Best Roly Poly Poems
A nubile young vicar named Jude
Was seen swimming, totally nude
The bishop said WOW
Just look at you now
Your assets - they need to be viewed!
Fiction write!
07-05-17
Invited him home for a drink
A toast as their glasses did clink
Robes down on the floor
Performing a chore...
How far will this story now sink.
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
The vicar bent over to pray
The bishop could not look away
So for his protection
Took up a collection
A robe now conceals his display
WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN
I think this story about being nude will sink low
I will tell on those guys, all I know
Those two men are not holy
The bishop's roly-poly
And the vicar used to be in a nude girly show
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
The bishop was feeling romantic
The vicar thought the man pedantic
When the vicar turned around
To give the bishop a frown
The bishop gasped, "Lord, you're gigantic!"
WRITTEN DALE GREGORY COZART
Said Jude, will we both go to hell-
Said bishop, you never can tell
But please will you turn
I've got carpet burn
And my knees are beginning to swell
WRITTEN BY GARY SMITH
As the bishop continued to stare
He thought such a body's not fair
To see the nude vicar
was hard on his ticker
and soon he had to change underwear
WRITTEN BY ROGER ADAMS
Mother Teresa told me so
In the heaven we’ll dance too slow
If you want to come
Bring us some Rum
Otherwise you may stop and go
WRITTEN BY PASHANG SALEHI
btw... What would the Pontiff say?
Would there be hell to pay?
Or would the Pope
just drop the soap
and hope he'd be invited to play
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
When suddenly a knock at the door
they decided they'd rather ignore
in walked the pope,
joined in the group grope
next day they were all saddle sore
WRITTEN BY DANIEL TURNER
The pope thought it not at all freakly
when asking the other men meekly
that if they were game
and would do the same
they could set up appointments weekly
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
Jude's assets developed so well
As the bishop could obviously tell
But you might be surprised
How it grew to that size
Well, he used it to ring the church bell
WRITTEN BY RAY GRIDLEY
07-06-17
Categories:
roly poly, body, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
I remember those days when just a kid,
the old ten shilling note, and the odd quid.*
Teddy boys in their drain pipes, fur collars
smelling of nicotine, street wise scholars.
Conkers,* glass alleys* and comics as well,
bow and arrows, gat* to ring the school bell.
Electric tram, trolley bus and steam train
holidays in Blackpool, not yet in Spain.
Left over stew, dripping dispersed on bread,
a choice of marg or jam, not both was spread.
Roly-poly pud with custard, oh yes
school dinners, oh the ridicule the stress.
Journey in to space radio drama,
while bathing in a tin bath pure karma.
Medicals at school and nit nurses too
combing for the eggs, washing with shampoo.
No drugs, only cigs in small packs of five,
fifty fifty dance halls, old and new thrive.
Outside loo, oh them freezing winter nights
oil lamps, a candle to enhance one’s lights.
High street fish and chip shop charging nine pence,
potato crisps, tab* of salt to dispense.
Tanners,* hape’ny’s* and those threp’ny* bits,
meccano sets, clockwork trains came in kits.
Motorbikes, British pride on just two wheels,
Triumph, BSA, a nation reveals.
Alas long gone these balmy days of laze,
happy to have played a part in this phase!
*Quid:::: A one pound note (UK)
*Conkers:;;; Game played with the fruit of the horse chest nut tree.
*Glass Alleys::::: A type of Marble for the game of marbles.
*Gat::::: A catapult, or slingshot..
*Tab::: One brand of crisps in the UK, place a small blue pack of salt in each packet
*Tanners:::: A sixpenny coin
*Hape’ny’s::: A halfpenny coin
*Threp’ny bit::::: A Threepenny 12 sided coin, also called Thrupence depending where one resided in the North of England
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© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
roly poly, nostalgia, school, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
"All alone! Whether you like it or not,
alone is something you'll be quite a lot!"
Quote from- Dr. Seuss, Oh, The Places You'll Go! And The Larax
________________________
Sometimes I am utterly, totally, entirely lonely,
There are days all I want to do is eat macaroni;
And on the carpet play roly-poly with my doggie,
Secluded and apart, toasty, cozy and all solitary.
Alone in myself, all alone wholly and sorrowfully,
Altogether silent, oh I enjoy the quiet completely;
Lonely can be good for writing a long, long story,
Or penning a sweet verse or rhyming a little poesy.
So when you feel lonely, just be still and write poetry,
And don't be sad, don't be afraid and don't be angry,
Just be lonely.
