innocent day.

More to their mother’s dismay the more they...

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Ricky, you may have been around the world.
You have seen many different flags unfurled.
Is it true you found a girl wherever you went?
I would say your time was very well spent.

You knew a pretty senorita down in Mexico.
Up in Alaska, you saw a cute little...

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SIGH SO SKY


Cotton comes to you to quantify softness
Silk seeks you out to see supreme silkiness
A rose rises to you to remember a rosy aroma
A swan swims toward you to see sanctified grace
Cezanne would say you are syncopation and symmetry
Baudelaire would care to bow before...

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His name is Ricky
He's gone for good
He was so beautiful
No one understood!
She went to work
And when she came back
He was laying there lifeless
He had suffered a smack
She cried and cried
Her little Ricky was gone
She could not help him
The damage was done!...

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SIGH SO SKY


Cotton comes to you to quantify softness
Silk seeks you out to see supreme silkiness
A rose rises to you to remember a rosy aroma
A swan swims toward you to see sanctified grace
Cezanne would say you are syncopation and symmetry
Baudelaire would care to bow before...

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I sit on my stoop
watching him wander the street,
skinny as all hell,
scraggily hair and scraggily clothes,
coffee in one hand,
and a smoke hanging from the other
plus a baby boy’s face 
you’d never expect.
Peach fuzz clings to his cheeks
as he shakes from the cold.
I watch him wander...

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