Best Squirmy Poems
A corner shop, a busy street
your mother's hand, your dragging feet
I can almost set the scene.......A messy rack of magazines,
A barber pole, some shaving cream, and jars of greasy Brilliantine
I try to picture you back then,
How many barbers have there been?
Your rosy cheeks, eyes shining bright,
above the crisp white cloth so tight,
around your neck. (You hated that!)
A squirmy worm, but there you sat
Your daddy waits to pay the bill
Darn it, won't you please hold still?!!
Today there's less to take off top
Behind you, I have snipped and cropped
My scissors fold and I must stop
and for a moment I was there...
and saw that small boy in the chair
Categories:
squirmy, childhood, husband, people,
Form:
Rhyme
A funny thing happened on the way to the john,
I rounded a bend and there sat my young son
Who whined and fussed to be picked up and nursed
So I had to oblige though I quietly cursed.
I continued my quest for some bladder relief
Whilst feeding my baby, supreme mother and chief
When I passed the front door, boob out, zipper down
And there stood our pastor, with an uncomfortable frown.
I tucked and I zipped, then red-faced I said, “Hi.”
He said, “I just stopped for your donated pie.”
Baby under one arm, I retrieved the said pie
And proudly returned with baked good held up high.
But the baby was squirmy and sun in my eyes
So I tripped on the dog, who is almost my size
And that’s when I found out that cherry pie flies
Right into the face of the good Reverend Wise.
Which was not a bad thing, and I do not jest
Because my little boy had pulled out my breast!
And my bladder gave up, the poor little fellow,
As I landed and sat in a puddle of yellow!
So I never did make it to the bathroom that trip
And I had to make up to our poor puppy Skip.
My son, just like always, got his milk and his way
And my husband and I became Jewish that day!
Categories:
squirmy, funny, mother,
Form:
Rhyme
Get Your Dr. Seuss On! Contest
Sponsor: The Seeker
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A FAT SNAKE???
Snakes are squirmy and sassy and naughty,
snakes are wormy and creepy and haughty.
They sleep and hiss and eat all day,
they creep and miss their feet to play.
At the zoo I met a snake big and fat,
Mr. Bleu was let out by the pig and sat.
Vertebrae with a long tongue to scare,
from Paraguay sung a song declared.
Mr. Bleu eats rats and sheep and cows,
a new peacock trapped in a heap by the bough.
Last night I heard a Wild-a-beast cry,
his fright concurred the snake’s feast dry.
He preferred moist meat not old jerky,
he heard the Hoist speak happy and perky.
“You fat ol’ snake get out of this zoo!”
But he sat on a steak, that cruel Mr. Bleu!
He stayed and snacked on a poor giraffe,
he laid on his back all sore and then laughed.
“I’m fat and don’t care what I eat around here!”
He sat and stared on a seat without fear.
Too bad that the green elephant ol’ Mr. Trick,
was a sad marine irrelevant and quite sick.
He turned to Mr. Bleu with a face of disgust,
so stern and threw up with haste so robust.
Mr. Bleu got squirmy and his sassiness died,
he knew he was naughty and with hissiness cried.
“I can’t believe you’d do that to me!”
Mr. Trick wouldn’t leave and stood by the tree.
He stumbled over to the cruel Mr. Bleu,
his tummy rumbled and knew it was true!
The naughty snake shriveled up and retreated,
so haughty and stayed belittled and defeated!
Date Written: May 25, 2016
Categories:
squirmy, children, silly,
Form:
Couplet
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unless
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4/14/18 Seahorse Contest
Sponsor : Julia Ward
Categories:
squirmy, funny, nature, sea,
Form:
Concrete
You’re always dragging on me--
got your sticky icky leavings all
pver the place,
any place most inconvenient.
Always kind of spooky, nervous
but defiant too, back up
step out, get nose to nose
as if to say you’re here for good.
I know it’s you, at night, tasting
my eyes, making me wiggle
and a little itchy
squirmy but never squished, somehow…
One day there’s one of you,
lurking in a corner, the next, a window,
under floorboards, cupboards, skittering
all over my floor and ceilings
and in my clothes so when I undress
there you are, sitting like a star
right on my breast. Okay. I needed that.
