Best Toddy Poems
The freedom to love is threatened
Is it possible to goes for happiness
in a world of deep injustice?
There is a gray shutter on the mountain
before the sun suddenly lights up the day
Smiling, whistling and soft tones
The delightful taste of autumn's sweet fruits
Autumn does not regret its short time
The "Scream" that was spun
by colorful leaves
Sip on a hot Blackcurrant toddy
Autumn closed the door quietly
and leaves the ice key on the stairs
Death, with its kiss of fire
When the angels of heaven
sprinkle sugar on the ground
Winter drives through your dream
Feel the silence and the absence,
appreciate the presence
25.10.2020
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Poem of the Day 26.10.2020
On a spotty, sprinkled day, at the Plott's house on the block,
A squatty Uncle Scotty had sent a polka dotted, cuckoo clock!
The family said "That's handy!", and found a spot upon a shelf
For the dandy, new Swiss timepiece,...next to toddy mix and tea pots!
While Mommy Plott washed all her pots, Daddy Plott worked in the yard
The children, too, were caught worn out, after swatting flies so hard
By the twilight of the evening, they were worn, like pennies spent
Supping lentils, corn and pintos, ...then, up stairs they gladly went
Daddy Plott turned out the lights, falling, plop, right into bed
But bolted up with such a jolt!!...loud "CUCKOOS!!" hurt his head!!
The brand-new clock, made such a noise, his nerves hung by a thread !
That yoddling bird, that could be heard, might wake the neighborhood!
It popped out every hour, and the sour house would shake
With a hollering "CUCKOO' voice....with an awful racket made!
They covered it with pillows...and took it from the room
But the "CUCKOO-CUCKOO-CUCKOO" could be heard...from even the moon!!
They would just doze off, fall fast asleep, and think that it was done....
But when the hands said Next O'Clock......it would cluck out lots more fun!!
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock...four....!!
The poor little bird, with his voice getting sore....
Saying 'cuckoo', ....'Cuckoo'......"CUCKOO!!!" again !!!
So Daddy took out the tick...........then he took out the tock
Then he defrocked little birdy.....so that he couldn't talk
Now it sits on a shelf.....in the house at the Plott's
Even the clock's little birdy.....can sleep like a rock!
Santa’s sleighing high,
Among the starlit sky,
Mounds and mounds of toys,
For all the girls and boys.
Rudolph leads the trip,
Knows every curve and dip,
Rudolph knows his way so well,
Santa can relax, how swell!
Ho, ho ho he shouts,
Have never any doubts,
For every child, the elves
Have packed, lovely lovely toys,
For all the girls and boys.
No child will wake up sad,
For none have been so bad,
Promised they've been good,
Mom and dad agreed,
So all the children will be glad.
Rudolph dives down fast,
This night has magic sprinkles,
Forever this will last.
Down every chimney Santa goes
One of his tricky feats,
Looks forward to his treats,
And brandy in case he’s cold,
Homemade biscuits and tea,
His face shines up with glee,
He’s thankful to each family,
Ho ho he shouts out happily.
He’s tired but content,
Nearly woke up Benny Trent.
All the toys have been delivered,
Must get home before the blizzard.
Rudolph, North Pole please,
I’m cold, i have a wheeze,
Mrs Claus is baking,
Santa’s toddy in the making,
She made a stew so yummy,
Santa rubs his tubby tummy.
Thank you, Santa Clause,
You deserve only applause.
For eons around this globe
You’ve been,
Yet never ever seen,
Delivering so many toys,
To all the girls and boys.
elivering so many toys,Tr all the girls and boys.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Captive to the wind and season
Storms around me raged with fury
I was becalmed without reason
Oh, the wind was fickle some days
And at times it would cease to blow
Then I would meander softly
Unpropelled and no place to go
'Twas the sea and it kept me there
The domain of mermaids and whales
I was akin to Davey Jones
And belonged in seafaring tales
The wind in the mast sails afloat,
Is enough for those of us so chosen
A salty yarn of days long gone
Of a trip with a drunken bosun
Oh, I would go back to the seas
If I were of able body
All I ask's a fellow rover
And a full tankard of toddy
1-29-20
Contest: Famous Poetic Lines That Inspire
"I wandered lonely as a cloud' by William Wordsworth
Sponsor: Silent One
Cottage dreams, wooden cabins and the scent of burning campfires
Every July we would gather at Vince's cottage to see Santa in attire
Into the water he would go with his speed boat full of presents
all the kids would run to see the bearded man with a belly bent
There was no snow, no mistletoe, no hot toddy, just sweet lemonade
all the kids would line up straight just waiting for that gifted accolade
We had never heard of Christmas in July for us this was spanking new
at night we sat around at fire and sang carols until half past two
Today I reminisce about those days of Christmas in the summer heat
we wore flip flops and passed out freeze pops, oh it was all so neat
Now when winter holidays arrive with cold and winter storms abroad
we talk about Vince and his Xmas antics, before he left to be with God.
