Best Skidoo Poems
Waterloo Clerihew 23-Skidoo
Napoleon Bonaparte
1769 Corsica is where he got his start
One of the greatest commanders in history
His manner of death a 200-year-old mystery
Napoleon played it close to the vest
With his armies he was always the best
But 'twas nothing he could do
When he met his Waterloo
Lived his last few years under house arrest
Napoleon drank the water and headed for the loo
He did nothing different than you or I could ever do
Be kind to your skin and protect your bone-a-parts
Remember that's where good hygiene starts!
who knew?
firstoff, i wish to say, but not overdo,
that i never knew, what the new gnu knew
he never really said very much, and i knew
he wouldn't as such, since, being a new gnu
he hadn't much clue 'bout what to do
the previous gnu had a more worldly view
from Kalamazoo journeyed east to Timbuktu
beyond Katmandu south, down to old Peru
been many places, wore out many a shoe
but always believed that he'd come through
he got entangled with a bit of a shrew
a South American sheep, a hot-blooded ewe
that took every opportunity to scold and spew
venomous accusations that were mostly untrue
she really raised a big hullabaloo
he, being the good gnu we all knew
tried to smooth her feathers, to gently subdue
her wild angers towards that wildebeest
but, to little avail to say the least
yet it was the best the old gnu knew to do
he bleated that his love for her was true
she neighed loudly that no, they were through
she saw him now, from a whole different view
said she was leaving, that he should not pursue
for all she cared, he could turn into glue
she knew now she wanted the new gnu to woo
the new gnu knew amorously what would quickly ensue
but couldn't overcome with analytical review
certainty of grief from passions point of view
love's cliff came careening into abysmal view
"Ewe are what I want" the new gnu cried anew
in turn the ewe replied "i will always love you"
we'll build a life we always wanted, long overdue
have many children, a whole herd, a gnu ewe crew
we'll be happy ever after, in our own petting zoo
the new gnu thought he'd just follow through
but things went awry, let's say, far askew
the new gnu knew he'd met his own Waterloo
it wasn't long, you know, 'fore the ewe went skidoo
without even so much as a fond adieu
then the new gnu and the old gnu began to renew
a friendship, from which they both, had withdrew
i don't wish to insinuate, and not misconstrue
the bond of companionship the gnus lovingly grew
when old bonds are severed another comes on cue
now the gnus know what all beings should too
happiness and contentment depends on your view
you never know what the turn of your screw
in pursuit of a felicity, unknown hitherto
gets new gnu possibilities coming out of the blue
...thank you...
© Goode Guy 2013-05-31
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CharlaXFabels
23Skeedo
This is a cliché. That's my name for an old aside or an adage here we go into the
world of CharlaXFabels once more gentle reader ewe 23 Skeedo. 23 skidoo
(phrase)
23 skidoo is an American phrase popularized in the early twentieth century, first
appearing before WWI and becoming popular in the Roaring Twenties. It
generally refers to leaving quickly, being forced to leave quickly by someone else
or taking advantage of a propitious opportunity to leave, that is, "getting [out] while
the getting's good."
23 skidoo has been described as "perhaps the first truly national fad expression
and one of the most popular fad expressions to appear in the U.S," to the extent
that "Pennants and arm-bands at shore resorts, parks, and county fairs bore
either [23] or the word 'Skiddoo.'"
The exact origin of the phrase is uncertain. PHRASE. OH. Okay today we learn
some old phrasers YOCK YOCK YUCK. All Wet - describes an erroneous idea or
individual, as in, "he's all wet." This works better if you can remember the ABBOT
bud and Costello lou he said an aweful lot of these phrases as everyday
wordage. Abbott: Well Costello, I'm going to New York with you. You know Harris,
the Yankee's manager, gave me a job as coach for as long as you're on the
team. Costello: Look Abbott, if you're the coach, you must know all the players.
Abbott: I certainly do. Costello: Well you know I've never met the guys. So you'll
have to tell me their names, and then I'll know who's playing on the team. Abbott:
Oh, I'll tell you their names, but you know it seems to me they give these ball
players now-a-days very peculiar names. Costello: You mean funny names?
Abbott: Strange names, pet names...like Dizzy Dean Costello: His brother Daffy.
Abbott: Daffy Dean...Costello: And their French cousin. Abbott: French? Costello:
Goofè. Abbott: Goofè Dean. Well, let's see, we have on the bags, Who's on first,
What's on second, I Don't Know is on third...Costello: That's what I want to find
out. Abbott: What? Costello: I said I don't give a darn! Abbott: Oh, that's our
shortstop.
http://www.baseball-almanac.com/humor4.shtml
Preface: This was written long ago and I, just by the way of surviving see things a little different these days. BUT! I am going to post it anyway. MERRY CHRISTMAS! :)
Christmas is coming and theres nothing I can do.
Its become the hardest time of year since the day that I lost you.
People hurry scurry and skidoo.
While I'm locked inside and feeling blue.
These bars upon my window, they're not made of steel.
And that you cannot see them, doesn't mean that they're not real.
I've called out in anger.
And I've called out in prayer.
But silence is the only sound that fills the empty air.
I spend christmas eve with family galore.
Then I pick up my few gifts and head out through the door.
Its strange, because I never thought that I'd become.
A sorrowful, lonely, tired old bum.
When 40 years old is still yet to come.
Destiny doesn't always play fair.
If it did, in your heart I'd know that you still care.
But I know now that someone else sits in my place.
At your dining room table all covered with lace.
So home with my empty and tired old soul.
Where ever Santa only brought me a small lump of coal.
Another lonely christmas, without a doubt.
Dear Jesus, please tell me, just what's it all about?
Flapper Shirley Shively sighed and thought, how could she?
She'd love to do that hootchie-kootchie dance, but would she?
Though the boys she loved to tease,
She was, sadly, quite obese.
Surely Shirley Shively shouldn't shimmy, should she?
?Twenty-Twenty-Two skidoo
your year is through
we’ve had too much
of you.
Supply chain
Ukraine
Insane
And one needn’t be clairvoyant
to know despite vaccines bivalent
Covid is here to stay.
Mask-up.
Climate overheating
sea levels rising
yet Buffalo freezing
perhaps the Bills
will win Superbowl LVII
in MMXXIII
Twenty-Twenty-Two skidoo
your year is through
we’ve had too much
of you.
I classified this as free verse but there should be a category for doggerel
We got out to enjoy our sun
Snuggled warm
To avoid the cold harm
Fresh air
Messed up our hair
Slid down like children
Felt the joy of freedom living
Our laughter we filled
As we cruised down the hills
Sunny shinning bright
Watch out, I am coming from the right
Look overhead
Took in snow instead
Skidoo trails to show us where to go
As we trekked through the snow
God kindness does lead
Every time we need
What is a little favor
Between neighbour
Showing our heart matters
We choose to help each other
God shaped these mountains for you
We enjoyed the view
Have you