Best Shenanigans Poems


Premium Member Pumpkin Patch Shenanigans

Pumpkin Patch Shenanigans


Puff white cotton candy, royal blue sky 

Autumns breathe over a breadth of meadow lie

Tillage field vines pumpkins that catch a bird’s-eye

Grandpa and black bird grand-kids are back in a flyby

Causing havoc with their big pumpkin patch shenanigans 

Fearless Scarecrow having an epic heyday and merry-go-round in the congregation 

Stands terrifying and saying goodbye to all that flyby in jubilations

 10/14/2015

Contest : The Doesn't Fit Contest

Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Shenanigans

There was an old lawyer named Ruth
Who didn't mind bending the truth.
No scoundrel too bad,
If money he had.
He'd have pled self defense for Wilkes Booth.

For Carolyn's
lawyer limerick Tied for no. 1

Premium Member Shenanigans

A clatter in the backyard
loudly drew my attention.
Curious to witness the commotion,
I rushed to look out my patio door
and saw a scurry of impish squirrels.
I'd hung a new bird feeder,
tauntingly just out of reach,
and they were determined to conquer it.
Intrigued by their lively shenanigans,
I sat in a chair and started to watch.
Failing to gain a foothold,
they began using their wits.
I laughed at their nimble, clever antics,
as they improvised alternative ways
to ultimately claim their just reward.
One kept leaping off the roof,
yet it would always fall short.
But failure could never halt their mission,
and sure enough, one tried it from a tree,
landing smack on the feeder with a thump.
And they both came crashing down;
backyard squirrels are tenacious.


Black Friday - More Holiday Shenanigans

~Black Friday~

With the turkey out of the way
It's time to do some shop and save
Black Friday...here we go again

I am up at three o'clock
So I'll be at the door on the dot
Shopping like a mad whirlwind

Pulling up to Walmart
Grab myself a fresh shopping cart
For when the doors open up at five

Like a horse out of the gate
Your own fault for being in my way
Just count your blessings that youre still alive

Beat the crowds straight to the back
For a little snatch and grab
Gotta have the newest wide screen T.V.

Blue hair had my T.V. in her cart
Took her out with a karate chop
Sorry granny it's either you or me

Next set my sights on this kid
With no clue of what he did
Or how he ended splayed out on the floor

In the remote car shopping isle
And it may take that kid awhile
To remember who, what, when, or what for

I next wildly veer off to the right
For that set of Ginsu knives
That I use to hold back the forming crowd

With it being the only set left
I Samurai it over my head
Which  quickly clears out the entire Ginsu isle

With my shopping about done
I sweep shelves into my cart on the run
Figure I can sort it all out later

At times it's hard to pick and choose
With the attitude of I hate to lose
Anyways I figure they owe me for all my labor

When I get to the front of the store
There's bookoo bunches of crowds galore
I've never seen such a long drawn out line

So I clear the path in front of me
Taking people off at the knees
They'll surely think twice the next time

Before getting in my way
And my day of shop and save
Already planning for next year my friend

Satisfied I head for the door
But I tell you not before
I turn and say Happy Holidays and Good Will Towards Men!
Cause that's just the way I am...

Treasured Untold Shenanigans of Santa, His Elves and Reindeer

only by a fluke did I manage 
   to worm winning trust 
   among Christmas elves and reindeer
confident this generic guy, 

   would never breach scandalous 
   tidbits, into a an underground impregnable   
   air-raid shelter, the motley crue  
 
   tied blindfold over my eyes, didst steer
me hermetically sealed 
   sound (cloud) proof bunker

while ensconced (security detail munchkins, 
   who just so happened tubby *****
   minded entrance portal)
only after getting the thumb up signal, 

   whereat nose pies planted 
   espionage surveillance devices
   the chief head honcho and attendents, 
   Smoky and the bandits respectively, 
   magically, andhandily did ap pear

and despite one hundred percent bug free, 
   a whispered stance opted just to make sure 
   no unwanted eavesdropper could overhear
plus every participant swore an oath, cuz 

   any leaked real or “FAKE” information, 
   would spell imminent demise to be near
the upshot, sans grave emergency 
   d escribingclandestine arraignment

involving some rogue elf 
   (most likely at least two), 
   and a misbehaving reindeer

(names withheld to avoid any spoiler alert, 
   plus this entire kit and caboodle 
   necessary to help Saint Nick

got wind, (and subsequently reined in) 
   a rave party with orgiastic 
   sex, drugs and rock and roll
   that a band aided elf(ves) 
   laced with Pepper Minstix  
   (anonymously hashtagged Sodom and Gomorrah) 
sullied pure as the driven snow repute, 

   when alias Sugarplum Mary (“FAKE NAME”) 
   detected snorting cocaine
code named Alabaster Snowball,
while additionally 
   besmirching her virginity 

   via coital cavorting
   amidst a Bushy Evergreen
shaking as if frenzied 
   with feverish boogie woogie flu

which seductive, prurient, 
   and master baiter friend zeed 
   (spunky gangnum style) Shinny Upatree    
   which could slay Wunorse Openslae reputation 
   as substance abusers, 
   and sex offenders if not worse.

