Best Tipper Poems
There once was a stripper named Tipper
who used tape instead of the snipper.
Duck tape was his friend
When he did a back bend
But his pec’s still popped his side zipper.
Once while topless he pranced cross the floor
On each nipple a tassle he wore
Round they did twirl
Just like the girls
Ole Ted Tipper was never a bore.
Cross the stage he would scoot
In his red "do me" boots
long locks on his head
of real pretty red
and he'd bring in a whole LOTTA loot!
Like tipper tapping tiny feet toddling
I watched your mirriard of droplets
stream down my car window
Night sky like the backdrop of a show
and the lightning strikes adding to the mood of the performance
where ordinarily it might highlight or cast creepy shadows
Several crashes of thunder the only sound affects
breaking the deathly silence you could have sliced through
Stormy air and the countless hairs
of the body anticipating action
was the change in atmosphere of any such production
Yet for all the familiarity of yet another down turned weather front
something was amiss
I sat there trying to will my merry-go-round world to stop
to let me off and set me free once more
that I might strike out loose and run wild once more
like a horse loose of the reigns widly galloping away
alas I couldn’t budge
just sat their frozen to my seat
despite needing my home comforts around this hour
Knocking every ounce of confidence from me
breaking me to a point
where my tears were but one with the evenings downpour
No chocolate or ice-cream treats for pick-me-ups
nor interval for refreshment here
which would have been at least a little concillation
No, right now the world stood still
as our relationship played over from start
until someone knocked on the glass
concerned as to whether or not I was alright
Black and boggle eyed from wet mascara and numerous tears
like something out of a horror film
I turned to see who dare break this spell
Nodding to say I was fine
but not stupid they could see far from it
They pulled me out into secure arms
You could have been anyone
but you were gentle and understanding
A raging fire warmed by chilled bones
with simple hot sweet tea and the warmth of a blanket
your eyes soaked me in drawing out my story
you listened intently
I poured out my soul
You drank me in
Bringing me out of myself
you turnd so much sadness to humor
putting another chapter of life to bed
opening another as day broke through
I am now thankful for what passed
for without that part of life
we might never be making our own sweet music
creating future ambition and drive
Nesting and nestling as one together
Souls on one ship we sail new seas
There was a stripper called Tipper
Who trapped his tool in his zipper
Caught his nuts in the teeth
And shredded the skin beneath
They now call him Jack the ripper
TIT-ELATION
Cute Cecily worked as a stripper
Men ogled, some helped with her zipper
Huge implants were the star
When she whipped off her bra
She’d lap dance for any big tipper!
(For Misty with love)
03/24/21
By Sashi.Prabhu(zeauoxian0
(18th February 2012 nite at Kentucky shack on colva beach)
I was browsing through the menu and laid my eyes upon interesting cocktails and mock tails.
I snapped up the names with the blackberry camera and wove them together to couplets.
Dedicate this one to my friends who love and cherish the cocktails and mock tails.
Cheers……………………………
With love from zeauoxian, black lady, Tom Collins,
Three peaks merlot, white lady, John Collins.
Between the sheets, pink pusy, screaming ******,
Pink lady, lost bikini, ******.
Misty nite, hairy navel, ding a ling,
Sunset, buttock clencher, Singapore sling.
Lady killer, fuzzy navel, coconut diaquiry,
Bloody Mary, fenny wenny woo woo, orange diaquiry.
Pure calypso, climax, kick in the balls,
Caribbean fever, planter’s punch, rocks for the dolls.
Peach pleasure, tequila sunrise, margarita,
Pina coloda, sunset, caipirnha.
Coco colada, slippery dick, the hammer,
Gimlet, sweet nips, tequila slammer.
Passona orange, passona lime, sex on the beach,
Orange blossom, lime blossom. Passionate peach.
Gin fiz, Cuba libre, Roby Roy,
Black lagoon, black Russian, beach buoy.
Fight fiesta, stinger rum cocktail, side car,
Negroni, pink elephant, brandy lime shot from the bar.
Mohjito, long island iced tea, whiskey sour,
Renaissance merlot, vina tarapoca chardonnay.
All these heady concoction,
Many of them and lots of action.
The science of achohol blending, of the art of mixology,
All these to the tipper is fun and to do with a smooth tripology!!!!!!!!
Limerick : Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence
Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence
Looked high and low and over the fence
When at last he found it
It wasn’t worth his spit
Ha’penny tipper got his comeuppance
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Al created the algorithm
One late night as Tipper danced with him
The thought came by chance
As they freestyle danced
Initially dubbed "Al Gore Rhythm!"
There once was a flexible stripper
got her nipple caught in a zipper
the fabric flexed
but she was vexed
It got sawed off in the gripper
There once a one-nippled stripper
she lost her nip in a zipper
but she’s still healthy
and now she’s wealthy
‘cause a one-handed fan’s a big tipper
There once was a one handed guy
who saw a loose nipple go by
at the Bada BIng
shoulda heard him sing
he caught the next one on the fly
Now the one-nippled stripper has money
Now the one-handed guy has a honey
you never know
how life will go
You might not miss what you lose ain’t it funny?
I was browsing through the menu and laid my eyes upon interesting cocktails and mock tails.
I snapped up the names with the blackberry camera and wove them together to couplets.
Dedicate this one to my friends who love and cherish the cocktails and mock tails.
Cheers……………………………
With love from zeauoxian, black lady, Tom Collins,
Three peaks merlot, white lady, John Collins.
Between the sheets, pink pusy, screaming ******,
Pink lady, lost bikini, ******.
Misty nite, hairy navel, ding a ling,
Sunset, buttock clencher, Singapore sling.