To scream. Whack at something
so terribly invasive, biting,
so terribly unobtrusive, until
you leave your icky sticky leavings
as bumps all over me. When
were you walking over me, in the dark
while I dreamed, taking over
saying I’m a leaving little spider left.
Categories:
squirmy, animal, betrayal, environment, giving,
Form:
Quatrain
It's raining, it's pouring
The old man is snoring
Song is driving Mom crazy
I'm gonna to draw her a daisy
Yay, the rain is stopping
I don't want to go shopping
I want to go out and play
I promise to put my crayons away
I'll wear my boots, I won't get wet
Wait, I'm not done colouring yet
The puddles are sure sparkling bright
Daddy, why are clouds grey and white?
Where did all these worms come from?
No, worms are not dirty and not dumb!
Mom! My brother is being really mean
I'll wash them in the puddles, they'll be clean
I love rain, cause the worms come out
Don't ya think I'll make a good girl scout?
Ooh, look at that one, he's so big and fat
Can I keep him as my pet, I don't want a cat
I can name him squirmy, he'll be my friend
Is his face at the front or at the back end?
But he'll miss his friends and be so sad
Plus my sister will get really, really mad
She don't like worms and won't let you in our room
And Mom might sweep you up with her broom
So I'll come and play with you after the rain
That way nobody will ever, ever complain.
Categories:
squirmy, childhood, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
With a wide-eyed grin he slowly dangles his catch
a silvery tilapia- first of the first batch
gingerly gripping the slimy water dweller
to unhook the hook on that unlucky feller.
Reaching out graciously, tactile and slim in form
tiny fingers picking a squirmy little worm
a beautifully presented live dinner bait
for some sweet and sour fish on his glass dinner plate.
Categories:
squirmy, adventure, food, nature
Form:
Rhyme
I'm feeling rather silly today
Not that that's so unusual
But I'm feeling even more silly than usual
Read on and methinks
You'll understand exactly what I mean
Have thoughts of what it would be like
To be a ravishing female
Rather than this hunk of male virility
That I am now
Of course I would be an absolute stunner
With a body to die for
Must stop... I'm getting all squirmy
How about if I became the ruler
Of a large African country and signed into law
That sex is officially permitted
In public places as long as you're wearing
A Lone Ranger mask
Oops! Methinks I may be stepping over the line
Alright, how about becoming a
Standup comedian with my own late night show
Now that's more up my alley
Good thing Leno and Letterman
Decided to call it quits
Guess they knew I was about to take over!
Perhaps I should go lie down a spell
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
squirmy, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
I am taking care of my 11-month-old grandson. I love every-minute and he's stolen my heart. I've seen the growth within him with lots of love and affection he gets. He is crawling and into everything. I never realized how many things needed for this small infant.
Car seat or they won't let you leave the hospital without one
As many diapers as you think you'll need
Diaper bag that handles everything you need on the go
Baby changing table, diaper change as quick as you can they get pretty squirmy
Wipes for their sensitive skin
Diaper rash ointment relieves baby's painful rash
Grocery store plastic bags, fantastic for disposing all those stinky diapers
Baby bath tub, there is such a sweet smell of a freshly bathed baby
No tears baby soap
Washcloths
Baby bath towels hooded or non-hooded
Sleepers with buttons and snaps, they are so much easier to put on
Swaddle or baby blankets, wrapped snug arms from wiggling free
Nail clippers, he loves scratching the back of my arms and face
Baby brush
Baby comb
Thermometer
Baby clothes, they'll grow out of it so fast
Socks
Shoes
Bottles
Formula or milk for hungry
Bottle brush
Baby teething ring to relieve sore gums
Baby binkis it tends to calm them when they are not feeding
Baby dishes
Baby spoon
Variety of baby food and cereal
Juices
Highchair
Bibs
A rocking chair to rock and kiss them good night.
Bassinet or Crib
Crib sheets
Toys, age appropriate for learning
Baby walker, fantastic to keep them busy for a little while
Stroller, a must when you walk or shop
Baby proof your whole house, once they start crawling, they are into everything
Camera, time goes so fast you'll want to remember it all.