Summer Shenanigans

Summer Shenanigans




Pickpocket poor boy

summer days working the crowds

not that poor right now




05/21/16


Premium Member Footle - Late Night Shenanigans

Late Night Shenanigans

Tattoo
Undo


Let's Keep Footling Around - Poetry Contest
19 Aug 2014
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.

Shenanigans

Sitting on a hill with the sun in our eyes,
Blinded by the light, but no one really minds.
Enveloped in music,
Caressed by the grass,
Dreaming of our futures,
Reminiscing in our past.

One kid saw a cloud shift into a dog,
As we lay out on our backs,
A pink sky fades to black.

The fire spits a shower of ash,
But it looks pretty in the dark.
A rain of embers,
A burst of sparks.

We chant and sing together,
To each other, and the sky,
Using melodies and harmonies,
To warm us from the night.

We all start to shiver,
And the fire slowly dies.
My spirit flies,
My heart sighs-,
And I float downriver.

A new day can come,
Yesterday can leave,
But I won't grieve.
I've learned to live and love,
Laugh, smile and grow,
The memories are enough,
To fuel the desire for a tomorrow.

But frankly those nights,
My crowd and those guitars,
Are my happiest moments,
As we unravel by the flames,
Until morning's light,
I'm content.

Premium Member End of Alphabet Shenanigans

here becomes there if one adds a T
and where when one adds a W
and zher, which is ‘here’ in Mandarin  
if one removes an E and adds a Z
which rhymes with V
though some pronounce it Zed
which rhymes with Ted
which brings us back to T 
almost nothing rhymes with W
but I really want to do U 
and make S rhyme with X
and you know Y.


12/18/2020 - updated 1/1/2021

Mine Deplorable Shenanigans Trumped

I don got nothing but terrible
reviews bruited about
dip pressing field day
me (Lothario wannabe) 
trumpeted execrable lout,
a garden variety baby

boomer father without doubt,
his own shameful paternal
shenanigans cavalierly he did flout
dwarfed teapot dome scandal,
thus one look no further,

or send out a scout
herewith infractions distilled,
though personally, I strongly advise
ye to go trout
fishing in America,

with a master bait
tour and/or subsist
on circa 1521 a.d. vintage date
diet of worms, well preserved
nearly five centuries

since team did excavate
cuz his narcissistic
propensity, brought fate
fool downfall wool find you
fist pumping imaginary pugilist great

reflexively recoil, at the ingrate
asper adultery, terrible
black barbs caused psyche dial late
bacchanalian debauchery,
marriage did mutilate

philandering prurient lechery,
et cetera (albeit kinky),
he did participate
heatedly enough to generate
electricity to induce perms

in every man, woman,
and child, or make poker straight
tightly coiled locks, whose weight,
sans comb bind
terms oven destined

with hot sizzling endeavor to find
my inner Elvis a vis with curled lip, 
and daily pelvic grind
tryst ting mounting with hind
quarters sighting derriere
rearing to groove while inclined

at a sixty nine degree angle hull lined
for maximum fair moan to get mined
licentious behavior spurred from celibate
marriage, hence call of the wild pined
tubby satiated, and

subsequently huss signed,
thus within web of treachery
"FAKE" Casanova did wind
up gaining independence as
a Norwegian bachelor farmer.

Shenanigans

Shenanigans

A friend’s best laughter!
Shenanigans and tricks
End monotony.

