Best Splosh Poems
Like a welcome Summer rain, humor may suddenly
cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
—Langston Hughes
RAINING IN SUMMER
The little teapot leaned over, steam pours out,
sizzles on the pavement. Trickles, sprinkles,
waters the subsidiary gardens that sprout -
those pointed out by a grandson. My wrinkles
curve up as the rain skillfully waters my willow,
my patch of roses and lilies, scattered and rare.
With Summer storm, I ruminate on a long time ago.
This grand-generation of blessing, not yet a prayer.
Drip…drop…splosh! The hope of the window pane.
We dream, as the outburst streams down to spill
our dreams, like seeds giving more than the mundane.
God saturates our lives with more than we will.
It’s raining Summer all over this land of honey-wheat.
Though droll and gray, a grateful soak gifts a sun rise.
My flower petals, leaves and boughs bathed in heat
and nourishing drink, replenishing the owls, and other wise.
Ker-splash, the puddles of inky-mud, stain the shins,
leave me, us, them, refreshed and sodden with grins.
The rain poured all night and all day.
Little Susie put on her rain clothes to go play
and jump in the puddles.
Splish Splash. Splosh Sploosh!
Tommy the puppy went with Little Susie.
Big mud puddles what fun to jump and play in!
Splish Splash. Splosh Sploosh!
Freddy the duck woke up.
Freddy went to a puddle to swim.
The raindrops splashed him.
Splish Splash. Splosh Sploosh!
Billy the bullfrog woke up from his nap.
Billy put on his hat. Billy opened his umbrella.
Splish Splash. Splosh Sploosh!
Tina the mouse woke up. She twitched her
whiskers and said, "It's too wet to go outside!
No fun when it rains."
No Splish Splash. No Splosh Sploosh!
A good number of us decided to go on holiday down to the sea,
Well, it was such a fun crazy time and it ended far too quickly,
Every night a couples’ name was pulled out of the hat,
It was our turn to cook on the coming Saturday, fancy that,
We had to put on a good spread and decided to cook Greek,
Out we went on the morn ticked off each item, had to perform peak,
No-one was allowed in the kitchen when we were cooking,
The aroma wafted under the door, they were eager to come looking,
But we locked the door, and two hours later we rang the dinner bell,
The clan came quickly, it smelt divine, followed their nose and tasty smell,
Everyone was hungry So ample portions we served, it tasted so good,
We were complimented, Jane asked for a second serving of food,
So proud we were, one and all, enjoying our Cabernet and chatty dine,
But then something embarrassing happened, which wasn’t so fine,
A heaped spoon my friend placed in her mouth, we heard spluttering,
a cough and, oh my gosh,
Her empty spoon fell into the food with a thundering splattering splosh,
Jane quizzically picked this thing up, it had a tail, not a mouse, but a black plug,
With a bright shiny chain which took forever to reveal itself,
I wanted to crawl under the table but all I could do was blush, was it myself
or hubby, when washing the veg in the sink, accidentally picked it up potatoes
At first silence, then her hubby laughed, watch out for the salad and tomatoes
It has become a household joke between us and many a friend,
We were jovially asked what was the next Greek dish that we recommend!
Two hungry little penguins
Both eager for their nosh,
One penguin’s name is Splish,
And the other one’s called Splosh.
Two hungry little penguins
Each holding out their dish,
I wonder what’s for dinner?
Surprise, surprise – it’s fish.
Based on a regular real time experience by my father
Wednesday,
The best day of week – in terms of meals at least.
The canteen serves a pie,
It contains some sort of meat,
Perhaps some vegetables as well,
Its cheap, its tasty, its filling and it enables me to reject my wife’s meal that evening,
One thing spoils my lunch, however
It spoils it full and full
The baked beans that are served as a partner to the pie,
Are deposited over it,
By a dollop of carelessness from the lady server,
What makes it worse still is her adjoining comment
“Didn’t you want your beans all over your pie?”