7/29/2019
A dream worth living for
Born in the image of an unspoiled soul
Newborn stretches it's small limbs
Hungers, cries, crawls, and walks
A new peaceful dawn, a new world unfurled
5/14/2019
Poetry Contest: Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Categories:
squirmy, baby,
Form:
List
I'm haunted by this image of someone
With a smile that lights up the room
Colourful teeth that are oh so enticing
Often seen riding a broom
Legs with knees meet in the middle
Big footsies the size of canoes
Hair like a mass of squirmy worms
Breath smelling a lot like pooh
Gangly arms hanging down to her knees
Eyes that look in a different directions
Gnarly fingers so bent and boney
Quite a sight sure gets your attention
Forgive me for running off at the mouth
T'was an alarming vision I saw
A nightmare to end all nightmares for sure
A vision of my dear mother-in-law!
Categories:
squirmy, funny,
Form:
Quatrain
I wish to reminisce
Upon the bliss
Of triumph
And the agony
Of tragedy;
Are they not twin and twisted ends
Observed as life occured
In random spurts and trends?
To calculate and gauge his fate
Man did create
The chime of time;
One more illusion born
Inside the mystic mind.
But once accepted
Does become illusion now rejected
And reality's new find.
As time is heard to tock and tick
We do begin to ration it -
Evaluate and allocate
Each tick and tock upon the clock.
Life is lived by few
Observed by many
And understood by none -
Not one!
Though volumes have been written
And creative man is smitten
By the elegance of eloquence
In erudite philosophies
Combined with feeble prophecies;
Man still can only speculate and fabricate
More trendy theories empty of all consequence.
The bard of Avalon
Knew nothing new would ever be
Found underneath the sun;
And though the bard is gone
His truth lives on and on and on.
Man's emotional devotion
To dissecting every notion
Into tiny bits from bigger bits
Until he finds a bit that fits
Within his pre-dissection so prophetic wit of wits,
Has only gained mankind
A loss of nonexistent time.
And in another galaxy
Far, far away,
There is a sweaty desert prophet
Eating crawling things and calling
All inhabitants to suck on worms
And be reborn
In squirmy wormy ritual rebirth.
Their prophet is quite similar to one
Found once upon a time right here on earth.
The Prophet:
"Repent, repent,
Prevent, prevent,
And then repent again;
Then maybe the creator of this hot incinerator
Will awaken His forsaken self, procrastinator
Self, and will begin his job again creating good...forgiving sin.
Now crack this crispy critter's back till flat between your teeth,
There's nothing like a juicy, chewy bug to feed your love;
It tastes a bit like chicken say the bug gourmets beneath
The desert floor who rarely speak to we who live above.
Go save your soul and eat your treat
And I will stay right here to greet
The Son of the Creative One
Who says His work is never done;
But after all He is the Son
Of He who always needs to sleep
And blood can run in blood so deep
Such lazy ways may slowly creep
And leave the Son of One too weak
To carry on the awesome dawn
With all creative juices gone."
Categories:
squirmy, satire, son, son, time,
Form:
Narrative
Most of what I write about
Never even came close to happening
Is this perhaps a failure on my part?
Do you wish to see me beneath all this covering?
Well truth be told I'm kind of a quiet person
One who finds awe in the most random things
Even a minuscule fleck of dust
Can inspire a song from deep within!
I like to ride my bike in the summertime
Beneath shadowed trees - where it feels most sublime
I like to laugh at nonsensical sounds
I don't even care if anyone else is around!
I like to say "Hi there!"
Even if the greeted looks rather glum
Though somewhat selfish
I like to think I'm as open-minded as they come
This is all just the outside,
The well maintained exterior of the inner me
As a machine often leaks oil, as do I bleed ink
Forming a map to guide you through -
The country of Timothy!
I won't lie and say
It's the best place to live and die
(Though it is pretty seeing
The occasional thought breeze by)
You best grab them squirmy things
While they're good and hot
Some are gold and some only copper...
But it's honestly all I got!
The denizens serve me well
In my castle high on the hill
But they don't know the King himself
Has even bigger shoes to fill
His friends and family tug and pull
Wishing me to be like this - to be like that
Well ME is all I will ever be!
Did I not just show you the map?
Inspired by the zany poems
of Jack Ellison
Categories:
squirmy, freedom, imagination, me, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Hungry for sure
We sat on our seats.
Hungry we were
For 'Cat In The Hat' eats.
