Best Sherry Poems
Coffee, it is evident, is not Sherry's cup of tea;
She likes spirits like sherry and brandy
and knows the ropes of winemaking to a tee;
An oenologist by profession, like her pal Brandy,
found her niche in viticulture. Numbers of spirits
she's tasted, as a sommelier whose forté is wine
tasting. Oddly enough, she will actually whine
if I try to talk her out of dealing with other spirits.
She's involved in paranormal practices
and that chills me to the bone. She will lock up
in her tiny cubicle for hours to "communicate
with the beyond" and claims to have connected
with certain famous individuals after their
departures and says they are doing fine.
At least she says my "poems" blow her socks
off but I ought to massage her ducky feet
so that she read my verse. If I don't, she socks
me right in the gob! I feel I accomplish a feat
without an oxygen mask. It's not easy to bear
whatsoever the task of massaging her bare
dogs though I'm glad I don't have to polish
her toenails. She never paints 'em. Her Polish
friend concurs that Sherry is a little cracked
in the upper storey.
Dating a 146 IQ girl isn't all it's cracked
up to be. End of story.
I'm wondering: If we were in the North Pole
would she be barefoot so often? The Pole
thinks so and misses the golden days
when they both made money doing pole
dancing. "Boy we would definitely daze
the men at the club. They voted each night
for the best dancer. Most times the polls,
I have to admit, were in Sherry's favor.
Jolly times. But don't you dare have the gall
to say a word. She helps folks lose weight
today and loves it. Be kind to my half-Gaul
half-Brit friend and don't have her wait
when she wants foot massage. You would
be putting your foot in your mouth. Now go
put your feet up." Well, knock on wood,
the Pole's words made me feel lucky. Yo!
Sherry, The One That Got Away
By Rick Rucker
Sherry was the one that got away,
I remember her to this very day,
She was quite a winsome lass,
I was far below her class,
Her brother was a friend of mine,
I first met his sister, with a smile of Sunshine!
I went to his house to swim in his pool,
There, I made myself the perfect fool!
I was drying off, and standing there,
When out walked Venus, with raven hair!
I was not merely tongue tied,
Had I not averted my eyes, I might have died!
Just then, my heart suddenly stopped,
But for paralysis, I would have dropped!
Understand that I was shy,
Too afraid to talk to her, I won’t lie!
Just to make matters worse,
A song came out, to add to my curse,
Frankie Valli sang a song,
To, my embarrassment, prolong,
The title was graced with her name,
It made feel even more lame,
A line of the song asked her on a date,
To never have the courage to do that was my fate!
I had a rich fantasy life,
In it, she starred as my wife,
We were so much in love,
Birds serenaded us from above!
I imagined we had little need of clothes,
Writhing together, we would curl our toes,
Finally the balance of the Universe I had to restore,
I could not take it anymore!
I began to think like Machiavelli,
All because of Frankie Valli!
With her brother, I did pick a fight,
So that I could sleep at night,
So that I would see her never more,
In time, my heart became less sore.
In time, I learned to be more assertive,
Not merely giving girls glances, furtive,
I even fell in love and married,
But, sometimes at night, my thoughts tarried,
On the memory of that lovely girl,
Who, among the swine, she was a pearl.
Whenever I read about two people, married forever,
I kick myself for lack of guts I never,
Asked Sherry on a date,
Therefore could not become her mate,
I do not know what might have been,
Had I not been the most timid of young men.
I hope she has had a wonderful life,
I did, and a terrific wife,
But still I sometimes hear that song,
And instantly, I know that I did wrong!
I do feel the need to air my intent
O, the smell of your sweet seductive scent
Your sensory feed draws me even closer
You make me a lyrical composer
I take a sip of your inner essence
and feel it is affecting my cadence
You intoxicate my moral fiber,
make me into a marital liar
Too much serenading a problem
Now I begin to believe I’m awesome
Tales of such grandeur fill my public stage
Soon I stutter and forget my own age
Mellow brought her little sister Tipsy
This merry threesome will lead to empty
you know I'm not much for birthday wishes
but take this heart felt poem as one
with gentle dreams of joy filled fun
and know I'm thinking of you
throughout my every day
and even though I
haven't seen you
for awhile
I miss
you
09/17/15
A boy named Tracy & A girl named Sherry
Young and in love they decided to marry
They had their ups and downs
As most young lovers do
And after giving it their all
They decided they were thru
But when it's meant to be
Not even the strength of the Hell Hounds
Could halt a love so true, so real
A love with no bounds
Over the years they have kept in touch
Meeting in places and talking on the phone
When you see them together, they act like kids
And it seems apart they had never grown
After all the toils and troubles
And many years apart
They still love one another deeply
They each complete two halves of a whole heart
No matter how hard they try
No matter what they do
Pure, genuine, unconditional love
Has a power hold on you
Things are meant to be for these two
Just you wait and see
For there's a true love story
Between Sherry and Tracy
Form:
(A confession.)