©  Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    1/ 5/ 2008

Tofurkey- Holiday Shenanigans

After all these many carnivore years
You can call it guilt or you can call it fear
I've made up my mind to decide
I'm going vegan this November time

So I broke down hard and read some books
Heard some tapes on what it took
From veggies steamed to veggies raw
From beans of green to yellow squash

As my nightly dreams were all filled with meat
I pushed back hard with collard greens
But still had no clue of what to do
With a turkey substitute 

And that is when a friend came in
Who Tofu's the line at turkey time
So I read more books and heard more tapes
On Tofu fried, boiled, broiled, and baked

Opening up my kitchen to fine cuisine 
Minus the best part...that being meat
As I promised myself I can make this work
My Tofurkey  would be the finest in edible art

I had bought  my Tofu by the pound
Lucky for me it is pliable
As I stretched and pulled and pulled and stretched 
Until I had something that looked like a head

With my artistic abilities seriously in doubt 
I'm pretty sure what I conjured was the head of a cow 
So I pulled and stretched and stretched and pulled 
No ones going to call me an abstract fool

As I bring to boil the "Rodin" juices in me
And baste at my skills repeatedly
Where I come up with a turkey, giblets and all
And just for good measure I gobble a turkey call

Of course cooking the thing is another road and
I sadly lost Tofurkey 1, 2, and 3 in the explosion
When 4 hit the score I invited my friends
Whose friendship with them will take time to mend

Just because a turkey looks like a turkey, don't mean that it is
I'm now learning all this while I clean up the mess
As forks went to the mouths at the very same time
So did the retching along with the crying 

But in a month they'll forget this entire sordid ordeal
When they get the invites for my Christmas holiday meal
With my time in the books and tapes I will spend
Looking forward to  Christmas and a delicious soy bean ham


*This is a repost of a repost I once posted... all in good fun!

Premium Member Political Shenanigans

Political Shenanigans
By Franklin Price
11/2/2015

Political shenanigans
Will finger pointing ever end
Not until the one who's pointing
Has no reason to defend 

Whether verbally or visually
If finger pointing comes your way
It's either profit or distraction
That they hope will make their day

The candidates and media
Self-absorbed and ego pent
Whatever suits their fancy
However twisted and/or bent

Nothing is protected
Whether it was done or not
If you are involved with politics
A pig in mud is what you've got

I'm sure that there are honest ones
Who begin with open eyes
They've come to clean up politics
At least the parts we all despise

So they run and are elected
Our best interest in their heart
Most soon are trying out the mud
Sling a little do their part 

Then wonder how they got there
Lied and cheated just a bit
The establishment pulled me right in
I tried to fight but had to fit

If I am reelected
So much better I will do
I promise I will straighten out
And be there just for you

Richman Shenanigans

How is it my fault that I took a leap of faith 
Like any naive girl in townships looking for good life
I mixed with wrong people who promised me soft life in Dubai 
Excitement journeyed my mind to things I can buy
Little did I know I was sold a lie

Girls are labeled slay queens to hide richman's shenanigans 
No one questions them how do they lure young girls into sex slaves 
I was just a young girl hoping for a better future 
I bought into the lie and paid a hefty price 
I found myself high and hopeless 
Obedience was the only way to break free from their clutches 

You've seen videos for Dubai trapped girls 
Nothing is demeaning than eating feces 
I have no dignity left except hope that you'll understand 
Love is kind
Love is understanding 
Love believe all things 
My only hope is that our society live past through my ordeal 

I did not leave in my own accord
The bait was too deep to spit it out 
If I had a return ticket I was going to comeback home running 
I had one way ticket to hell
I took to social media out of desperation
I thought my story will benefit the nation 
So I said let me make this donation 
Sacrifice my life to save just one life if I did not make it out alive in Dubai 

I hope my honesty did not blacklist me from being loved  
I'm not asking for sympathy but your understanding 
Human trafficking is not anyones fault but a Richman shenanigans. 
I hope one day you I will forgive myself and live a normal life again. 

Please forgive me for failing to see past their lies 
I hope we still have a chance to start where we left it off
We had a good thing going
I'll understand if our path never cross again 
We were both victims of Richman shenanigans

Premium Member Shenanigans and Poppycock

Shenanigans and poppycock -
         the wild wood with unrest.
Will amazon deliver the chest

of acorns and walnuts before Winter sets?
On their “I” phones, those with bushy tails
don’t want to work            for nibbles. Kips,

after a long, long, long day of texting,
waiting, shopping.    Others hoard or steal
those treasure troves from every tree.

        Collectibles, particularly nasty -
why would a little squirrel want a Barbie,
when a grownup can buy out and store
each box, in perfect shape,    for a decade?

“Play with your phone, little kitten.”
Shenanigans and poppycock,
finger-licking goodness of ‘rents,
loving the kits    with abominable gifts.

11/15/2022
Contest: THE CRAP SHOOT #2
Sponsor: John Lawless

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