Sally and I
And our fish on a date,
Wondering why
Such a long wait,wait,wait.
We were hungry and late
And the wait we did hate.
But after a while
Our waiter did appear,
With laughter and a smile
And an eye straight and clear.
He asked dry and droll,
"What can I get you today?
Shark fin soup in a bowl?
The catch of the day?
A nice fish fillet?"
But the fish turned bright red,
"I know what you're doing!
With my tiny fish head
You are screw, screw, screw screwing!"
We ordered pulled pork,
The fish wanted flakes
The waiter went to work
But he made some mistakes.
He brought back two big dishes.
Both seemed alive.
A great plate of squirmy Squishes,
and a pot of endive.
The great plate not so great.
A lot in the pot is what we got.
With a bang bang clang clang
And a lion-like roar,
He rang out and sang,
"Here's two meals you'll adore!"
But both sets of dishes, all the squirmy Squishes
And endive not asked for, ended up on the floor.
The fish said "Let's fly without a good-bye.
This waiter is nuts, no ifs ands or buts".
Then our waiter returned to the room
with a broom,
And started to sweep
With a zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom.
And he cleaned up the Squishes,
Cleared up the endive.
With a couple of swishes
And a juke and a jive.
"I'm sorry for this.
I'm sorry for that.
I'm sorry the Squishes went down with a splat"
Said the waiter who worked at The Cat In The Hat.
"I'll full up your fork, you can trust me.
I'll go pull your pork, and flick flakes for fishy".
The meal tasted good.
As good as it could.
And we heavily tipped
Like we should, should, should, should.
Someday we'll return.
One thing we did learn,
A good place to eat at?
'The Cat In The Hat'!
March 18 2017
Submitted to the 'I need a cup of Seuss' Poetry Contest
Categories:
squirmy, food, silly,
Form:
Rhyme
A baby conceived is nothing more than the fruit of its mother's womb and the seed of its father's loin. In a mother's womb a baby is an unnatural, squirmy, annoying miracle of life.
When I was with child I wanted to runaway, but then the phenomena would still be with me. Everywhere I went those fluttering toes under my ribs, a grape fruit size budge trying to burst through my flesh. Oh how I wished for the movement to stop. When it did I prayed for my baby to start moving again.
As the fruit of my womb grew my belly expand beyond belief. Carrying that small bundle of joy is the most annoying part of having baby. The pushing and the screaming was scary, but most rewarding in the end.
Categories:
squirmy, family, baby, baby, fruit,
Form:
Prose Poetry
black phantom shadows -
(human beings)
aromas do float
but are rarely seen
check out the scent on the putrid, muted
breeze - busted-up blood tragedy - so many
people trapped - flat in the middle of a Kafka dream
people are fine with the all night whine - the sirens
sound like Donizetti's Borgeia in C - the street has
lost its funky-monkey mind - won't listen to a melody
in any other key
maximize a siren's highest boost -
play the wail in C - it will finds a
place to roost - the people love to listen
to melodic wailing melodies in C
mister dumpster's full tonight
as nighgtime dippers drop from sight
safer hipper dippers dip at morning light
while crack-head harlot dippers
wed to their head - after smokin' crack - can
disappear at noon and end up dead -
like poor Lizzie crack-head - dippin' to get fed
Lizzie takes her dive in dumpster number nine
lunch in the city be a pity not to dine in a loaded
dipsy-dumpster where the food tastes fine
but Lizzie leaned far and fell right in - but no
greedy harlot at the bottom of the bin - 'cause
squirmy little wormies ate Lizzie and her sin
bright badge's shine
on a Saturday night
uninformed authority
on famine and blight
people never look
a beat cop in the eye
no matter what the truth
or street wise lie
street people know
the bureaucratic game
are dirty little shake-downs
of multitudinal shame
you don't talk to cops
you don't give your name
you never let a cop
be director of the game
day to day gravity can cause great pain - on paralyzed,
gutter-bound people in the rain - better stand guard
over precious cityways - Mammon's dimmin' down -
seen its better days - when the harsher haze of poverty
was hidden in the maze of interlocking alleyways where
shrouded safe in darkness - the furry vermin plays
Categories:
squirmy, image, political,
Form:
Rhyme