July 22, 2022
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
Contest Name Christmas in July
It's nineseventeenPM.
and here I am again.
I truly need to sleep,
and rise as day doth peep.
I lie in bed thinking,
feeling very romantic.
Turnin' and tossin
Tossin and turnin'
imagining kissing
each part of his body.
I sure need a hot toddy.
My eyes are growing dim,
"I have loved none but him."
6/28/2018
I never quite knew
what it meant.
And, if explained,
I never understood.
Shoot! I've never even LIKED the game!
And, I never thought that I would.
But,
The fear... The pride...
The gleam, in my eye...
The joy in my heart...
could only mean one thing.
I'm a football mom...?
YEAH!, A FOOTBALL MOM!
I love you, sweetie.
Now honey, you get out there,
AND, HIT SOMEBODY!!
OH! Did I just say that?
Where did that BASS come from?
Now, you be careful,
when you HIT SOMEBODYYYY!!!
OH MY! Well, anywho...
I've got my blanket, rain gear,
and my thermos (minus the toddy),
so, I'll still be nice and toasty,
when you HIT SOMEBODYYY!!!
I may not care for the game,
but I love the kid, who plays it.
Proud football mom, am I,
and my heart is just ablaze with it.
This feeling right here, is the BOMB!
So, whether home or away,
I'm in that thang!
Hecks YEAH!!!!
I'm a football mom!
The intricate dusting of tree limbs and grass
paints such a quaint picture tonight.
Cold hands in mittens , warm breath fogs the glass
as we find our way towards the light.
Crackling hearth's such a delight!
I'm snug as can be all wrapped up in your arms
though outside our window it's snowing.
Captured here happily by all your charms
I can't even hear the wind blowing.
The warmth of you's all that I'm knowing.
Let's drink a hot toddy and toast to the night
as we cuddle and watch all the snow.
The flakes as they drift are a beautiful sight.
Right beside all the lamp posts they glow
All night long they'll continue to blow.
The warmth of the fire makes us sleepy and such.
I am here by your side,close your eyes.
I'm lost in your eyes as I feel your sweet touch.
We'll sleep as the wind howls and cries;
awaken to a snowy sunrise.
for contest "A Winter's Night" sponsored by Francine Roberts
written November 18th, 2013
Limerick : Once a typsy Toddy-Tapper took Wench
Once a typsy Toddy-Tapper took Wench
Up coco-nut tree with monkey wrench
He pumped her full toddy
Till Wench was tight giddy
But she hung on to ? nuts with wrench.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Unquotable quotes - III
When in Rome, do as the Roman Nero.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the vain and the
insane.
A grenade a day keeps the refugee away.
Cut your coat according to your girth.
The kettle calling the pot back.
Like father, like son; like mother, like neither.
Singing in the rain can get you pain in Spain.
Singing in the rain in Paris can get you chicks who do
the twist with fairies.
A sound heart in a sick body is like a tart groggy with
toddy.
The sun also rises best in the West.
Who said beggars are not choosers: they can choose the
place and moment they beg.
A white tiger abhors orange.
A policeman’s girl always wears handcuffs behind her
back.
A lawyer who licks the back of hands always gets paid
first.
A judge who yells at you tends to reduce the sentence to
a phrase.
Building castles in the air with sand is cheaper by far.
A marathon runner remembers the thighs but not the
laps.
At the end of the day is when you make your greatest
mistake – you go to sleep.
Churn milk to make curd: churn speech to make turd.
Pounding rice as a marriage rite brings no surprise on
the wedding night.
One swallow doesn’t make a drunkard out of a
teetotaller, but it sure signals a dry summer.
Cricketing jargon
The late-cut is the shave you missed out.
The off-cut is the cover drive turned phut.
The leg-pull is the batsman’s bras de fer to the leg
spinner.
The long-stop is the twelth man on the field.
The straight drive pierces the umpire’s reverie.
The full-toss is the fast bowler’s slipped disc.
The ton-up comes after the spin bowlers give up.
The innings defeat is the army beating the retreat.
Test matches end up in ditches for pitches.
A bumper is an un-coded message from the bowler to the
batsman.
A bumper is an overt warning to the inveterate blocker.
Tail-enders get to face the best batsmen all-rounders.
Umpires inspect pitches at the start of a match for coins
dropped by lawn-mowers.
