Best Squeaky Poems
I looked behind me when I heard a squeaky little bark
From out of the bushes, a kangaroo-looking creature rose
His bright green eyes flashed neon signs at me in the dark,
then he raised his long piggy snout and struck a silly pose.
"Have you escaped from the zoo to wander in the park?"
His bunny ears flopped before he wiggled long-clawed toes.
He replied, "No. I'm looking for ants cuz I'm an aardvark."
I invited him to join me for dinner at the café, Java Joes.
^-^ - ^-^
8-20-17
Categories:
squeaky, animal, humor, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
Why do we call the good old days,
good?
Grandma was always talking,
talking about the days that had passed.
I wonder if they were really that good,
or does our mind play a trick on us?
Grandma loved sitting on her porch,
looking out over her land in her rocking chair.
Now the old rustic white fence,
is falling down from the last storm.
Her once beautiful flowers are all dead,
dead just like her.
"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find,"
sits an old tan and orange alley cat.
Oh how she loved to feed her stray cats,
then play with their furry kittens.
Will the squeaky old gate find a new tomorrow,
or be torn down and rebuilt with cement?
Categories:
squeaky, day, flower, fun, grandmother,
Form:
Free verse
Once my leather shoes made me proud with their softness and luster,
but after eleven months of heavy usage they have lost all glamor;
even small thorns and nails can penetrate their worn-out soles;
ah, squeaky, squeaky shoes...you annoy me when steady rain falls!
Categories:
squeaky, funny, rain, me,
Form:
Grook
Squeaky and his buddies resided somewhere deep within the church's organ.
That elusive rodent was the bane of the pastor, The Reverend Doctor Morgan!
The reverend almost lost his religion a time or two dealing with sneaky Squeaky,
Since he and his troublesome pals at inopportune times could be rather cheeky!
The doughty Ladies Aid Committee "religiously" prepared the communion bread.
There were 500 saints at The First Baptist Church whose souls must be fed.
For Communion Sunday, each Saturday they stored the bread on kitchen shelves.
'Twas an invitation for Squeaky and his squad to "commune" and gorge themselves!
The formidable Miss Freda Wringerhands had been the organist for forty years.
Hitting a wrong note on the old pump organ was one of her greatest fears!
She was puzzled by a strange "mousy" squeak that was occasionally heard.
The reverend doctor gave her a very reproving glare whenever that occurred!
Just as the reverend doctor finished his prayer and prepared to preach,
A screech awoke Mr. Clyde Backslider who shouted, "son uvva beech!"
His wife Grace fled down the aisle screaming, "Lord, have mercy on me!"
Squeaky had abruptly scaled her panty hose and was playing about her knee!
The Reverend Doctor Morgan did all he could to bring about Squeaky's demise,
But his kith and kin multiplied and produced generations of impish mice!
With the antics of Squeaky the tolerant congregation was somewhat bemused,
But the long-suffering Reverend Doctor Morgan was not at all amused!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Categories:
squeaky, funnyprayer,
Form:
Rhyme
Lynette "Squeaky" Fromme,
With Charles Manson did roam.
Tried to assassinate President Ford,
A prison cell was her reward.
2013
Categories:
squeaky, society, violence, woman,
Form:
Clerihew
Squeaky Clean Floors of Teak
All clean and shiny is my teak
When they step on my
Glossy black my heart leaps
Joyous smiles deep down my timbers leak
You can see your face and physique
When you look at me
Don’t walk on me with your dirty feet
Shhh….. Whisper when you speak
If you’re real quiet you’ll hear me squeak.
Categories:
squeaky, anniversary, fantasy, children, funny,
Form:
Monorhyme
When I was walking down the corridor once,
Thinking about school philosophy and rationale,
I was stopped by the school doctor dead;
He wanted to know why I was being so personal,
So contemplative, introspective and distant,
In a community which challenged and enthused me,
To never be in any way off my head.
I told him I was thinking about nature and school,
And he replied to me with speed that I was not,
So I answered that it was philosophy that I had got;
He relinquished that I was fine all the same,
Since it was school that I was thinking of anyway,
So I retorted straight “What do you mean? -
That I had been reading philosophy lean.
So we had a conversation about philosophy,
But I can't remember what was said,
But I found him more appropriate in the days ahead,
When he talked to me with his essence,
And not just with his mind or presence:
He told me he was interested in my spheres,
And so I asked him about the problem with my head.
Categories:
squeaky, childhood, confusion, introspection, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
There was a wheel that squeaked
Not a sound in the world like it
My senses were surely peaked
Drove me crazy, gave me a fit
The air in the tires leaked
No piece of it worked, not a bit
The whole bike when moved creaked
I could do nothing but come sit
Sound of the wheel sure freaked
So I got off my bike and quit
Entrant into Suzette Crous's "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" contest
3/2/2013
Categories:
squeaky, life, me,
Form:
Grook
My lady friend living far away wrote a HOT poem about a sensual shower ( Squeaky Clean) and I had to answer........
Having read a little ditty,
that really made me very giddy,
'bout a lady who relieves her tension
with a special shower wand extension.