I cant really object,
She has done her job,
Sort of,
Every week this happens,
Perhaps the next week she will remember I enjoy a recluse pie,
Totally separate from the beans,
One day she was replaced by a younger woman,
Perhaps I can have a dry pie at last,
“Hello”, I said
“Pie with beans please”
With a smile, my pie appeared on a large plate,
It looked delightful – brown fluffy pastry, ready to be eaten
She picked up the spoon from the pool of beans,
With a scoop and a wet deposit
Splosh!
“Oh….didnt you want your beans all over your pie?”
Burbling brooks
Small fish hooks
A rod goes thwip
With subtle whip
the float will drop
soft gentle plop
Tick, tock, tick
Patience the trick
A mighty thwap
The line goes snap
Wind with zeal
The whirring reel
Splish, splash, splosh
Oh my gosh
That's one big fish
Fit for a dish
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Date wrote: 8th July 2022
President William H. Taft
Was according to legend so big in the aft
That he got stuck in the splish-splosh,
But that's probably pish-posh.
(Note: Although President Taft did indeed have a super-sized bathtub installed in the White House, historians have found no evidence for the popular story that it was because he had gotten stuck while taking a bath in the original tub.)
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Written 1/22/2019 for Andrea Dietrich's Leader Clerihew contest.
Alarm
Bursts calm
Day dawns
Loud yawns
Blow nose
Stretch toes
Quick wash
Splish splosh
Grab vest
Get dressed
Gulp tea
Then flee
I'm late
Stressed state
The boss
Is cross
Harsh fact;
I'm sacked
Next day
Hooray
Lie in
Big grin!
27.09.22
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem From The Second Half Of 2022 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
I've got a funny gut instinct
L.Casei.Imunitas gone extinct
Cos my gut it really stinked
So much so my nose it blinked.
I think you'd agree from the smell
My insides are bubbling like hell
Loud rumble, grumble as my stomach yells
The squelch and the splosh of the soggy log that fell.
Have a wee and feel some poo
The inner turmoil i'm going through
Speckles of brown decorate the loo
Always afraid of the follow through.
The velocity inside my fart
The power as my bum cheeks part
As the wet tumbling mudslide does start
Goodbye dinner and apple tart.
The frequent trips to the loo i make
To dispose of something like choccy milkshake
Sitting upon some kind of silo lake
Lets hope the air-con doesn't break.
A hundred wipes some will still remain
Wet white paper with a brown yukky stain
And all the things you find down the drain
I'm so glad i'm not on an aeroplane!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
They say unlike poles do attract,
My magnetism towards you cant crack,
Its said differences make marriage sweet,
I say my love towards you is real,
en am down in love deep,
what do you think?
We are both at odds and ends,
Worlds apart ka east and west,
You from Highlands, mountain side,
Me from lowlands, lake side.
In a life's race,
You can plough and rear real big bulls,
I can boat and fish in wide deep pools,
We cant really compete on the same line,
But we can join hands and make one life,
It takes a traditional man and a woman
to make a family,
It costs a child and a stranger
to brake the rule of ancestry.
Give me a chance and I'll take you by the rive,r
Where the waters splash en' splosh in joy,
Dive in and swim to the flow of the lake together,
While the birds hum their song dawn till day,
We'll visit the mountains if you want,
En' sing together the tune of Karomaindo choir.
