Best Timmy Poems
Terrific charmer,blessed and gifted
Invincible love fulfills his heart
Modesty is a reflection of his beliefs
Super dad and souper spice
Master of words and muses
Incredibly kind to all others
Trustworthy and truthful friend
Heartwarming!His sweet gentility
reaches our soul.
Dedicated to Tim Smith
Happy Birthday Sweet Sixteen : )
on the 3rd of December 2014!
Hello mommie, just wanted to drop you a line,
And let you know that I’m doing real fine.
Mommie if I’d still been with you I would have been ten today,
But I understand sometimes things happen, and that’s okay.
There are really a lot of us like me here and Jesus says we are special to Him,
Did you know my name was suppose to be Tim?
Mommie, do you ever miss me?
I sure miss you and hope that someday each other we will both get to see.
Mommie, do I have any brothers or sisters, gosh I sure hope so.
Did you ever tell them about me, I sure hope they know?
Mommie, Jesus says you cry a lot because of what you did and you always seem so blue,
But He says you were real young and scared and didn’t know what else to do.
Mommie, He says I need to forgive you but I already had,
He just smiled and rubbed my head and said I know Timmy and I am very glad.
Mommie I don’t think I’ll send you this letter I’ll just put it with the rest that I wrote,
But mommie I do love you and with that I will close this note.
Love Your Son, Timmy
Here lies Timmy, who loved shows on TV.
Hear one right now being played.
They are not being piped in for free.
He had an eternity's worth prepaid.
Sept. 16, 2018 for Jessie Rowe's "A Funny Epitaph" Poetry Contest
(Parody of "Mary Had a Little Lamb")
Timmy had a long fat snake, long fat snake, long fat snake.
Timmy had a long fat snake; its skin was green and slick.
He showed it to the little girls, little girls, little girls.
He showed it to the little girls, and most of them got sick.
He let is slither down his arm, down his arm, down his arm.
He let it slither down his arm and down his torso too.
And even fellows got a shock, got a shock, got a shock
and even fellows got a shock to see what it would do.
Tim asked his friends to hold the snake, hold the snake, hold the snake.
Tim asked his friends to hold the snake, but no one would comply.
We fear that it will squeeze us tight, squeeze us tight, squeeze us tight.
We fear that it will squeeze us tight – was his friends’ reply.
That’s how my snake shows love, you know, love you know, love you know.
That’s how my snake shows love, you know. Tim told the children that.
That kind of love we’ll do without, do without, do without.
That kind of love we’ll do without – we much prefer a cat!
May 15, 2023 for Miranda Hawley's Mother Goose Grows Up Poetry Contest
Tiny Timmy
Today Tiny Timmy tries to talk. Terry Thomson tells Timmy that talking is too
tough for a two-year-old. Tony Thomson tells Terry not to tell Timmy that. Tammy
Tilson tells Tony, Terry and Tiny Timmy that Tinseltown has two tall towers,
Tinseltown Toy Tower and Tinseltown Trinket Tower. Tammy tells Tony that
there's a Two-Year-Old talking translator there. So Tiny Timmy, Too-Tall Terry,
and Talkative Tony travel to Tinseltown. While traveling, Tony talked to their
Treasurer, Tommy. Tommy told them to talk to Tina. Tina told Tony to travel
tirelessly. Then, during the Thomsons travel, Tina traveled too. At Tinseltown,
Terry taps a tambourine, Tony talks to a toucan, Tina throws a truck, and Timmy
traverses to the trinket tower. Then he finds the two-year-old talking translator. It
translated to this,”Why does this poem have so many T's?”
Timid Timmy dormouse had a lovely home
But he was so sad and lonely; he didn’t want to be alone
He did some spring-cleaning so the house was really neat
He went and brought some nuts and some tasty things to eat
Put up a lovely poster inviting people to tea
Thought it was a good thing to stop him being so lonely
Visitors from far and wide came knocking at his door
Timmy was so happy he’d never had good friends before
He saw the cutest little dormouse in her pretty dress
Stood out like a shining star, he fell in love I do confess
Now Timmy and his ladylove have set up home together
Happy and so much in love, together forever and ever
Jan Allison 16th July 2014
Written for Animals Alive Contest.... but withdrawn in favour of Poor Peter Penguin Poem
Timmy Has Fallen Into a Well
By Elton Camp
Lassie and Timmy are quite a pair
Collie dog and boy with blond hair
They live on a most dangerous farm
Which has plenty of chances for harm
Adding to the boy’s peril I must mention
His parents give his safety little attention
Though to accidents he has proven prone
They seldom check to see where he’s gone
“May I go out into the woods to play?”
Why sure you can, son, just any old day
With Lassie along, you should do fine
If there’s any trouble she’ll give a whine
One big danger we really must tell
You must not go near the deep well
We went out there only last week
Found boards over top were weak
We passed it by with a grin
Only an idiot would fall in
For the unwary child to tell
Sign says, “Beware old well.”