She was as a tender flower,
Blooming in the early spring.
Such innocence, such kindness of heart,
Such a fragile thing.
From some other world than mine,
So trusting and naive.
A perfect mark for me (poor thing),
So easy to deceive.
All of nineteen years and,
Still so non-judgmental.
The love she showed for everyone,
So cutely sentimental.
I knew I could win her over,
By masking my rascalinity:
This was a natural for me,
- Hiding my true identity.
It was such an easy thing,
Manipulating her pure heart.
I feel guilty even now but,
Not sorry I played the part.
I'm amazed that I found her,
Such a plum for the picking.
I could tell she had no suspicion,
By her later puzzled thinking.
Talk about confusion,
Of tremendous size and scope,
Yet, she overcame the shock of me,
And even learned to cope.
Changing this wild ass,
Into a somewhat tamer beast.
And although much, much later,
even fitting me with a leash.
But I still have a grip on
This relationship, you see,
I only give in,just enough,
To keep her here with me.
We've heard of all the virtues,
Love, meekness, kindness, grace;
I'm reminded of them all,
When I look into her face.
I know its oft' been said,
that opposites attract:
Well, with us, Im sure,
Its a very well known fact.
In raising our four children,
She was the perfect mother.
For that steadfast love,
We shall always adore her.
God, in his great wisdom,
Seems to give us what we need:
In this,Our family's case,
We're convinced its true indeed.
I shudder when I contemplate,
What would have been my end,
If I had not met Sherry,
My love, my wife, my friend.
Sherry my dear, I confess,
And to the world, I swear its true:
The day I became complete,
Was the day that I met you.
You would not deceive someone,
The way that I did you:
But I did what I had to do,
To win your love, so true.
Copyright © Lionel ... [2004-02-14 16:18:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)
Sherry was an old-fashioned valentine’s day cat
She loved sitting on fluffy day beds, cushy and fat.
Her parlor had a floral valentine’s day welcome mat
Gift from her latest amour, a tomcat named Pat
The trouble is that Pat’s sister is more than a bit of a brat.
Peskier than a mosquito, a fly, a hornet, a bee or a gnat.
Even though Pat’s presence made her heart go pitter-pat
She decided to release him due to the antics of sister brat.
In a scene where the character, Carrie,
shoots her hand from a grave, brave Sherry
jumped right out of her seat,
but to friends would repeat:
“that movie was not EVEN scary!”
Feb. 26, 2018 for the Make me Laugh Contest
There is a lady named Sherry
Who’s laugh is a blast quite merry
When asked if she shaves
She says no right away
Her cats prefer her legs hairy
In a lovely village near the dell lived Jerry
He had an affair with a gallon of sherry
Imbibing the whole bottle,
He pulled hard on the throttle
And wound up very drunken in Londonderry.
Written April 8, 2022
Show me roses summer fair,
Or light of star and sun,
I know Sherry everywhere;
There is no fairer One.
Take I left or take I right,
Or take I up or down,
Sherry's smile is in my sight,
And all my fair be found.
Vow me hours singing sweet,
Or rhyme me verses dear,
None of these is so complete
As "I love Sherry" here.
Stack me gold, record me praise,
Or cast me towers high,
I would cut down half my days
To have my Sherry nigh!
Once upon a time undefined by algorithm
In your arms you had me
As we slow dance to mild blues
Our hand and legs in a lover's tango
Like a puppet,you spun me to the rhythm
The walls echo my laughter and glee
So carefree, a heart that never felt a bruise
Once upon a memory forgotten long ago
Your tight grasp slipped away
It hurts to remember
The tempo increasing
How you caught on but I was stuck
know your place! you said,make it work! they said but u were faraway
I helplessly watched our fire burn out to a dull ember
Your whispered promises of a life of love unceasing
Were forgotten or did I run out of luck?
Once upon a time I blamed me
It was a race and I couldn't keep up
Sunbeam cast it's glow of a new beginning
I was more than enough,too much for a coward
If two do not work together,how do they agree?
I rock to the morning beat with a sherry in my cup
I am lucky, I am free, I am winning
One step at a time,never again will I look backward.