Splish, splash, splosh
Can't see your tears when in the rain
Drizzle and downpour awash
Raining cats and dogs insane
Spitting, torrential, dribble in raindrop town
Bucketing down, chucking down
Pouring down, pelting down
In raindrop town
The sky flashes all around you
Cycling in the rain at its best
Miserable at its worst, thru and thru
I enjoy cycling sooo much, me at·test
During bucketing down, pouring down
All along, riding in raindrop town
Sand dunes are licking wounds desert looms through veil
Kites are awry from faster lane and clouds are in dovetail
Gods are playing wobble doable morning glory go
Bodies swoosh a push a rush, a sash falls in a glow
Fire crackles, the hearth of heaven, drops dew the earth
Gods of winds slosh through the creek in the pang of birth
Drip Drip Drip Slush Slush Slush splosh about in blobs
They throw the curlicues in blue and eat the hails in globs
Babies go to sleep and their mothers go to pray
Gods of winds spread their wings in a divine sway
Pas de deux pas de trois angel babies and girls
Moisten hands clip their bands and fit out cloud curls
Earth smiles in the east the morning comes again
Gods of winds calm their swings over the Mary’s glen
Contest: Gods of Winds
Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
10 DECEMBER, 2014
You’ll find this disgusting, but Rudolph was busting
He peed in that fish pond of mine
But it wasn’t tragic, cos Rudolph is magic
And he piddles sparkling wine
The water went hazy, my goldfish went crazy
And splashing all over the place
It’s true, don’t be doubting, they dislodged my fountain
And sprayed Prosecco in my face
I swallowed a bit, not too much of it
My hand stopped too much going in
For wine that is fizzy can make me go dizzy
I’d much rather do that with gin
I think Santa heard, cos that’s not a bird
It’s Prancer that’s flying above
He’s tinkling from space, I got a quick taste
It’s gin and I think I’m in love
Then my wife appeared and I grew afeared
She had a mad look on her face
The goldfish are blotto, the yard’s like a grotto
With reindeer all over the place
But vixen’s my genie, she tinkled martini
So I grabbed a glass in some haste
Vermouth sprinkled in, right up to the brim
My wife won’t let that go to waste
So, now dancing twerky, she forgot the turkey
And I grabbed a casserole dish
I went in to get a whopping great net
Cos dinner will be...
a goldfish
Mr McCheesy has large feet
wears size 40 shoes, no simple feat
plip! plop! thud! phud!
was all you could hear
miles before he would appear
Many would hide to hold themselves safe
not wanting his cheesy feet near their face
many scorned, poked fun, gave retreat
all ran and hide, but never to seek
Mr McCheesy felt alone in despair
for he truly felt no one did care
mock him, tease him, laugh did they
each time he passed anytime of the day
One darkened morning
a fierce storm came calling
torrential rain lashed heavily down
ground gurgling, mud pouring
all ran, found cover, all prayed
When all was calm was plain to see
the devastation they did not forsee
disbelief, shock an all forlorn
wheat and corn was all gone
sodden wet mud laid bare openly
mangled limbs from drowned trees
Roads now broken, buried in ground
how was they going to travel around?
stuck, cut off from outside life
they knew to be in heavy strife
In distance a familiar sound echoed flew
splish splosh splush vibrated through
Mr McCheesy the man with large feet
pounding down the ground skillfully neat
Creating a road solid and sound
for everyone to convey around
feet echoing sounds they once did fear
now welcomed with loud roaring cheers
Lone warrior working his large feet
In rhythms of phuds and splats
Mr McCheesy on hearing their claps
spurred on reclaim land to reap
Added cheers erupted, boomed loud and clear
"you've made the horror disappear
Mr McCheesy you've saved the day
hip! hip! hooray! hooray!"
From that day forward none laughed at him again
ashamed and guilty of their bullying and pain
for he was their hero he saved the day
a statue was erected in his grand name
We are all unique with qualities of difference
some dont see, only show of their ignorance
god gave to us for reasons unknown
were all different it is often shown
but the devil he teases and tempts with his sin
turns us into imbeciles and cruelty sets in
If ever your teased to having cheesy feet
remember the tale wrote above
cheesy feet who saved that day
gave so much and forever his love
26.08.20
A cat on April Fools’, sleek and cool,
Found itself in a rather wet duel.
With a splash and a splosh,
In a fishbowl, it did wash,
Proving even a feline can be a fool!