But into the well Timmy did fall
To his dog, Lassie, began to call
I think I have been hurt very bad
Please go and find Mom and Dad
The dog understood what she heard
She is a superintelligent canine nerd
Complex commands are easy to obey
Goes to bring his parents, right away
Back to the farm she will quickly bound
Barks with fury, whines, and turns around
“Paul, Lassie wants us to follow her,”
Let us see what is up with that old cur
“Ruth, I guess you may be right.
Timmy’s probably in some tight.
Of that risk find it hard to doubt
Always trouble when he goes out
The next time he wants to run free
They let him go, happy as can be
Lassie comes back without her friend
Timmy has fallen into the well again.
The tallest toddler who lived in Toronto be
Two year old towering Timmy
Typically Timmy is talkative
today Timmy spoke tired and timidly
Although Timmy towers taller
than ten year old talented Tilly
His sisters tactic to teach tap dance to timmy
has proven to be tough and quite tricky
thoughtfully tread Timmy tiptoes toward tilly
teasing his tipsy like tumbling and tedious shimmy
Cousin Timmy,
So much more successful than me
Cousin Timmy,
He founded Amazon
Cousin Timmy,
He beats his wife just like he beat me in life
Cousin Timmy,
My mother loves him more than me
Timmy Tocks wore different socks
He wore them once at school
The other children laughed at him
And said he was a fool
Timmy Tocks wore different socks
One red one and one blue
His friends said when one sock is red
The other should be too
Tommy Tocks wore different socks
And neither one was pink
His friends said Timmy, don’t do that
For that would make us blink
Timmy Tocks wore different socks
Some children were unkind
His friends said he was odd socks Tocks
He didn’t really mind
Timmy Tocks wore different socks
One blue one and one red
His friends said you should get some more
And this is what he said
The socks I’ve got are not a lot
You might think that’s a shame
I like odd socks, that’s why I've got
Another pair the same
Timmy couldn’t wait for the fireworks display
Brilliant bursts in the night sky blew him away
The first time he saw them he cried,
Then match and chemicals he tried
And now, years later, that’s how Tim earns his pay.
written December 24, 2021
Timmy Titmouse had two loves, both faeries, and delightful.
The differences between them were miniscule, not insightful.
They were both empathetic, kind, and they always loved him so.
Timmy had trouble thinking about just one, both of them glow.
Why not find another titmouse? His parents asked in a stern way.
He did his best, but always came back to faeries, at end of day.
Pink Faerie was nurturing, she had fixed his injured paw.
Blue Faerie was a joy to observe, on her mushroom named Daw.
He liked them both ever so much, for they had been totally kind.
He also like it that both of them had a soft heart and inquiring mind.
Why not another titmouse? His brothers and his sister asked him.
He would think of this when he was running track in the gym.
Why is it always faeries? He asked himself. Why not another titmouse?
Hi there! Someone said. He turned and stared at the Faerie named Touse.
Touse was a red faerie, and she had a smile that lit up the room.
They were soon conversing on FaceTime and Zoom.
Now there were three faeries, and Timmy Titmouse loved them all.
His parents kept begging for grandchildren, and he had to stall.
Why not a titmouse? His grandma asked, irritated and kind of mean.
But Timmy was a connoisseur of faeries, they were each his dream.
In a cemetary, late at night,
Two young men began to fight.
I saw the horrific sight!
Timmy Banks, laying on the ground:
blood was flowing all around.
Timmy Banks' body, cold and blue,
there was nothing I could do.
Timmy Banks I love you.
All of a sudden, up he springs,
praise the Lord is what he sings.
Timmy my son, with heavenly kings.
In the graveyard, the day after,
I hear voices I hear laughter.
My heart was broke then Timmy spoke:
I'm a fix heart crafter.
Sharing memories all afternoon,
Time to go DAD, do not be sad:
We can meet again in June.
Live your life in faith and truth:
Said Timmy Banks-Eternal Youth!
Little Timmy is the apple of his mother’s eye,
Why did Little Timmy make her die?
Hug mommy around the neck,
Slit her throat, what the heck.
Little Timmy loves his Pop,
Why did Little Timmy make him drop?
Loves his daddy without a doubt,
So he blew his brains out.
Little Timmy loves his sis,
Little Timmy doesn’t care if she is missed,
Played with her whenever he could,
She’s in a shallow grave up in the woods.
Little Timmy loves his Grandma and Pa,
Little Timmy was the last person they ever saw,
Loved them more than we’ll ever know,
Found them smothered under a pillow.
Little Timmy loved his family,
But Little Timmy wouldn’t let that be,
Couldn’t live without them he always said,
Even more now that they’re dead.
Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina Parmenter
12/17/18
Running forward,
Looking back,
I feel eyes upon me,
I look around but cannot see.
What is hiding in the shadow?
Who is after me, I don’t know?
I can feel the evil in the air,
I can feel the stare.
It doesn’t matter which way I go,
Closing in on me I know,
I cannot escape,
My terrible fate.
They’ll find my bones in the spring,
And they’ll say it’s a terrible thing,
That happen to old Timmy Mac,
Who left his home and never came back.
Be wary when you wander in the wood,
It will do no good,
You will look back to see,
The one chasing you, is me.