Best Snappy Poems
Happy Snappy Ladybug me.
I am as cheerful as you think I ought to be.
I fly brief ways from flower to flower.
Some are tasty, others are sour.
Happy Snappy Ladybug me.
What you get is what you see.
Red back with spots so pretty and black.
I fly from one flower, taste, and promptly fly back.
Happy Snappy Ladybug me.
It is the life of your human Riley.
Loving the flowers that are freshly washed.
Having a great life until I am squashed.
They nagged him till he'd had enough.
His one remaining joy was snuff.
Beyond the post that ends his race
he has found a better place.
This is no time to joke or laugh
but to write his epitaph.
Art is long but life is short.
I lack the time to more report.
Short and snappy were his days,
short therefore to him my praise.
It's with the grin of Cheshire
I roll out tongues of glee
and tell the tale of Super Twerp
the Maine Coon wannabe
He is the kind of cat who smiles
at every bag of treats
and growls like baby thunder
when another cat he meets
His owner is Snappy Pappy
who is similar in kind
He chews his Double Bubble gum
and keeps me on his mind
They both respond to sweetness
when it's spoken in my tone
and they both are king of nap times
as they've both so aptly shown
Both will snore and sniffle
Twerp is big and fat
Pappy Snap's a cuddler
and adores his Maine Coon cat
Both of them are called "my men"
It's been ten years gone by
Super Twerp and Snappy Paps -
a kitten and his guy.
My pet piranha's life is through
He bit off more than he could chew.
14.01.23
BRIAN STRAND no 1175
Bite Size Contest No.60 Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Line Gauthier
It might seem silly what I’m ‘bout to say
Fun rhyme is here. You can make a cake.
I’m a hot bear buffoon that could easily race.
With the wind, I don’t care, baby. It’s my way!
(Chorus)
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel like a buffoon or a little goof.
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel snappiness is the truth!
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you know what friendliness is to you.
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do.
Here comes the sad news, walking this way and that (Yeah!)
Well give me all you got, don’t be selfish or hold back (Yeah!)
Well, I should probably warn ya, I’ll be just fine (Yeah!)
No offense to your snaps, don’t waste your time. Here’s why….
(Chorus)
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel like a buffoon or a little goof.
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel snappiness is the truth!
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you know what friendliness is to you.
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do.
It may seem lazy what I’m ‘bout to say
Wind chime she’s here, you can jump in a lake.
I’m a hot aired buffoon that is losing the race.
With the wind, I don’t care baby, by the way.
(Chorus)
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel like a buffoon or a little goof.
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel snappiness is the truth!
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you know what friendliness is to you.
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do.
Here comes some good news, talking mouse and cat (Yeah!)
Well give me all you got, don’t hold any cheese back (Yeah!)
Well, I should probably chase yah. I’ll get to you in time (Yeah).
No offense to you, rodent, don’t waste your time. Here’s why.
(Chorus)
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel like a buffoon or a little goof.
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel snappiness is the truth!
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you know what friendliness is to you.
Because I’m snappy!
Clap along if you feel like that’s what you wanna do.
Snappy snowflake was holding onto the sky for dear life.
"Come on down!" Yelped her husband, missing his wife.
She was terrified of falling into a pile and losing herself.
"Soon," she said, hoping to be rescued by a snow giver elf.
"Come on down here!" Yelled her relatives, "Let go. Just drop!"
Her mother told them “You are scaring her. You all need to stop.”
Snappy liked her own identity; she did not want to lose it.
She finally let go and discovered that snow drift unity did not hurt a bit.
snippy snappy sneezy snarly snail
met Melton Mickey, a piece of mail
preening privately in potter’s pail
saying Selena’s son Shawn should shortly sail
allowing alloys, alligators and aliens ale
believing beyond bunker boy’s blueblood bale
kicking kindhearted kiwi into kangaroo kale
amusing snippy snappy sneezy snarly snail
Jane, Jane
You're so mundane;
Your cackle, your laugh reminds me much such
As of a champagne
Your voice makes me queasy
And yet you are feisty
Though this message
May seem arcane
Happy, snappy birthday Jane
6/8/19
Woke up in a snappy, laughy mood.
Ate nine cookies, for my breakfast food.