T'was both erotic and quite witty
changed her shower into 'Fun City"
How I fantasized this bathing beauty
soaping down from head to booty.
My envy's drove by hedonism
of her super hand-held mechanism,
All on which she can explore
the buttons and controls galore.
Controls from softest to extreme,
to hit high C, or even scream.
In my mind's eye, I can see
her hit all the spots, from "A" to "G"
I'm getting older, long in tooth,
body crumbling, mind uncouth.
I've known the reaper, and sure that he
could shortly take a trip with me.
Although you feel that I'm obsessed
I'd like to make one last request......
To the Power that oversees
reincarnate me if you please.
Let me come back from the dead,
as this Lady's "Razzle-Dazzle" shower head.......
Categories:
squeaky, absence, adventure, health, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
The wheel that squeaks the loudest ~~
Really gets on our nerves!
written December 15, 2021
Categories:
squeaky, irony, metaphor,
Form:
Epigram
Swish of ripples weave
along a ledge...my hands pretending
to rap beneath inked stars ;
while soft winds chime a lonely chorus
filling the shoreline
with empty rhythm and blues;
the ones which lightly twitch my heart--
Every note jangling, crawling
in this stained night...
for the love I know best
gushes out, unnoticed and aloof,
still I pray " by the squeaky old gate
that tomorrow will find" him...as mine:
seasons pass like long processions
that in final screams of angst,
I learn to dance alone...
First Place
Categories:
squeaky, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Squirrel's squeaky squeal...!
It was a warm evening stroll
along the bund of a canal;
The river flowing further away,
I used canal bund for my sway.
The muddy man-made track,
along the thickly wooded bank!
Many pleasant birds in sight,
going about their duties right!
Egrets, Storks, Ibis and Heron,
Peacocks with it's hens' harem.
A wading flock of herded ducks,
herded by herdsman's quacks!
Cattle criss-crossing at its will,
quenching thirst in waters still!
Fields of Paddy and Plantains,
an odd worker who maintains!
Rarely, a reptilian friend in way,
out to scramble as if I had a say!
All these and many more of wild,
their life in manner that is so mild!
That's when I came across one,
scooted away from me to shun!
A Squirrel, saw me - open 'n' bare,
fixed it's gaze on me with its pair!
Ran ahead and away - tail a tower,
a Palm tree to scale for its cover!
Squeaky squeal as it made its way,
hoping to shoo it's troubles away!
It's tummy and heart kept pounding
'rustle of my approach', in it hounding!
Frequent peep from its side and over,
to keep me away from it - however!
Gait of mine as I approached close,
see fear in its eyes and pointed nose!
Hid itself, up in that Palmyra crown,
did I see it staring at me with a frown?
Mindful and yet unmindful of it I walk,
without any thought in me to stalk!
For fear was caused by, in its mind,
no role of mine in it - is what I find!
Categories:
squeaky, beauty, environment, fear, how
Form:
Free verse
My name should be Lucille.
I am that squeaky wheel.
If some things wrong I'll weigh it.
I'm not afraid to say it.
Some may not want to know her.
She's been a whistle blower.
I'm not a quiet bird.
My voice is always heard.
I'll never give you peace, so
just give me that grease.
Categories:
squeaky, voice,
Form:
Light Verse
Squeaky Floors
It’s way past your bedtime,
You’re still wide awake.
How many more books,
Is it gonna take?
Little boys at this time of night,
Should be fast asleep.
Lay down and close your eyes,
Let me not hear a peep.
You need your rest,
To grow big and strong.
It’s important,
I would never steer you wrong.
Give me a kiss goodnight,
And say your prayers.
Don’t worry,
I’ll stay right here.
At last,
He fell asleep.
I waited until,
I thought it was deep.
I made my way,
To the door.
But he quickly awoke,
From the squeaking floor.
Go back to sleep,
My dear son.
No rest for the weary,
Until it’s done.
Categories:
squeaky, sonme,
Form:
Rhyme
This is Mr. Squeaky, mouse reporter,
squeaking to you from the Swiss cheese quarter,
where the crime bosses will decide the price
you'll have to pay for a provolone slice.
My modest size lets me to infiltrate
the safe house where they will decide the fate
of decent queso lovers like you and I -
oh no - they want to restrict the supply!
Don "Blockhead" Cheddarino, barks and glares
at an aging figure, caught unawares,
Gouda Bidini, aged not to perfection,
"Our common goal, deplete the deli section."
What will they do with the power they seize?
Good people, they will take away our cheese!
They'll attack all of us midnight snackers.
They'll take away the brie for our crackers!
This, friends and viewers, is no baloney -
no more cheddar for our macaroni!
We'll take a bite, and we'll sit and stare
when our grilled-cheese sandwich is filled with air.
They're going to agree to a treaty:
no more mozzarella for baked ziti.
We need something stretchy on pizza pie -
a serious case for the FBI.
Better bring in J Cheddar Hoover fast.
My appetite's going nuts - I won't last.
This has been your intrepid mouse reporter,
and aspiring exquisite cheese importer.
Good night and good luck. You think this is so dumb?
Wait 'til you see me in my next po-em.
Categories:
squeaky, food, humor,
Form:
Rhyme