An over-throw is a fielded ball flung by an outfielder at
the umpires and which misses the wickets by miles.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Christmas Panic at the Pole
With only 12 days before Christmas,
Santa‘s concerned with the weather report,
the sleigh has a major malfunction,
needs repair and the time’s running short.
All the elves have themselves in a panic,
their shifts running twenty-four seven,
their tired and stressed but are doing their best
with remaining days numbering 11.
The reindeer are poised and polished,
Santa conducts their inspection with praise,
with the flight plan officially filed,
they’re all set to depart in 10 days.
Rudolph is fighting a head cold
But Santa knows he’ll be fine,
Santa rubs him with Vicks, with a hot toddy mix
cause he has to be ready in 9.
Bad news from North Pole repair shop,
some parts for the sleigh might be late
and there’s no time for home delivery tonight
as the countdown continues to 8.
Mrs. Claus and her singing elves,
entertain in the hall till eleven,
she has to confess as she plays all requests,
she’ll be glad when its over in 7.
Santa’s caught double dipping the eggnog,
with 6 left he has gained one more pound
those cookies and chips have gone this hips
he’ll be lucky to get off the ground
Mrs. Clause coaxes Santa try on his suit
they look at each other with dread,
with 5 days to go, it’s three inches to tight,
she looks for a needle and thread.
Well, tragedy has been averted
the sleigh’s fixed and Rudolph’s alright
with only 4 days before Christmas is here
looks like everyone’s up for the flight!
The Elves throw a disco party
Santa’s soaking his feet instead
with 3 days to go what he wants most of all
is a good night’s sleep in his bed.
The North Pole workshop got buried
in a blizzard with 2 days to go,
Santa summoned the elves at 3am
to shovel 12 inches of snow.
The presents are loaded, the reindeers prance
Christmas eve is finally here
Ho Ho Ho Santa cries as he flies cross the sky
“MERRY CHRISTMAS and HAPPY NEW YEAR”
Liz Labadie -Reilly
My eyes groaned , morning arrived, I realized,
Then a moment of dire shook my entire stiff body.
Did that night really happen? Did that happen to me?
Was that a “gift” from my uncle Toddy?
I was high, couldn’t move, when he raised my back up and then
… oh no, I had to go spew.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel, my body was numb,
No one knew what I knew what I went through?
Then, it never happened, not to me, I was in control,
I was only crying from watching movie features.
I had to get busy, that was it, at fifteen, study at school,
I’d concentrate on each of my teachers.
Since then I can’t play footy, sleeping’s a memory,
I don’t talk to family about sexual assault.
I hate being in crowds, don’t touch me, I don’t go out,
And, yes, this is all my own stupid fault.
Now my beautifully effective tool dealing with nightmares
Is to drink and smoke and inject.
I think I’m coping alone in my head really well,
But my wife says I’m emotionally wrecked.
Jimmie Jim my piddling crony was a little toady
Happened to meet a gaudy king who loved a hot toddy
Jimmie’s ass an ace in the hole
Dipped in snail’s pace in the king’s bowl
Said Jim Sire, my daddy, King of Ire, I am your bawdy
CREMATION - Poem for a Husband and Probably his Wife, Also
He wants his bones
No more grown
To her, he groans…
Wants loss of bones
That is, Cremation!
He wants to lose
That precious body
No chance for a last toddy
That route couldn’t keep
Those healthy bones
So it is she who’ll acquiesce
And lose her bones, his bones,
no moans
That is, Cremation!
His wife, instead
Enjoys their bed
She wants to visit
Him, without limit
Though gone, she’d like to see
His bones together, then
Underneath the green, no mind the weather
Please! No Cremation
Visiting him over the dark sky
Underneath that green bed
No one could ever emit a sigh
For, it is known, all others will tread.
Marriage ‘til death departed?
This gal won’t see him martyred
Her bones beside his bones
Or left to her, not his, moans.
He’d like to have sister’s no-bones
In with us! So-La! La!
Setting up a threesome
Ending that freesome.
No more, the Twosome!
About it, make no bones
Cremations don’t go like loans
Paid off, reverse no possibility
Done, there’s now no probability.
Gone, the bones to other energies
Try o try to find those synergies
Gone, is the dust forevermore,
Now - the ashes - you must store.
Gone, the body, evermore.
Ashes to ashes, so it is said
While here, be sure to enjoy your bed.
Cremation, Darnation!
(to be read loud + emphatically)
Carol Rae Bradford
March 2, 2006
9:00 am thru 10:00 am
Old Jonathan Winters
Would have you in splinters
His one-line feeder,
"Take me to your leader!"
Made you record-hoarding,
"This is a recording!"
It was like a toddy
"All over my body!"