Best Squeak Poems
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
I must protect my trunk
I’d give that squeaker such a clump
If I were grown and drunk
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
It gave me such a scare
Those tiny squeakers make me meek
Is there one under there
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
I quickly raised my feet
I did not dare to take a peek
Or beat a quick retreat
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
It’s messing with my brain
Every time I move a bit
It seems to squeak again
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
And now I need my dad
He rushed out when he heard the squeak
The squeaking made him mad
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
And now it’s squeaking faster
My seat moved when I moved my feet
For each leg has a caster
I heard a squeak beneath my seat
It made my dad’s blood boil
But now he’s back and in his trunk
Is lubricating oil
Not the first time...........
I cheated death......
Last week...
What a narrow squeak!
The car narrowly missing me........
Yet determined to run me down
Put me underground.....
The time was not meant to be
The airliner crash last year..........
me...........
The only person to walk free!
So many lost lives
More than I can bear
Two months past
The train....
Did I fall or was I pushed?
My fuddled brain!
It seems so long ago
How did I last?
What a week it's been!
The wife ,tripped and fell
Carving knife nearly put me in hell
What a life!
Still, I am sure it was an accident
Her insistence..........
That it was pure coincidence
Now I am thinking........
That meteorite
From five years past
That landed on my house
My life,nearly my last,
as well as the spouse
Nearly had the last rites!
Is it me?
Or is it me?
That accidental drowning
Mother in law frowning.
Thought I was done!
Still, I swum away from that one!
Now,I am thinking...........
Is this some sort of sick joke?
Why me?
I am an ordinary bloke
The ship did its' own sinking!
I stepped outside..........
The building crumbled to the ground
I looked around
Everyone else died!
What a week it's been!
Still, life is on the up
Half full
Half empty
It's my cup
You know what I mean!
Life is to be enjoyed!
stuff the insurance from lloyds!
Hang these narrow squeaks
These past weeks
At my insistence,
it's all a coincidence!
Now, I am thinking
that bullet
Was it meant for me?
It dropped at my feet
My name engraved
I was saved!
You see!
I wear it as a lucky charm..........
I have come to no harm
This I know
Wish I had it weeks ago!
The lightning strike.............
I didn't like
Frightened me!
Not as much as the resulting fire.............
Could have been my funeral pyre.........
Hence forth, I will....
Carry on as before
Defeating nature's law
Avoiding the kill!
But old age might get me
But I don't know..........
It will take some years.......
you see..........
I have no fears
Bring it on!
I am the star of.......
The Narrow Squeak Show!
Is there anything finer than mashed potatoes
Mixed with cabbage, a mountain of joy
Scrumptious with globs of bad-for-you butter
And sprinkled with parsley, oh boy!
Constantly dream bout this scrumptious delight
Sure sends me to the moon with glee
Don't need no ham or carrot and pea medley
Just blobs of butter if you please
Don't want none of that Beef Wellington stuff
That fine old English tradition
With boiled potatoes oh how uninspiring
Gonna pass it with your permission
Good old “bubble 'n squeak” is what they call it
Can't think of another dish finer
Just a simple old guy with a simple old taste
A down to earth kind of a diner
So serving me that stuff for brekkie, or din-din
Guaranties my friendship for life
With enormous globs of bad-for-you butter
Just a fork, no need for a knife!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Well, I survived...
That stretchy thing!
Time to pause....
Have a bite to eat,
bed for the night
A good sleep,
is a real treat!
Now ,I am thinking....
It's been quite hot here...
What about some cold and snow?
Antarctic!
Is the place to go!
Great Scott of the Antarctic!
Deep snow!
All the way to the pole!
Is my goal!
I am wearing eskimo furs
I hold on to the sled....
Lashing the curs,
onwards I sped
The deepening cold....
chills me to the bone
I am beginning to fold
I feel all alone....
alone in this icy cold
No fancy navigation here.....
me,the dogs and sled!
With the cold instead!
Storms of ice..........
Are really not that nice
Deep crevasses
Makes me curse
Still,it could be worse!
In the distance I see a flag
The dogs begin to lag....
With a whip lash
I make my dash!
Now, I am thinking....
The south pole
Easy to get to....
The trick is to get back!
Thats my goal!
The long walk back..........
The ice never did melt!
Now I know how Captain Oates felt!
I hope I have the knack!
Weary days later.........
I meet my ship
Whew!
I really need to kip
The ice, numbing
I didn't see that coming!
I made it south though!
