Best Scamp Poems
Off his leash, he escapes,
diving under a chair.
Through each room of our house,
he darts here; he darts there.
Little scamp can’t be caught.
He careens crazily.
For his collar I reach,
but he dashes from me.
To his food dish he goes,
Ah! My time has now come.
He is back on the leash
and unable to run.
I know our puppy will calm down in time.
We find his toys and bones he likes to bite.
We gently rub his tummy as he lies
beside us with the coming of the night.
Lullaby, Doggie.
Lay down your head.
Sweet dreams for our Snickers
asleep on our bed.
for the Contest: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep--
Rhythm Poems
Categories:
scamp, dog, , Lullaby,
Form:
Rhyme
I know a scamp who chortles frabjously
as in the springtime galumphing he goes.
And just to show how wacky he can be,
he makes his tongue point up to touch his nose!
He has no wicked claws or eyes with flame
to match those of the manxome Jabberwock.
But just beware his jaws. Although he’s tame,
he can’t be stopped once he begins to talk!
I vouch that he can jabber endlessly
and have me at the end of my short rope.
My ears just might fall off one day, for he
gyres gibberish just like a gyroscope.
I dub my beamish grandson “Jabberwack”
for how he acts and how he loves to yak!
For Debbie Guzzi's "Go Ask Alice" Contest
Categories:
scamp, family, funny, Grandson,
Form:
Sonnet
I cry when I think of the loves lost,
Embraces missed, hands not held;
While I encased my heart in frost,
Whither nice young men repelled.
The fresh boy who remembered,
Me from our old primary school;
I wish now I had surrendered,
And not dismissed him as a fool…
The teen who wanted to take me,
To the final-night feast at camp,
He was vastly too short you see,
Although a very lovable scamp!
The classmate who collected essays,
For me from the marking pile -
And lingered to give me praise;
Wish I asked him to stop a while.
The earnest young student who waited,
To talk after Friday social-tea,
He is one I ought to have dated;
But I thought him too pious for me.
Taller, smarter, or just plain weird,
I saved myself for him who loved not;
Leaving the sweet boys who appeared,
To find other girls to tie the knot.
When I grew wiser I knew to miss,
The fine menfolk I had passed by,
Lost many opportunities for a kiss,
As I had a crush on the wrong guy.
11/5/2017
Categories:
scamp, feelings, longing, lost, lost
Form:
Rhyme
The joy of birth, the growing up,
leads us to adore our lovely babies.
But not, alas, without the toils of life.
Because we experience a lack of sleep,
contend with baby vomit,
or idiotically putting on his boxer shorts
completely the wrong way around.
Yet all is part of being loving
to a newborn child. Sometimes
I get the weird, unworldly feeling
that I'm the worst grandpa of all.
Perhaps it's just that I'm getting old.
Try lifting the chubby scamp a little while
and oh my poor back simply aches.
And if he cries I must find out
what ails the urchin, my dearest pet.
A dirty nappy? Someone take care,
mother or granny, it's their job I'm afraid.
But if it's a bottle of milk he wants,
or nibbling a few small pieces of cereal,
then I am game. Bring on the glorious food.
And when he sleeps, I'm just in heaven,
contemplating the profound miracle of life.
For though he's not directly mine,
he's the continuation of my genetic line.
And so I worry if he coughs or wheezes,
or falls whilst crawling, adding to his bruises.
Awake he's smiling, a gurgling bundle of joy
that makes me proud, he's Nicholas my boy.
NB Nicholas, my grandson, is now 18 years old, studying dentistry at University (first in class) and has a driver's licence too.
Categories:
scamp, grandchild,
Form:
Free verse
Farewell, au revoir, goodbye, convivial summer.
The day is late now, and the breeze is warmer.
A vacant ocean-side barricaded motel.
Wild geese are soon flying in lines as well.
Vacation homes drop their literate barricades.
This rich sweeping green tone will soon fade.
In this season, buds and fruits are abundant.
Melons and garden load are ardent.
Tanned skin, sailboats, and folded linen suits.
When the world is more positive than disputes,
Pollen irritates the sinuses of sensitive patients.
Now they've fled to the farm, the coast nascent.
Stop their passing endeavor at escape.
The Ferris wheel in LEGOLAND is agape.
The Cape no longer trades in quirkiness.
A glum family descends from the murkiness.
To welcome their offspring back from camp.
Mature year, scarlet maple boughs, raised scamp.