Getting ready to play,
In every kind of way,
With children who exude gratitude
SNAPPY SNARLING TALK
small minded thoughts
start snappy snarling
talk
veiled behind the underground
sprouting forth with reeking slush
eyes poised glistening like pyres
eyes of death
eyes of fright
eyes of black
eyes of night
cloaked behind nameless disguise
venomous shadows unspecified
tongues ignite a spreading fire
talk of hate
talk of lust
talk of blame
talk of spite
we the targets
we the guilty
amidst
sharp tongues
of fire
© Kim van Breda— August 2015
Once upon a time in a magical
Pond there was a
Baby alligator name Snappy
Due to a storm that quickly appeared
He was swept away from his mommy
So, he set out on a quest to find her
He came upon a pig pen, the pigs
Were scared to death when they
Saw him but then Snappy asked
Have you seen my mommy?
The pig replies no, maybe Mr. horse knows
So, Snappy went to the stall and said
Mr. pig said maybe you know
Have you see my mommy?
The horse replies no, and runs off
After seeing a big gator, Snappy sees
Big gator and smiles, have you seen
My mommy, yes says big gator and
Tells Snappy to follow him, and he happily followers
Big gator ask, are you hungry Snappy says yes
So, big gator puts his chef hat on, then
Grabs two knives and his apron
Puts fire under his pot then looks at Snappy
With a big grin as he rubs his knives together
Snappy gets frighten as big gator looks
At him, then licks his lips saying yummy
Snappy backs up but was cornered, all of
A sudden, the farm animals attacks big gator
Along with Snappy's mom and dad
Big gator ran for his life with Snappy'
Dad hot on his trail
The Rose Bowl Parade is waiting for us
Snappy uniforms, jazzy hats
Eager high school students
Struggling to read music
Daily practices
Woodwind section
Majorette
Rhythm
Band
There once was a woman named aptly Snappy T.
Happy, tappy and zappy as a rappy dappy me.
Diligent and hardworking as a slappy bumblebee.
The envy of most, also proud owner of a nappy chickadee.
Friends and admirers loved to watch out for little Snappy T.
She was a favorite in the city so, lappy, zappy, free.
Pollyanna delightful, and pretty, a flappy, clappy she.
She wore exotic dresses cut low into their dappy, happy vee.
Snappy T was the talk of the town, a poet and sweetpea.
People spoke of her exploits, and her pappy lappy monkey.
His name was Mr. Jappy, as grizzly ugly as could be.
But he loved his mistress – appy, dappy, glappy Snappy T.
Her reputation went viral, this media darling slappy Snappy T.
A wonderful influencer on Snapchat for her vappy zappy chi.
People loved her advice, she did not charge them a pappy mappy fee.
She retired with eighteen million. Being kind was the mappy dappy key.
Men fought over who would love her the most, loving Snappy T.
Women wanted to be her, imitating her for that was zappy free.
Her grandma made her a bride’s dress, with a clappy princess Z.
She was the talk of many generations, this gorgeous Snappy T.
I came upon an electron, quick.
That little fellow had a trick.
Just as I fixed his rate of travel,
his position would unravel.
The Morning View from Snappy Shine
David J Walker
7 AM
and the doors
of Snappy Shine
Are open
The lights turned
on for the
Artists already at work in
Palettes of kiwi and spit
Lawyers and Bankers await
Their turn for their
Usual seat with
Greetings passed
to the Rhythm of
rag-men relaxed
Skillfully mixing politics with spit
and blackened wax
The Friday morning crowd of
Gumshoe salesmen and Lawyers
Tread one-way streets
Surrounding the
County Courthouse lawn
Dreading rejection
Shopkeepers sweep the stoops
Of discount shoe stores
While bootmakers raise their
Awnings
Advertising salesmen find new ways
To tell the same old lies
A million feet
Have pound these brick streets
And saved every lead
of each contract let
Reporters crowd the
Courtroom corridors
hoping to vet the next
breaking story before
the deadline of the
noon news edition
Just Down the street off Broadway
A few blocks Away
The Greyhound Bus Station lunch counter is
Busy with breakfast for arriving passengers
Meanwhile the corner café`
Across the street from Snappy shine
Clears its tables
Readied for the coming lunch run