Through storms of ice and snow!
I am cold and very much alive!
To start chapter five!
Is there anything finer than mashed potatoes
Mixed with cabbage, a mountain of joy
Scrumptious with gobs of bad-for-you butter
And sprinkled with parsley, oh boy!
Constantly dream bout this scrumptious delight
Sure sends me to the moon with glee
Don't need no ham or carrot and pea medley
Just blobs of butter if you please
Don't want none of that Beef Wellington stuff
That fine old English tradition
With boiled potatoes oh how uninspiring
Gonna pass it with your permission
Good old “bubble 'n squeak” is what they used to call it
Can't think of another dish finer
Just a simple old guy with a simple old taste
A down to earth kind of a diner
So serving me that stuff for brekkie, or din-din
Guarantees my friendship for life
With enormous gobs of bad-for-you butter
Just a fork, no need for a knife!
THE NARROW SQUEAK SHOW CHAPTER 2
So now,here I am
Wham!
That was a close shave!
Whew!
No way to behave!
Damn tanks!
I am all alone
Is this a war zone?
I have my lucky charm...........
I will not come to any harm
The bullet that dropped at my feet
Death?
We can never meet!
Now, I am thinking
The ship sinking
Me, drinking
What a week!
Absolutely stinking!
Still, I am here
Editing The Narrow Squeak files
I have no fear
I have a bullet charm
So I will come to no harm........
says I,dropping a donation to St Giles!
Now, I am thinking
It has kept me awake
That damn earthquake!
Spoiled my train of thought
(Not the train,did I fall or was I pushed?)
That was close
I was nearly caught!
Hey ho!
These strange events........
Really make me tense
But one must overcome
The shattering blow
That leaves you numb
I was walking.........
Just the other day
I have given up public transport
It doesnt pay!
I tripped and nearly fell
The gap in the pavement,miles wide
but with a hop ,skip and jump
I made it to the otherside,
with scarcely a bump
Whew!
What a week!
I havent found
What I am supposed to seek
May be it is underground?
Better take a peek!
I returned to the canyon in the pavement
Fought back the urge to jump
I climbed down instead
What a dump!
I didn't at all feel any dread
I clutched my narrow squeak book
I daren't look
All this rubble!
Could I be in trouble?
Now, I am thinking.............
What if I am better off dead?
Well ,I am deep underground
The foul air keeps me coughing
The canyon in the pavement.............
My final coffin?
What goes down.....
Must come up
I justify this,
as the boiling lava
gives an evil hiss!
I start to climb quite fast..........
chapter two..........
Looking to be my last!
I have my bullet charm
Damn!
The name only has one "T"
I have two!
This feels me with alarm!
The lava is quite hot now........
What do I do now?
My bullet charm...........
is now flawed
How the temperature soared
I made it to the top
The lava narrowly missed me!
Not one drop!
I can complete chapter three!
pip-squeak in the air
rams a fleeing big black crow
— torpedoed and stunned
5/22/2018
Received a major degree in silliosity last week
Well deserved, reside in fantasyland just up the creek
Robin Poop, the main character
Turned out a disaster
Married a young maiden though his pip had a squeak
What next? You may ask?
My next task?
I have done deep underground.......
Sharks I have found...
Ice and snow
All for the show!
I know!
The ultimate stress test
A shopping test around tesco!
Nothing can be missed.
On a crowded day......
The trolley dance!
My last chance!
To conquer each aisle........
Requires cunning and guile.
Fighting to the bitter end
Defeating shopping trends
I must be off my trolley!
Shoppers ' folly!
Good golly!
I have my shopping list
It is saturday
I am ready to start....
I let off a nervous fart.......
Is there anything I have missed?
The whistle blows
Here it goes!
Shoppers heaven!
Starting sharp at eleven!
Dodgems have nothing on this......
That was a near miss!
Crowded aisles!
Trolleys for miles!
Stress?
Oh yes!
I am on course
Aisle three
Damn!
Spaghetti is in aisle two!
You silly moo!
This is the hardest thing
that the producers can bring
Shopping!
Give me space fright,
pirates too....
All the gold
Simply won't do!
Shopping.......
The most frightening thing
Boy! Did I sweat!
You can bet...........
I won't do this again!
Are you insane?
This is tough!
I have had enough
My hardest assignment so far...
It's hard being the star!
Shop until you drop
That I couldn't top
I must try something new
for chapter seven!
Even if it kills me too!
"Oh! my Mother Earth,
Can't we take our breath?
