Best Tippy Poems
TIPPY TAPPY FOOTBALL
Tippy tappy football, I hear the pundits say
That's not proper football, that's not how you play
Tippy tappy football, now what's that all about?
Why can't they play like our lads and take the player out
Tippy tappy football, it's a generation thing
Six players through the middle and no one on the wing
Now tippy tappy football will never quite catch on
It's slow and it's lethargic and next year it’ll be gone
This tippy tappy football that the Spanish want to play
It's pass and move and pass and move and keep the ball all day
This tippy tappy football, It’ll be the ruin of the game
Why can't they shoot or make mistakes, it's really very tame
Tippy tappy football, now what's the great big fuss
We like blood and thunder, so it's really not for us
Yet this tippy tappy football, it's on the up and up
It's helped Spain win two Euros, and one Jules Rimet cup!
I have a certain cat,
Who's such a spoiled brat
Tippy is his name,
And eating is his game
He whines early each day,
As in my bed asleep I lay
His loud purring in my ear,
Is all that I can ever hear
He's always wanting more,
Of his dinner for me to pour,
In to his silver food dish,
So he can eat it with great relish
Next, he wants to chase his ball,
To and fro down my hall
Then finally, he likes to take a nap,
While being curled up in my lap
Of warm tiny tears; twas a long night....
Baby swept away amid taunting gray as grim
Photographic images their dreamscapes montrous
Montage bold yet cold, this shivering plight: black pearls
Coloured stones mortified his mosaic an albatros in timeless gales
Insidious insomnia; insolent's ancient anthology spreading wide these wings
Posed a verse her phantom's hearse Pompeii ? Whispering winds awaken the child....
Leviathan's leprechaun: sprinkling magical dust baleful skies prophetic life: tender tides reaching high.
I have a new kitty,
That I named Tippy
He's a Maine Coone breed,
And very special indeed
Long dark colored hair,
Covers him most everywhere
A white tuft and tipped tail,
Are a beautiful detail
Yellow are his eyes
Adding a pretty surprise
He really loves to play,
With balls and toys all day
Someone abandoned him,
Probably on just a whim
While still only a baby,
I'm glad he now belongs to me
Like a small statue
Maggie sits on her rug
Staring at the squirrel
Her squirrel friend Tippy
His tail is white at the tip
She is intense watching
It won't be long before
She stretches at the door
Excited to chase
Tippy up the tree
Then he will look down
To laugh at her
This is how Tippy's day
Always ends every day
Until tomorrow
Tippy plays this game
Teasing Maggie never ends
My friend Ezekiel's
a Southern polygamist hippie
When he hits the bottle
Zeke gets a tad tippy
Can't recall all his wives' names
Each one reminds him of 'Mary Jane'
So, here's how Zeke counts 'em
Mighty proud, loud and plain ~
One Missus Hippie
Two Missus Hippie
Hic! Four Missus Hippie
Five Missus Hippie...
~ Hey, Zeke, you missed one!...
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Revised and Expanded from a 'Speed Joke'
heard a couple of weeks ago on WGN-AM
Radio 720, Chicago, IL
Tippy Toes - Nursery Rhyme
There's a cute little fairy named Tippy-Toes
That's because she dances wherever she goes
A ballerina she'll be, it's seen clearly
How I wish Tippy-Toes was the real me.
I would love to have wings same as Tippy does
A glittery wand that sprinkles fairy dust
To wear her pink, shiny, satin ballet shoes
And appear wearing her elegant tutus.
I'd fly through the air to wherever I pleased
Then I'd dance on the streets with my expertise
Making all my wishes and my hopes come true
Tippy-Toes in my dreams I truly am you.
8th March 2021
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
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I'm sneaking around
on my Jordans
Tippy Toe
~
expected of being in the shadows
I am covered in myself nestling
I have left myself
Tippy Toe
~
you can't see me because I'm light
and in the darkness I'm surrounded
with luminescence
~
I'm feathered between tomorrow
fleshly covered I'm in the corner
I'm in the depth, I'm on the ceiling
I'm on the floor
yet I'm quiet
Tippy Toe
~
and my illumination
is light a hidden
lit up wayward soul
on my feet
Tippy Toe
10/20/23
Written words James Edward Lee Sr2023
Tippy Canoe and Tyler too
Gray rabbit is on top with attitude, spots overdue
Red rhino steadies him as he leans
Balancing a blue ball, which is filled with beans
Rocket ship is kind of in the middle
played by a panda who is never second fiddle
they are all riding across the lake on a tan canoe
decorated by the busy gnomes from Timbuktu
I pirouette, a spinning-top
poised repugnant, on precipitous,
of vanity's stumbling tumble,
to land humbled, defaced.
Tippy Toed Toad loved the rain more than anyone I ever knew.
The only thing he would love better than one shower would be two.
His spots raised up and did a jig with happiness before it was through.
He liked it on his head, he liked it on his tongue and his tippy toes too.
a woman lived in a tippy toppy world.
went by the plain name of old Gerald.
her husband's name was Hannah,
and had a son called Susanna.
she would butter her jam,
and eat her toast with grainy sand.
she put her knickers on her toes,
and wore her shoes on her nose.
everyone walked on their hands,
upon the tippy toppy lands,
a place where the sky was colour of red,
and the trees were made from cornbread.
Don’t get into anything you cannot reach, mama said, mama said.
Tippy Toe Cat was delighted; she summersaulted landing on her head.
Mama said, “I mean it! I don’t want to come home to find you dead!”
Tippy Toe Cat was astounded, but knew she was going for that bread.
Bread had been sliced and was put into a high up silverware drawer.
He heard Tippy Toe Cat creeping up there, and he kind of swore.
Dang cat! He said. She will eat me up and I will end up as gore.
That is when he heard her sniffing with her whispers and much more.
Tippy Toe Cat was wobblily, and not happy to be working this hard.
Along came an ornery brother Tad who fancied himself a kind of bard.
He began singing opera, his fat tummy shook like freshly made lard.
Frightened wobbling Tippy Toe Cat yelled “Go play out in the yard!”
In a few seconds Tippy Toe Cat had been knocked to the floor.
That stupid yippy neighbor dog had come through her own cat door!
She was as angry as she had ever been and her petootsie was sore.
She yowled and hissed and pinned that stupid dog to the floor.
Her mommy came home and saw the mess and got mad.
Ha-ha thought bread, I am so glad she knows Tippy Toe is bad.
Tippy Toe let the stupid neighborhood dog go, and he was truly glad.
But no bread was eaten by a cat that day, delighting her brother Tad.
Miss Juliette trips the light fantastic
To temporary, temporal, tempo clocks
Pirouettes and dips, like tight elastic
In her bustles and bows and bobby socks
A whirlybird, a wonder, a wisp of the wind
Tippy-toeing to tantalize her toes
Spinning and grinning, unaware of the wind
Tippy-toes tapping to where the wind blows
Her future foretold by random gypsies
Tippy meandered east to Poughkeepsie
She fell in love there
Grew out her blonde hair
Took a liking to drink ~ now she’s ‘Tipsy’