Best Spoiled Poems
unruly spoiled child
remained up past eight tonight...
giving parents hugs
Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Those who never take advice,
insist on preaching high
To offer wine that never aged
—from empty barrels dry
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
my squirrels love bread
peanut butter spread on top . . .
drop plain bread from paws
March 9, 2015
Contest: Squirrel Haiku
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
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As poison destroys the human body,
so does consenting to the enticement
of rebels spoil the soul.
Golf is not a good walk spoiled
As some folks would suggest!
It’s a game where you can find,
Nature as your guest.
The Woodpecker in its finery,
Peck, peck, pecking away.
The Red Kites flying overhead,
Wow! That sure makes one’s day.
We saw the owl in the trees,
Just after morning light!
What a wonderful experience,
An exhilarating sight.
The Roe deer on the fairways;
The Foxes sloping by:
Swallows, Jays and Robins,
These all make one sigh!
The golf adds to the pleasure
Creating a healthy atmosphere:
There’s so much enjoyment on our course
Every day throughout the year.
air condition dog
she hates summer
spoiled
Go on, spoil me rotten
Wrap me in wooly cotton
Enroll me in a class
Where I’m taught the art of grass.
Like your food I always ate
Life is served up on a plate
Now I’m hard to satiate
And you’re the object of my hate.
CH
Give me what I want,
Give it to me now
If you won’t placate me
I take it anyhow
Give it, give it, give it,
Give it to me now,
If you won’t placate me
I take it anyhow.
Go on, spoil me rotten,
Until I’ve forgotten
How to live a decent life
Let alone attract a wife.
But, hey, I’m qualified
To tell lies of how I lied
It’s all music to her ears
It’s the truth mother fears.
CH
Go on, spoil me rotten,
I’m your misbegotten
Eighty pounds over weight
Got a job hauling freight
From Brazil to LA
Where my tic gave me away
To someone from the DEA…
My lawyer had a field day.
CH
I’m no longer spoiled rotten
I wear denim, not cotton
Can’t get hold of a fix
To ease these incessant tics.
I’ve lost weight and all hope
Clinging to an end of rope
Knowing now my selfishness
Was nurtured by your weakness.
Take what you want,
Take it off me now,
If it don’t placate you
I give it anyhow
Take it, take it, take it,
Take it off me now.
If it don’t placate you
I give it anyhow.
I have a certain cat,
Who's such a spoiled brat
Tippy is his name,
And eating is his game
He whines early each day,
As in my bed asleep I lay
His loud purring in my ear,
Is all that I can ever hear
He's always wanting more,
Of his dinner for me to pour,
In to his silver food dish,
So he can eat it with great relish
Next, he wants to chase his ball,
To and fro down my hall
Then finally, he likes to take a nap,
While being curled up in my lap
High above the blistering sun
When the weekly walk turned not so fun.
It started well, watching perfect flight
Of dimpled orb as it flew from sight.
It fell to earth on manicured green.
A more perfect shot had not been seen.
Only inches from the hole in ground
Where an eagle surely should be found.
The owner of this tremendous smash
Opened mouth and started talking trash,
Of amazing shots he’d made before
And of the beating that was in store
For the sorry trio that followed him.
Then he stepped up to the ball and grinned.
But the yips kicked in and spoiled his day
Three taps later; the ball, still in play
The silent smiles on his partners lips
Were too much to take and made him flip.
He threw his club and he cursed and swore,
And stormed away to return no more.
Now he claims to the game he’d once been loyal
That golf is just a good walk spoiled!
Small town hospital in Chariton, Iowa, USA
1952
Dr. Yocum had a recurring dream every night for weeks
God was telling him that he had to buy an incubator.
In 1952
An incubator cost $100,000!
He finally broke down and bought it.
My identical twin and I were born at three pounds each.
We were five weeks early
That incubator saved our lives.
Dr. Yocum’s wife felt invested in us.
She bought us tiny pink going home outfits with matching hats and booties.
We were in the hospital for two months!
Our mother's blood would not clot, so we almost lost her.
She was in the hospital a month or two longer than us.
We went home to grandma and grandpa with seven aunts and uncles
They fought over who was going to carry us around.
Mom told us we were TERRIBLY spoiled by the time she got us.
Written 5-20-2022
Poetry Contest: Divine Intervention
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt
Spoiled
by Carson Eelman
The nursery is a curious place
a place where dreams came true
inside lied an African Veldt.
In there the leaves would sway,
as the grass danced in the wind,
the lions roar, the sun beats hot,
it seems so real but know it's not.
In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.
The power of imagination,
can be a wonderful thing,
full of magic, fun, and wonder;
but it can turn to darkness as well.
The nursery became corrupted,
with thoughts of death,
becoming real to Mom and Dad.
In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.
The called a man
to see what's wrong
but honestly he wasn't sure.
He said they should take a break,
and so the father said,
"Shut down the house,
we are ready to go,"
but the kids said "Please No!"
In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.
They couldn't let it happen,
so they locked both inside.
The parents screamed and banged,
but to no reply.
The lions came and they were gone.
Peter and Wendy flashed a wicked grin,
then settled down and ate a meal.
In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.
In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.
Old men
who will leave this shattered earth
ruined,youth
will inherit their disaster
Old men
who preach morals
while consuming
devils carbon
The children
will suffer
fear not
the children shall conquer
old ways
Written April 2, 2016
Queen of sovereignty
Princess of denial
It's more than just a river
Take me down to your water's edge
Where I'll wade in my gown
To dip me in the name of the father, son, and the Holy Ghost
Raise your glasses to a toast
Though sinners promise not to boast
If they hope to be redeemed
Approach it now full head of steam
Feel no pain
White cotton shirt that bears the stain
Red wine that bleeds out from the vines
Of ivy vineyards overarching overpasses
Where homeless men seek shelter from the masses
Hoping that every day shines brighter than the last
I pray for them in the name of those who have passed
On
But you're too far gone for the sounds of classical crescendos
She's not impressed with your clever innuendos
When you speak of breeding Ignorance and Want
She can see through your allegorical alliteration
That couldn't even save the nation
From spoiled grapes of wrath
Brat Who Is Spoiled
Out next President is not very bright
With orange hair and rouge is such a sight
And to all of us what seems so scary
He has such a horrible vocabulary.
If it wasn't for computer spell check
Many words were not spelled correct
And something we have contemplated
For four years he should be sedated.
Is best to keep Trump out of our way
Never knows right thing to say anyway
And can you imagine him being sent
To speak at graduation or sporting event.
Down country Trump is sure to drag
Can you imagine him saluting our flag
For President others tried and toiled
We ended up with brat who is spoiled.
He ikes eating bratwurst and it the worst
brat we have ever seen. Plump Trump
we should try to dump. He might like
acting part of Forrest Gump.
Jim Horn
If in Baton Rogue he should start batting
down the hatches and do it by the batches.
An akita is so spoiled and cocky
That he'll have only fine sushi and sake
But by tempting the fates
He's been shipped to the States
Stuck with pizza and beer in Milwaukee
2/27/23