___________________
August 7, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/"Utterly, Totally, Entirely, Lonely"
Copyright Protected, ID 07-698-175-07
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the contest, Dr. Seuss Quote Prompt,
Sponsor Casarah Nance
Seventh Place
Categories:
roly poly, loneliness, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
On the Sixth Day
On the sixth day God created the animals
Oh what fun creating the animals;
Rolled up each sleeve to create all the animals
On the sixth day.
God made cats and dogs and hogs and frogs
Elk and moose – mongoose on the loose;
Singing birds and fuzzy chicks –
The Lord in Heaven even made a tic? Ick!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made camels, rhinos, laughing hyenas
Lions, tigers, funny stripped zebras;
Robins that fly and pigs with curly tails
Roadrunners, coyotes and the slowest snails. Beep! Beep!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made leopards, cheetahs, elephants, oh my!
Bumblebees, ladybugs and all the butterflies;
Bears and badgers, bunnies too!
Koalas down under then made the kangaroo. Yahoo!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made otters, dolphins, seals and grey whales
Beavers, peacocks, squirrels with their funny tails;
Worms that slither and tortoise that creep
Wombats, meerkats, silver fox and fuzzy sheep! Baa!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made gophers, manatees, long-necked giraffe
Anteaters, platypus just to see us laugh;
Walrus, polar bears, doe eyed deer;
Possums and skunks, not to fear! Whew!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made crickets, fireflies, marmots, muskrats,
Jaguar, walking sticks, radar guided bats;
Beavers, ferrets, woodchuck, raccoons -
Made the wolves who howl at the moon. Howl!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made crab and shrimp and gooey ducks
Lobster, cows, grasshopper ruckus;
Horses, ants and donkeys forlorn
But, God didn’t make a unicorn? Oh no!
On the sixth day God created the animals.
God made gophers, panthers, giant roly-poly bugs
Gold fish, spiders, clams in shells -so snug
Birds that swim and fish that fly
All these creations – my, oh my! My, oh my!
On the sixth day God created the animals;
Oh what fun to create all the animals;
Rolled up each sleeve to create the animals –
On the sixth day! Yeah!
Categories:
roly poly, animal, bird, creation, fish,
Form:
Lyric
CHARM SCHOOL
They found two heavy charmed quarks,
the other one, straight up for larks.
One up and two splendidly rotund,
you ain't heavy, you're a baryon.
A poised new baryon in inner space,
you’ll define and describe your place.
What flavor is there for today,
in your fleeting quick decay.
Collided winks in mass array,
a subatomic burst display.
A glimpse of lithesome spinning up,
with your two roly-poly pups.
On binary cycle mass to mass,
heavy bits just moving past.
In pas de deux the lithesome one,
sails around the chunky ton.
Your four times heavier than most,
a source of energy is not your boast.
But may the Strong Force be with thee,
as we foretell in Q C D.
We just hate what you’ve been named,
It’s greek to us and so untamed.
Called: ka-sigh-see-see-plus-plus,
I dub thee, Hippo-part-icus.
-Edlynn Nau
Written: October 7, 2017
©April 8, 2019
This was after this new unusual particle was discovered in July of 2017 and I’m just getting around to finishing it. Dedicated to the team of the LHCb experiment.
Categories:
roly poly, dedication, inspiration, perspective, science,
Form:
Rhyme
the parishioner sits on my lap.
his little legs dangle, his
beat up sandals slip.
i raise his hand with mine.
he pulls it back.
i clap.
his hands, like bookends
put a stop to that.
silently my hands in play
weave together.
my thumbs become doors.
the pointers are steeples.
i open the doors —
the people quietly say, “hello”
i close the thumb-doors.
now all fingers are pressed together
in prayer.
the little parishioner
slides one hand to his left,
the other to his right,
in a righteous hug.
then he curls next to grandma,
like a roly poly
and pulls her butterfly sleeve
over his legs.
my mind wanders, thinking of
yesteryear, with glares
and such, but my little guy
contains himself,
but for a slight mischievous play
with grandma —
who loves him so much.
9/1/2019
Then little children were brought to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked those who brought them.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” When he had placed his hands on them, he went on from there.
Matthew 19:13-14
Categories:
roly poly, child, grandson,
Form:
Free verse
The once was a Pick-a-Dilly Lily,
well, she was all green, don't you see?
Though her friends ran about willy-nilly,
she sat on the ground 'neath a tree.
Dumpty-Down rolled on by shilly-shally,
never stopping to spark, or play,
even acorns would not dilly-dally,
it seems they had nothing to say.
Lily's head bowed in sadness, she whimpered,
"Am I jealous, that could not be!"
Then an ant walking by said "It's simpler!"
if you could get up, then you'd see.
Fair Lily prayed all the day long, "Oh, please."
she wanted to run, to move 'round!