Sunburned shoulders disappear at summer's end.
Goodbye to the peasant's headband.
Goodbye storms and dirty white shoes.
Goodbye summer friends, pants, shorts, and cruse.
Farewell, tennis peculiar desire to be difficult.
Farewell picnics, ice tea, and plane trips, munificent.
Written: August 19, 2022
Categories:
scamp, analogy, appreciation, beauty, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
There's mischief in the air, and in the sky
Rises fair, sublime, and rare - Blue Moon.
Son of Venus, hidden, now lets fly
An arrow to a chaste fair maid who soon
Shall spy a youthful eager boy and sigh
As through the dance hall wafts a wistful tune.
For she, with goddess body silken-clad,
And rosebud cheeks and locks the color wheat,
Turns - the first she sees - a simple lad.
She's drawn to him - this boy that she must meet.
He sees her too; his countenance turns glad,
For she approaches with a smile so sweet!
Her face feels flushed; her blood now courses fire
beneath the spot where Cupid's dart was thrust.
With lingered gaze she speaks her soul's desire.
A feathered touch. To have him now she must.
Her honeyed voice and breath. He can't respire.
Her scent; the darkened room! He feels the lust.
He takes her by the waist of her soft dress.
They slowly move along the corner floor.
His fingers wrap around her back and press.
She leans into his body, wanting more.
Her fingers tread his neck; then they caress.
And next he leads her to the exit door.
She follows, not protesting, to his place,
Where, on the floor, their clothing soon is flung.
They fall onto his bed in an embrace.
With pleasured aching, soon they're lost among
the tangled sheets as bodies interlace.
He touches where her silken gown once clung. . .
Winged scamp with cherub's face and ready bow,
You laugh at each new fool that you waylay.
For love of reckless passion born, you know,
can't last. She wakes, and you've since traipsed away.
She gasps and shakes. The lad is dealt a blow,
His face once loved - now loathed by light of day.
Categories:
scamp, passion,
Form:
Narrative
Fiddle Dee Dee Scarlet says when asked to nap with the other girls
I want to party she argues, dancing with her feet, her hair in curls
She sneaks down to where the men are and takes Ashley off
Expressing her love which is rebuffed, she hears a man’s cough.
It is that renegade, Rhett Butler, who is a scoundrel and a scamp.
You are no gentleman sir she says, and flounces off in a stamp.
Rhett is immediately smitten, and decides to woo this little pretty.
The Yankees are coming, Civil War is taking a toll on Atlanta’s city.
Belle from the brothel gives money to Melanie for the troops.
Melanie is Ashley's wife; she, takes it with appreciation, no hoops.
Scarlet marries sister’s beau, Mr. Kennedy when she sees he is rich.
Scarlet is truly a conniving, self-centered, diabolical b……
Gone with the Wind has humor and laughter and heartache galore.
I would ask that you read it yourself before I spoil it by telling you more
Categories:
scamp, books,
Form:
Rhyme
A Lack of Appreciation
By Elton Camp
It was on a cold 1940 September morn
That in a big, brick building I was born
I must admit, for I know it to be true,
My father never gave the payment due
Yet, to that place, a privilege it should be
To have born there one as illustrious as me
In later years, when in town, I drove by
Just to tell the place of my birth, “Hi”
But finally there came to be the awful day
I passed to find that they had torn it away
To flippantly demolish a historical place
Seems to me to be shameful & a disgrace
At the very least, how could they dare
Not to place a historical marker out there
“In this place was born a scrawny scamp
Who grew up to be known as Elton Camp
Categories:
scamp, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
The Labradoodle
It’s clear that the scamp is a Poodle
By its frolicsome dabble and doodle
But add a big part
Of the Labrador’s heart
And you’ve got the whole kit and caboodle
The Labrador Retriever (Lab)
The Lab a friend gave to his daughter
Had a chronic aversion to water
He’d cling to the shore
Like a rug to the floor
To avoid making waves like he oughter
The Lagotto Romagnolo
It caused quite a local kerfuffle
When he called a potato a truffle*
By the time it was done
A committee of one
Went and cancelled his license to snuffle
(*known for their skill at finding truffles)
The Leonberger
There are dogs that are bigger than these
Like some Mastiffs and Great Pyrenees
But few are more stately
Or admired more greatly
For their grace and perpetual ease
The Lhasa Apso
Just repeat: Lhasa apso not ipso
That’s a facto: I’m sharing this tip so
You don’t make a flub
With the whole Lhasa Club
While they contemplate your membership so
The Maltese
I once knew a Maltese named Tawny
Who was quick and ill-tempered and scrawny
While protecting a crumb
Nearly took off my thumb
Now he sleeps with the fish in the Suwannee
The Mastiff
The Mastiff’s a glorious sight
With a name that exemplifies might
Now imagine this house
The size of a mouse
A “toy mastiff” just doesn’t sound right
The Mutt
A mutt may show up with a rat
Do some terrible things to your hat
But he’s happy for sure
Just to roll in manure
And so grateful that he’s not a cat
The Newfoundland (Newfie)
One day on the nearby horizon
He encountered an ornery bison*
And though it was large
The Newfie took charge
Mattered not what the difference in size in
The Norwegian Elkhound
Look honey, look what I found!
