Best Rolly Poems
Smelling
Woody, sweet, aroma
Christmas pine tree,
Weaved with Bright blinking lights,
Topped with a starlit top.
Feeling
The Brrr ... chill of the night air
Brrr ... freezing cold of the North Pole.
Listening
To the sounds of the wind
For the Ring a ling, jingling,
Ringing of the sleigh bells.
Watching
Moonlight shadows dancing
On the walls as they take
Different fantasy shapes
Waiting
Jolly, rolly, “Ho, Ho, Ho”
White beard Santa
In a white fur trim, red velvet suit.
Seeing
Santa’s sleigh just went zooming by
Fading off to nighttime dreams
Making every minute count.
12/16/2024
Categories:
rolly, children, hope, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Free verse
Though "Self praise is no recommendation"
Still I know I'm His best creation.
Now I would like to tell
So let me come out of the shell.
I'm nobody but an eight
Before zero in weight.
Just a little heavy and rolly-polly
Like a ball that is called volley.
Lazy, quiescent and a bit stupid
Actually I'm an innocent cupid.
People call me a fool
and that makes me feel cool.
Meaning of my name is to worship
But that's the thing we can always skip.
"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet"
I'm Archana and my friendship would be a treat.
Dt:30/11/2015
For the contest 'What's in Your Name'
Sponsored by C.T.
Categories:
rolly, feelings, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
I smell the
fried sausages
bacon and eggs
fried bread, toast,
mushrooms and
tomatoes.
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
Ismell the
Steak and kidney
pie, loads of potatoes
veggies galore and
buckets full of gravy
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
I smell the
Aftermath of beans
on toast, covered in
melted cheese, where
do I start the more I
eat the more I fart
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
I smell the
Dessert, jelly and
custard, spotted
dick to, jam rolly
polly and a chunk
of plum pie, all on
one plate piled up
high.
Now pass me a human
I need a tooth pick
Categories:
rolly, funny
Form:
My bunny rabbit is so bold,
always wanting out.
From the hutch I keep it in,
since it got so stout.
Sits there wriggling it's fluffy ears,
and the tip of its pinky nose.
He's such a rolly polly guy,
and knows it I suppose.
Just like me he can't resist
temptation in his way.
Munches through four carrots,
then lays down in the hay.
I'm tempted now to let him out,
just to watch him play.
Brush his long shaggy hair.
But then I know he'll stay.
Because I can't resist him,
and the joy he brings to me.
All evening now we'll cuddle up,
on the sofa and watch T.V.
Categories:
rolly, animal, fun, pets,
Form:
Rhyme
The best things that Christmas guarantees
Are the festive, digestive joys of cheese
No holiday platter is nearly complete
Without the familiar fumes ... of feet
Softening chunks of wafting wonder
Offered up aged for you to plunder
Those holey and rolly blocks to devour
So properly plump, and soddenly sour
There's no better bits for a yuletide slacker
Than great gobs of funk on a crispy cracker
And stuffing a sock or a Christmas Buddha
Is perfect diversion for a gram of Gouda
Or perhaps just a nip of Neufchâtel bliss
Bouncing its stink for a mistletoe kiss
What better addition to the bells of a sleigh
Than vino with bread, and a cheese in decay?
Or, the ideal pal for a proud poinsettia?
Why, a warmingly wonderful wee wedge of feta!
No matter what floats on the holiday breeze
It's ALWAYS out-funked by a good ... Christmas cheese!
Written and submitted on November 18, 2018
For the "Write A Poem About Cheese" Poetry Contest
Barry Stebbings, Judge & Sponsor
Categories:
rolly, appreciation, christmas, food, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
The cold, crisp air bites
inviting all to bundle
like fat sausages
Categories:
rolly, seasons,
Form:
Haiku
Ring a ling, jingling
On a magical fairy tale
Sleigh bells are ringing
Brrr... freezing cold North Pole
“Ho Ho Ho”
Joyous, rolly polly, white beard Santa,
is already singing and swaying
in his white fur trim red velvet suit
ready to put smiles on all his children
big and small out in the world
“Ho Ho Ho”
On Christmas Day
elf’s he’s employed
enjoying their busy work
singing, swinging, and tinkering
to tunes of Christmas music
making lots of noise on a
nimbly, assembly line
creating, never frustrating
new toys to stuff in Santa’s bag
for the joy in delivering
to all the girls and boys
“Ho Ho Ho” Merry Christmas!
Santa’s sleigh just went zooming by.