She prayed to the birds, she prayed to the bees,
she prayed to the thunders loud sound.
The next morn Lily spied Roly-Poly,
a fat man who said, "come with me,"
Now, she sit in a vase holy-moley,
not under that fine acorn tree.
The moral right here is really quite clear,
green with envy, you should not be,
be happy where God plants you, my dear,
and enjoy the shade of oak tree.
*See About the Poem
Categories:
roly poly, childhood, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Jam roly poly, treacle sponge
And sticky toffee pudding head the top of my list
But apple pie, rhubarb crumble
Or a decent cheesecake are hard to resist
Banana splits, eclairs or brownies
Dumplings, nougat, cheese board or mousse
Crème brûlée. Fruit cocktail. Yoghurt
Serve it up and set me loose!
Rice pudding, Christmas pudding
Let me say it loud and clear
Summer pudding, Eve's pudding
Figgy pudding - bring it here
Cottage pudding, Diplomat pudding
Pancakes served throughout the year
Plum pudding, mango pudding
Put it on a plate and cheer
Hasty pudding, Saxon pudding
Vanilla pudding, chocolate pud
Yorkshire pudding filled with treacle
Make winter evenings warm and good
Sussex Pond pudding, sweet biscotti
Semolina (if that counts?!)
Panna cotta, profiteroles
Gâteaux. Meringues in any amount
I guess spotted dick is a bit of a worry
But to bread and butter pudding, I say "bring it on!"
I could plan on a flan, or a lardy cake
Or butter with glee my scone or scon'
Mince pies, cobblers, baklavas, strudels
Loaves and pastries - all tell a story
Even blancmange has a heritage
To match or beat our knickerbocker glory
There's fruit tarts, jam tarts, custard tarts, egg tarts
Milk tarts, cheese tarts, butter tarts too
Tarts from Manchester, Liverpool and Bakewell
French tarts, Jamaican tarts - to name but a few
Buns from Chelsea, cakes from Eccles
Wafers and muffins from all over the place
Doughnuts filled with jam or chocolate
Made to squirt on your shoulder or face
Strawberries & Cream, Eton Mess
Artic rolls and brandy snaps
Trifles should always be trifled with
If laced with sherry - it's a perfect nightcap
Sorbets leave the palate tingling
Fritters fritter your cares away
Waffles and crêpes warm the spirit
And sundaes are perfect for every day
So, whatever we may call them -
Be it puddings, sweets, desserts or afters
They taste best when shared with company
Served with a spoon, a smile and laughter
Categories:
roly poly, food,
Form:
List
When I was a lad about nine or ten
Summers were long school holidays great then
I played in our street we had so much fun
Me and my mates in the warm summer sun.
We felt really safe as we played in our street
We respected the bobby as he walked his beat
Cricket and football in the street we would play
My mate smashed a window we all ran away.
The girls played skipping with their hair in a bow
We would rather play fight , climb trees you know
We would play marbles and conkers make paper planes too
Me and my mates found plenty to do.
We even built a trolley using wheels from a pram
We chased all the girls they squeled as they ran
The days were so long much time to kill
I remember playing roly poly down that grassy hill.
We tried to build a raft with some oil drums tied to a big plank
We took it to the river guess what it sank
I had so much fun growing up as a lad
I was bit of a rascal but good times we all had.
Bobby is a slang word for a policeman
A trolley is like a gokart but made of wood
A conker grows on a Horse chestnut tree. You thread string through the conker stand facing
another person with one and take turns hitting each others conker until one breaks off the
string
Categories:
roly poly, childhood, funny
Form:
Rhyme
CHRISTMAS - Santa Versus Jesus
The 25th of December is the day of Christmas
were we all celebrate the coming of Jesus
yet we represent that day with a roly poly little man
called Santa Claus, why do we do this ?
why is Sant Claus sitting in department stores
amusing children and spreading the Christmas spirit to all,
while the birth of Jesus Christ is forgotten as if he
had never been born, the Bible has always been
a respected book and Christmas is a sacred day to all,
yet we give Santa carte blance over Jesus, I feel
there needs to be change as Jesus is the religious reason
that Christmas is being celebrated, while a pretender has
virtually taken his throne, I feel Santa Claus and Christmas
Trees should be replace by Mangers and Jesus, to
commemorate his birth and what he eventually did to save
man from his sins, I am not a religious man but do believe
religion should replace commercial venture and Santa Claus
should be replaced by Jesus, as he is the true King of Christmas.