Lady killer, fuzzy navel, coconut diaquiry,
Bloody Mary, fenny wenny woo woo, orange diaquiry.
Pure calypso, climax, kick in the balls,
Caribbean fever, planter’s punch, rocks for the dolls.
Peach pleasure, tequila sunrise, margarita,
Pina coloda, sunset, caipirnha.
Coco colada, slippery dick, the hammer,
Gimlet, sweet nips, tequila slammer.
Passona orange, passona lime, sex on the beach,
Orange blossom, lime blossom. Passionate peach.
Gin fiz, Cuba libre, Roby Roy,
Black lagoon, black Russian, beach buoy.
Fight fiesta, stinger rum cocktail, side car,
Negroni, pink elephant, brandy lime shot from the bar.
Mohjito, long island iced tea, whiskey sour,
Renaissance merlot, vina tarapoca chardonnay.
All these heady concoction,
Many of them and lots of action.
The science of achohol blending, of the art of mixology,
All these to the tipper is fun and to do with a smooth tripology!!!!!!!!
Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Words from a John Denver song
It definitely applies to real life situations
A lot of things can surely go wrong
They say it depends on which side of the bed
You get up on and slip into your slippers
Sounds to me like a lot of whoola boola
You alone are the scale tipper
Can hear you now, “another rah rah poem”
Wake up happy, diddly doo!
Sure works for me and I'm nothing special
Why wouldn't it work for you
It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it
Gonna keep sending them out to you
Feel I was destined to spread the good word
To turn skies from grey to blue
© Jack Ellison 2013
I drove
A cab
Twelve hour days
Of sullen streets
Strangers
Wild kids
Bored cops
Pushing through
The clogged veins of the city
People and traffic everywhere
Moving
Searching
For
Something to buy
Or someone to own.
It was a summer
Of hot days
And slow nights
When I picked her up
I didn't know her name
So I called her Melissa
Long brown hair
Form fitting white top
Tight breasts
Friendly smile
Perfect tan
And a look in her eyes
All the way up Madison
She talked
In her preppie school accent
About her husband
Her small apartment
Her job
And the kids
She didn't have.
She talked and I
Wondered what else did she want to forget?
She called me Charlie Brown
"You're the man
Charlie Brown"
She was pretty
And I was lonely
So I smiled
Nodded my head
And listened.
I liked her
But I knew my place
I was the driver
And she was Melissa
When we stopped
I glanced at the fare
It looked small in my hand
Melissa was not a big tipper
Still I watched
The way her hips and thighs
Slid across the back seat.
When she got out
Her smile froze
And she
Never looked back.
Every time I drove up Madison
Past the expensive stores
Shoppers
Strolling by
Carefree
Not a worry in the world
I thought of her
Wondering if she made up with her husband
Had kids
Or moved out.
I would slow down
Hoping
To catch a glimpse of her
Somewhere in the crowd
But I never saw her again.
A better gentleman there never was
Kind loving and generous man
Bon vivant and lavish tipper
Articulate, meticulous and dressed to the nines
Phoned his mother every Sunday religiously
Never a bad thing to say about anyone
It was a Friday after work
Celebrating the end of the week
More exuberant than usual
Spring was in the air
The days were getting longer
And the breeze warmer
He loved life till the very last minute
When it wasn’t baseball
It was Texas Hold’em
Then that fateful Friday afternoon he said
‘Tell my family I love them’
Just like that
We buried him on St.Patrick’s Day
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon
I’ll never forget that one final glance
That one lone sentinel by his grave
Standing guard
Up on that hill against the setting sun
A fitting tribute honouring
A man who had lived and loved
Every blessed day of his life
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
the season of blessings is season of rains,
showers from heavens for humanities gains,
the rumbling thunder with the low flying clouds,
with a crack of lightening blitzing aloud!
the tipper tapper then comes waltzing down tracks,
plants green with glee as rain waters drying cracks,
the wild geese cackle while the ducks take cover,
how welcome to earth is this holy shower!
season of rain is the season in between,
punctuating earth changes frequently seen,
tornados and hurricanes blow the place down,
then rain comes dancing in her shiny gown.
winter has its snow and autumn its colours,
summer brings joy and spring myriad flowers,
my favourite season is season of rain,
without which other seasons would be in vain!
the four seasons have slots and each last three months,
but rainy season is for the whole twelve months,
you can pass an year without summer or spring,
year without rains will many miseries bring!
each season comes and brings its own cheer,
but heavens open up when the rains appear!
go shower in the rain, let skin drip wet,
the closest embrace from God you will ever get!
Written 30/10/2022
11 syllables each line (PS counter)
aabb ccdd… rhyme sequence
The fifth season poetry contest
Anthony Biaanco sponsored
Water, water everywhere
And all the dishes in sink.
Mud tracks smeared everywhere
Wiped away to return in a wink.
Food, food so much to make
Breakfast, lunch, supper.
Just diet, for God’s sake
Plus, you’re such a lousy tipper.
Heaps and heaps in the hamper
Sweaters, hoodies and jeans.
Every day it’s a damper
Walking into these monstrous scenes.
Inspired by the "ruined" first line of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
If you’re going to hug trees
you had best wear a shirt
having really long arms
knuckles dragged in dirt
surely won’t do much harm
If you’re going to hug trees
then you’d best not mind bugs
‘cuz sooner or later
they will return the hugs
below your equator
If you’re going to hug trees
shower after you toil
get used to the itches
that poison ivy oil
will soak through your britches
If you’re going to hug trees
and you’re not a jogger
then be a good tipper
so Ole the logger
won’t show you the chipper