11/26/2016
Children Story
Categories:
rolly, children, christmas, earth, fun,
Form:
Free verse
The rooster led his harem forth
into the garden for a party
There they would dine from mother earth
Aphids on roses, worms they ate harty
Queen Ann's lace was laced with caterpillars
And rolly pollies ate Day Lilies' leaves
Biddies fed 'pon tiny grasshoppers
for summer was there to please
The Bee Balm and Fever Few had not been
touched by summer's butterfles; Rebecca
had yet to open her blooms; Daisies soon to begin.
Spring blossoms now nearly gone, summer the garden wrecker
The rooster, his hens and biddies loved the party
As among the flowers they pranced and ate smartly
Inspired by Cyndi MacMillan's contest not an entry...
Categories:
rolly, fun, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
I brought you home
for I could not resist
that pushed in face
and rolly girth
From the first time I saw you
it was just ment to be
tho the dollar signs
are still something I see
your short and stout
and you wear a mask
and you've learned quite well
just how to ask
to eat or drink
to sleep or play
and your learning more
with each passing day
The love that you give
has filled me inside
with more love to give
for the rest of your life
So, hats off to
the black masked mug
with that soft wrinkled face
on a fawn colored pug!
Categories:
rolly, best friend, celebration, cute,
Form:
Prose Poetry
A large pile of elephant excrement is neither resembling a tortoiseshell coat or a brown handbag but playing dodge ball on a busy motorway could be considered to be akin to a wonky attic vibrating at over 10000 kilowatts a second. Dare to cross a spade with a diamond. And hearts often laugh in a club house city. Ooh wow a calamity clam jumping around. Greatly releasing a board game over an icy rink. Terminate then germinate. Pointless picking puck ups playing poker. How remarkable the dark maroon moving grinning bush. With shades. Trying a terrapin waltz should not ever be attempted in a casserole dish. For beans have eyes and hair and roll roll rolly round and round. Particularly on angled blades of grass. Next in the line is a warbling wheel. Placket of a packet packeted and peckpockpick. Dancing with a mane. Whooshing through atmospheric conditions and pressurized promenades. Always the lark of look. Always the dim of dinner. And now go eat a dim sum bracket wearing a long sleeved pullover whilst chatting to a very pleasant and personable flower. *** floristic fauna frantically feeling fakes *** gun grab geraniums ghostly got grabbed *** underground undergrowth uniquely underwent underwater. *** unification *** ha ha ha centrepiece of soul. ***
Categories:
rolly, anniversary,
Form:
Elie Saab creates haute couture
For women who are silm, demure
It’s not for rolly polly me
With little bulges you can see
Elie Saab is my hero bright
He lights up the red carpet night
He dresses are simply divine
But oh…not a one can be mine
I’ve got no cash for such finesse
Plus..I won’t fit the lovely dress
So here is how I live the dream
I spray his perfume in a stream
Once I tried his amazing scent
It clung to me where’re I went
Oh, but it carried a high price
To have it would be more than nice
Valentine’s Day… what did I see?
A present waiting there for me
Hubby and daughter shared a look
As I unwrapped, my fingers shook
“Oh, God please, help me not cry
If Elie Saab won’t meet my eye”
There it was in its glory fine
Elie Saab perfume, it was mine!
Now Elie Saab is what I wear
The scent makes me able to dare
For it makes me feel quiet sublime
So sexy in “couture” so fine!
Eileen Manassian Ghal
Categories:
rolly, me, me,
Form:
Couplet
He teases me 'bout my “rolls”
‘Bout the bits that jiggle
But then he’ll squeeze every bit
And bring about a giggle
And when he’s there in my bed
And I’m just typing away
He'll reach for a roll or two
A sweet pastime of his day
I wish I knew what he wants
Must I lose weight from my arms?
But then what’s left to play with?
I’ll lose my big woman charms….
So I just turn a deaf ear
When he jokes about my weight
Cause when the boy wants to play
“Rolly Polly” satiates!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
rolly, how i feel, identity,
Form:
Quatrain
I know a boy named Willy Wolly Way
Parties all night and sleeps all day.
He is a boozer. He is a shmoozer.
Like a tomcat,he must stray.
He is a layer.He is a player.
I know a boy named Willy Wolly Way.
I know a girl named Milly Molly May.
She wants a baby in the worst way.
She is a cutie.She is a beauty.
Has her sights set upon her prey.
She is insistent.She is persistent.
I know a girl named Milly Molly May.