Categories:
roly poly, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Should my home catch flames; ABLAZE
simply one collection shall I salvage
to spare my brain waves from becoming a maze of craze
ahhh...my beloved Poet Trees shall survive...as to my soul they arrived with much thanks
but NEVER from clever, contrived, silly, pink think-tanks
rather; they gather where my third eye winks then blinks
and just as the silly mind sinks to sorry new lows
a brand-spanking-new tree's seed grows
keeping me on my two FEETS' toes
fueling my soul with free flows; chill as "Chili Fritos"
freeing me from creaking sinks and freakish stings...allowing me to sing where the air
lends friends that bend, like ten thin yogi's zens and the wind blows like Hurricane Hugo's
saving grace in the face of disgrace, I increase pace, to beat Hell's fire, in this race
my Poet Tree's divinity, lies within tiny limbs and hymns weighing in on the decision keeping Rosy posy prosey in my vision
instead of hording my corny flicks n' flings, or rings n' things, like holy-cannoli rings, or roly poly bling, that I surely do not need or eat like knish treats or fish meat
so while it may seem strangely neat to see me refrain from placing fame on games n' things like Gnip-Gnop and my freakin' flips n' flops...I say "Let them flames burn red instead till they don't stop!"
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***Note to reader... the "POET TREES" mentioned in this piece are a depiction of an extremely insane catalog of thousands (nearly all hand written) original poems I am fortunate enough to have written in life. They are absolutely the only physical possession of true value to me, as they are detailed visions, dreams, and documented journeys I will NEVER take for granted! Mankind often tirelessly politic, fuss, discuss or argue about ability to "be a poet or a real writer" within academia and other literary circles. I make a living as a humble writer and I say, who the hell cares! This is NOT a talent, it is a very vivid experience and I am merely a journalist, just like all of you. I encourage each one of you to listen ONLY to the "WELL SPRING" placed within the guts of our existance~~~~~~~~JSLambert~plant your seeds and read the Poet Trees!~
Categories:
roly poly, fantasy, funny, imagination, music,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
In days of yore when I was four, in my memory I'm sure
there was nothing that you could buy called low fat
you got meat from a cow, and pork from a sow,
pound of lamb from NZ and that was that.
Butter from a pack, there was nothing that it lacked,
spread it thickly and then top it off with jam
or on it's own when times were hard,
and cook your chips in a pound of lard
and deep fry lots of lovely fritters made of Spam.
On the high days and the holy finish off with roly poly
burn it off by playing footy in the yard,
as we kids all stuffed our faces the majority of cases
found that doing up our laces wasn't hard.
So I think it rather strange how the times they've slowly changed
in our best interests to make us really thin
that the products we are buying really must be surely lying
as so many are now bursting out their skins.
In the papers every morning there's a scientific warning
of the problems that we store up for ourselves
as we go off on a jolly with our supermarket trolley
desperately trying to empty all the shelves.
As I sit and watch the fuss as they struggle on the bus
using scooters sticks and frames to get along
all I'm seeing is human beings and before my thoughts start fleeing
in my head they ask 'where did it all go wrong'?
Categories:
roly poly, health,
Form:
Rhyme
Hey, you, chillin’ in my spot,
why did you not ask
if I’d mind you sitting there
in your Bandit’s mask?
Couch potato (not some man)
just a real cool cat.
Where’d you get your cattitude?
I want some of THAT.
Where might be my popcorn bowl
left where you now sit?
Did you steal it? Because I
wanted more of it!
With your bushy big black tail -
knowing what to do -
you sit comfy on your tush;
making me serve YOU!
Here’s a kitty treat, ok?
Roly poly pet,
let me rub your tummy tum.
How purr-fect you get!
Written in 7/5 Trochee Poetry form, Oct. 23, 2017
for the Picture Prompt Contest: Write Me Something Funny Contest
of Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Categories:
roly poly, cat,
Form:
Rhyme
Little legs t r i p and f u m b l e,
bodies lay in a j u m b l e.
Silly pups are full of play,
roly poly all the day
3/21/17
qijue/jumble
For Broken Wings Form J - Jueju contest
Categories:
roly poly, dog, fun, innocence,
Form:
Jueju
butterflies and friends
ragged winds depart
snow maid leaves a farewell kiss ~
robins lay blue eggs
wisteria blooms
calls to butterflies and bees ~
roly poly bugs
silky cocoons sway
butterflies unfold new wings ~
earthworms wiggle toes
winds tickle green wheat
chartreuse barley peeks through fields ~
butterflies arrive
busy honey bee
visits pink apple blossoms ~
ladybug parades
cadence of spring life
scampers through fading blizzards ~
watch out for stink bugs
4-18-23
Syllables checked with www.howmanysyllables
Categories:
roly poly, butterfly, spring,
Form:
Haiku