It’s an orphaned Norwegian elkhound!
He’ll be easy to raise
With some love and some praise
And a pasture that serves as a pound
Categories:
scamp, animal, cute, dog, funny,
Form:
Limerick
GOODLUCK
Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Our feeble lord enforced by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail waiting surrogate to lead to unending journey of relief
Lackluster, jejune as pervading rot lingers
Unvaried captain rocks our boat, gagged around by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, pauperdom and miseries mocks the reign of naivety.
Kleptocrat adorn self in regalia, loved the honor. lacks duty
EBELE
Embezzlers of collective trust bequeathed in hope,
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched our obtuse scamp
Egregious, craven, shrieked at the sound of war (I am not a lion)
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps
Encumbrances from his delinquent clan divide the love for mother land
DAME
Damp squib's duchess of indecent tongue, never feels a vestige of restraint
Academic 'double misnomer' with licence to libel,
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity.
PATIENCE
Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults
Adventurous nerve for futile globe trot
Twitchy at the affairs of state, though Unemployed by sensible Poll
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity
Euphemistic drama Usurps Scrappy literacy on cultured observers
Crude verbiages to amuse myriad of eggheads (my Fellow widows)
Encomium of Yesterday's approval turned sour and Tsar inept mode prevails
Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking for 2015)
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as "hoipolloi" echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looted the poor to a blindfold
Tyrannic cloaked his garb in power busted on the streets with the troop
Higgledy-piggledy bugled the travesty of Democracy
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured among a troop we die helpless
Categories:
scamp, corruption, crazy, culture, heartbroken,
Form:
Alliteration
He loves bumble bees
try to get him to leave them
he gets stung, too bad.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.18/2015
I try my best to get my small dog to leave the bumble bees alone, because he likes to eat them. They have a hard enough time as it is. He acts like he's stupid when it comes to eating them or leaving them alone.
Categories:
scamp, animal,
Form:
Haiku
They say in the Bedouin camp
The Geanie is really a scamp
Sure, he’ll grant you wishes
Of romance or dishes
As long as you’re rubbing his lamp
When I read this story I knew
That none of the story rang true
For I had an uncle
And he had this furuncle
That he said would grant wishes too
But according to my loving Aunt
The only thing that thing would grant
Was a wrist with a sprain
Then she tried to explain
I’d go on but I really can’t
Categories:
scamp, family, fantasy,
Form:
Limerick
Cher,
Love everything about her, especially her hair.
She sang about a scamp, a camp and a bit of a tramp.
She’s a V.A.M.P. Vamp.
Categories:
scamp, tribute,
Form:
Clerihew
You crouch low behind a tree
anticipating my fate.
And hiding where I can't see
you grin and patiently wait.
Then suddenly, you appear
wearing your smile like a shield.
And unable to get clear,
I have no choice but to yield.
I laugh hysterically
till trickles of pee begin.
But you won't stop tickling me,
much to my shame and chagrin.
Then you flee, you little scamp,
leaving me upset and wet.
And you think that you're the champ,
but this isn't over yet.
You got me this time, my dear,
but you'll soon pee yourself too.
For when your daddy gets here,
we're both gonna tickle you!
(Quatrain)
5/4/2015
Categories:
scamp, children, family, feelings, fun,
Form:
Quatrain
He's such a cute little dog
enjoys it, when you play around
his chew rope he loves to hog
loves being wrestled to the ground.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Jan.27/2013
We've had Scamp now for almost 6 months. We adopted him from the SPCA, just down the street from where we live.
Categories:
scamp, dog, imagery, inspiration, january,
Form:
Quatrain