Before fulfilling the greed,
Of the everlasting human need.
Our branches gone,
And offsprings unknown.
But, we are On,
For this sorrowful mourn.
In the form of wood,
Feel that they should,
Become so rude,
To turn us into Crude."
Friends, let's make a balance
Of both trees and humans.
It's time to co-exist,
So, please don't resist.
Trees across the bay,
survive all the day,
In the dark,passes a light ray,
To which I say:
No trees; No peace...
Without peace, life to cease.
So, bend on your Knees
And protect the Trees.
Beneath the coat of icing, buried wrinkles squeak;
My teeth at misleading mirror - hotly clatter,
While an uprooted tooth on lower jaw – bewails.
I swear, this corroded mirror, I will batter.
Rhyming scheme: ABCB / 12 syllables in each line
Oct. 8, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 9 Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
Original poem: Decay Through Mirror
Posted on Sept. 26, 2020 for the contest: Writing Challenge – Decay – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Three tombs stand by the beaten path
among the dry and trodden grass,
not hewn in stone that they would last
but corrugated cardboard
each bearing felt-tipped epigraph.
The left in lower case, save the name,
which writ in gold in centre frame
wrote 'in loving memory of CHEESY',
a mouse that died last week of May
The right had 'Squeak ' writ small in red,
on Friday 5th of June found dead.
And landed there above the ground
a fly with downward facing head.
Stood centre, also named with golden tip,
'here lies BEAKY', deceased bluetit,
died Tuesday 12th of May this year.
All buried, dead, and that was it.
What were the tragedies that befell
these two beloved pets? It's hard to tell,
along with free found garden bird,
perhaps a chick just fledged that fell.
Children mourned and marked each death,
each loving crafted cardboard wreath
fortasting for life's passing breath,
a portent for much later years
when breaking hearts mourn life's egress.
That goldfish bowl.........
Wedged on my head,
did nothing instead
Just left an almighty hole,
where I dropped,like a piece of lead
(Not a piece of eight!)
Is it me?
Well, never mind
Lets see what I can find
There is a light up ahead.............
Maybe a bite to eat and a bed
Whew!
What a week it's been
Spaceflight!
More like space fright!
That chap upfront
Clearly insane in the head
I pushed his buttons instead!
(Especially the red one!)
You can't say I didn't try
I don't want to space fly
Those chaps up front
That lout!
Clearly didn't know what is was all about!
It's been a busy one
All said and done!
I jot down my scribbles,
while eating my nibbles
Quite a few narrow squeaks,
These past weeks!!
I like a challenge or two
Make mine a double!
As I clawed my way through the rubble!
My bullet charm.............
worked an absolute treat!
Even though its missing a "T"
I have come to no harm
No mean feat!
I nearly choked on that steak!
Fortunately that Chilean red wine
dissolved it in time!
I feel so alive!
Drinking Octane 95!
I can't go to heaven
I haven't even started chapter seven
The next challenge to try........................
Lets see if I can die!
Now, I have been thinking
I have had a few scrapes..........
Ticked a few chaps off
Ships sinking
Harmless japes!
Am I getting soft?
The pirate chaps were great!
Landed me ashore,
with sacks full of pieces of eight
So, not all a waste!
Although they departed in indecent haste!
It all came to a head
Was it something I said?
That lava underground..........
Huge canyon in the pavement
The local council
Totally unsound!
I came through it all
Not once did i fall!
Well,it's time for a shower
and a bite to eat.
It's getting late,
and my pockets are heavy
with all the pieces of eight!
Why is it pieces of eight?
Why not pieces of three?
That stumped you ,I see!
Is it me?
or is it me?
I see a fine hotel,
rang the bell
Gave the door man a tip
That scraggy piece of carpet,
caused me to trip!
I was ok, just stubbed toes!
The other chap.............
Had a bloody nose!
I gave him a piece of eight
(is it me?) for his trouble
to buy himself dinner
What a winner!
He was now my mate!
Now, I was thinking
All I have been told.........
By those bloody pirates!
That it was cursed gold!
Well, I will put it to the test I says
I heaved a sack with all my might
and bought a ticket on a space shuttle flight
It leaves in three days!
I have never felt so alive!
Excited too!
I can complete chapter five
A first class cabin no less!
I am looking foward to it
I must confess
Received a major degree in silliosity last week
Well deserved, reside in fantasyland just up the creek
Robin Poop, the main character
Turned out a disaster
Married a young maiden though his pip was a squeak