Billy Bolly Cilly Colly Drilly Drolly Filly Folly Gilly Golly Hilly Holly Jilly Jolly
Willy Wolly Way and Milly Molly May
Went up a hill,but not for water.
Milly Molly May forgot her pill.
Nine months later,she had a daughter.
Oh,so glad was Milly Molly May.
Named the infant Dilly Dolly Day.
Oh,so mad was Willy Wolly Way.
So indifferent to Dilly Dolly Day.
Milly Molly May took him to court.
Tried to get some Child support
"I'm not the father",said Willy Wolly Way.
The judge said,"Give me your DNA".
The test confirmed Willy's worst fear.
The judge said "ten thousand bucks a year".
Willy Wolly Way,didn't want to pay.
He left the city the very next day.
Milly Molly May,moved to L.A.
Became a stripper to support Dolly Day.
Lilly Lolly Nilly Nolly Pilly Polly Quilly Quolly Rilly Rolly Silly Solly Tilly Tolly
I know a boy named Willy Wolly Way.
A fugitive in the U.S.A.
He's in a jam now.He's on the lam now.
God knows where he is today.
He couldn't bother being a father.
I know a boy named Willy Wolly Way.
I know a girl named Milly Molly May
She got married in Californiay
She is a dreamer.She is a schemer.
Has a kid with another on the way.
She is so happy.They have a pappy.
I know a girl named Milly Molly May.
Villy Volly Yilly Yolly Zilly Zolly Brilly Brolly Crilly Crolly Drilly Drolly Frilly Frolly
Flilly Flolly Grilly Grolly Glilly Glolly Prilly Prolly Smilly Smolly Shrilly Shrolly Stilly Stolly Shmilly Shmolly Trilly Trolly Zrilly Zrolly
Now,that's the story of Willy Wolly Way!
And,that's the story of Milly Molly May!
Categories:
rolly, anger, betrayal, change, daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Been mistaken for Santa Claus
More than one time over the years
Could be my big fat rolly belly
Or my beard from ear to ear
It's kind of cool when a little kiddie
Comes up to me and tells me this
"Once I saw you last Christmas Day
And you gave my mommie a kiss!"
Kids always say such funny things
Some of them can make you blush
A little guy told me I was really fat
Must eat a big bunch of mush
Wouldn't think of shaving my beard
Or losing a big bunch of pounds
Cause then I'd miss these little kiddies
And their amazing ability to astound
Before I end this long dissertation
There's one thing I really must extol
Don't ever lose the tiny person
That's living within your soul
©Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
rolly, childhood, me, me,
Form:
Quatrain
My "FAKE" Genealogical Knighthood
Unbeknownst to me if royal
gilded crests comprised
my rusty dust caked coat of arms
hence, I take liberty successfully farms
productive crop to contrive fictitious
Medieval Age forebears
with favorable charms
strong agile hands
hurling crude accouterments
centuries prior to invention of firearms,
which weapons (of mass sieve construction)
privy to proto gendarmes,
this inventiveness of mine conjures
courageous knights in shining armor,
perhaps monogrammed,
hammered chain metal,
nonetheless such endeavor quite a chore
where love's labors not lost,
viz hub bully accepting, condoning,
and employing embellishments extempore,
whereby solar rays alight,
flickr, and glint glore
re: us astral motifs, the stellar
craftsmanship one (even a poor,
indigent destitute beggar
like yours truly)
could not ignore
exquisite baldric, exotic, and heraldic
trappings incorporating magical lore
aesthetically pleasing
fascinating, and appealing to one poor
uneducated disheveled rhapsodic bohemian
incumbent jibber jabbering, hallucinating,
and fancying deplorable basket case to restore
himself, the legitimate true heir,
who could double as
courtly jesting troubadour,
whose slain grand papa Aaron Harris
violently ousted during Uber Vodafone War
constitutes dreamy gotcha your
attention fabricated and
facilitated to Zoar,
an actual ancient city
anachronistically inserted here
thanks to Lot, whose Biblical reference
Google made me aware,
which ye probably care
nary a fig about, but
placename linkedin mere
to allow, enable and provide bare,
lee tenuous appeal dare
ring me to trump
poetic formality near
rolly returning full circle (one tough Job)
manufacturing prevarication
recounting "FAKE" heir
essentially envisioning, imagining,
and jimmying gallant
high in the saddle career
timeless lifeline chess piece
of centuries gone by
enshrouded with reverence by this air
rent considerably less provocative
then missives by Baudelaire.
Categories:
rolly, adventure, age, courage, creation,
Form:
Dramatic Verse