Best Tommy Poems
Unhappy Tommy Macguigan
He wasn't blessed with a big'un
'Twas rather a shrimp
And usually limp,
Poor little thing, best kept hidden.
Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Lived alone in a great big house
Had no sisters, had no brothers
And didn't care too much for others
One day whilst Tommy was playing house
When he came across a friendly mouse
He said 'hey mouse, would you play with me
And then we'll have a cup of tea
So off they went, these two together
And had some fun. It was nice weather
Into the cupboards they did look
And from these cupboards, cheese they took
The sat outside and both got full
Then Tommy trotted off to school
He looked at mouse and said good day
And then he went upon his way
Is he really political.? I mean he runs no party of that ilk.'
Yet I see 'the descriptive given' woven in like silk.)
Is he being held as a terrorist.? Or charged? He pleads
Guilty of journalisam.? Yet has he been pushed into that
Yard.? Guilty he is saying ' yet should that be the case.?
Or is he just tumbling in a fervid word mill-race.? Is any
Body thinking.? Or is it sheer brute force.? How can reason
Be introduced? Measured analysis, rebuttal and thereto
Unto fair discourse.'
Not easy to do as I have had twenty-five pets
I wish I was exaggerating but I am not.
The sweetest cat ever was Tommy Van Lets.
He was an escape artist, rarely ever caught.
He would be gone for days, coming home in the rain.
Discovered how to make a mama cry that woke me up.
He was my gentle green eyed guy, nuzzled like a train.
Loved him every second until I could not any more.
High school lad I was tutoring ran over Tommy one night.
Thinking it was hilarious, showing off, which brought me to tears.
Sadly, it was his grand way of pushing me away.
Helping him too much, and he, immature, for his years.
That sweet kitty baby used to sit in this lad’s lap.
Cuddling while I explained his English and math due.
I have not forgotten this betrayal or sadness of this child.
I guess he was pushing away my soft angel kitty too.
Written 9-27-2019
Contest: Favorite Pet
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TOMMY
Blessed are the souls that sing;
A smile their song, laughter their words,
Whose hearts, though burdened, still take wing
Like radiant sunbirds.
Though Life could sink them with its weight,
Or pinion them with care,
And rein them Earthbound, chained by Fate,
They much prefer the air.
In their bright, empyrean flight,
They carry us along,
And we, like tag tails, hang on tight –
Enchanted by their song.
The crippled lad stood beneath the bell tower
Pulls the rope to ring the bell at the praying hour.
With each mighty heave the bell does toll.
along the street the congregation did stroll.
As parishioner's entered within,
all greeted with an angelic grin.
Determination written on his angelic face,
the young lad continues at a mighty pace.
In the little White Chapel on Maple Road
this crippled boy’s joy is bestowed.
In this small town of one-hundred and nine,
everyone knew that Tommy was short of time.
Tommy Woodward born with a bowed back,
The congregation knew that as a fact.
Tommy would not let his handicap be a deterrent,
but hospital visits were a regular recurrence
On a bright and sunny day the bell ceased to ring,
While inside the chapel the choir sorrowfully sing.
Slowly a solemn procession strolled out the door,
Tommy Woodward will ring the bell no more.
Today is a blank sheet
Oh! What desires I need to meet
Must some go lacking
Most important are the people
You being one that needs my attention
Caerphilly is a small town
Famous for its cheese
Has a castle looks like its falling down
With a Moat around with geese
Outside now stands a large Statue,
It needed to be big he would boast.
Thats what the nature of this man
Big, but stupid loved by most
Its a statue of Tommy Cooper
Comedian a magician that fails
Wore a Fez as his trademark
Born here in Wales
The sculptors name is James Done
A great friend of mine
Has a wicked sense of humour
Smiling all the time
Jim isnt Welsh boohoo
Though he's lived here a long time
Regards himself as proxy Welsh
Though his accent sounds like Tyne
The day Tommy's statue was presented
Was done by Sir Anthony Hopkins no less
Who mentioned he would have loved
To have met Tommy in the flesh
Now it stands there for all to see
The larger than life comedian
Well done Jim your Bronze is f.c.
Can even be seen in *Torfaen"
The link goes directly to the Tommy Cooper site showing pictures of the statues. Mentioning James Done the sculptor.
Torfaen (torfine) is an area next to Caerphilly
f.c. First class
http://www.thetommycoopersociety.org/statue.aspx
Dated 23 January 2013
Oh Tommy cat, precious little guy,
You knew we came to say good-bye.
Our hands reached out to stroke your fur.
We all knew what would soon occur,
That you would have a lasting sleep,
And in our hearts your love we'd keep.
For fourteen years you were at home,
Brought joy and love where you did roam,
Waiting to greet us at the door
As soon as our feet touched the floor.
Oh yes, how we felt your sweet love,
And soon you'll watch us from above.
They laid you in my arms until
That shot relieved you of your will.
Still, in in my arms, you lay asleep,
Kitty heaven where angels keep.
I asked my aunt who loved cats so
To come to greet you when you go.
She heard me, this is how I know.
Overhead was a huge rainbow. . !
February 23, 2016
Furry Friend Contest
Sponsor Royal T.
You heard about old Tommy Tucker
To me, he’s a real nyuk-nyuker
For he’d make me laugh
When he chugged half & half
And then through his nose he’d up-chucker
There was a farm hand named Tommy Totem
Who went out to the garden and hoe’d ‘em
But that implement
Was useless since bent
So he used the tool next to his scrotum
For Bawdy Limerick two contest
July 1, 2014
A little lad named Tommy Tum,
just wouldn’t listen to his Mum.
He’d loudly play with other boys,
and wouldn’t put away his toys.
Around the house he’d beat his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
Oh, how he loved to pound his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
His father warned with a mean face:
“I make the rules inside this place.
If you don’t listen to your Mum,
I’ll have to spank you on the bum.”
So better listen to your Mum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum!”
You think his eardrums would be numb?
Not Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
An energetic, cheerful child,
around the house he still ran wild.
But then when running up the stairs,
tripped on one of his Teddy Bears.
Poor Tommy tumbled on his rump,
down each step bouncing, bump-bump-bump.
Bumpety bump-bump, bump-bump-bump,
he hit the landing with a thump.
Then he began to cry and cry,
while fishing for some sympathy.
But weary Mum said with a sigh,
“you’re lucky that you didn’t die.”
“God punished you,” teased sister Suzy,
as he stood up feeling woozy.
“Now learn your lessons, Tommy Tum,
or else you will stay dumb-dumb-dumb.”
But Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum,
grew up that day with a bruised bum.
That year when Christmas came around,
the Little Drummer Boy was found.
Please Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum,
play for me pa rum pum-pum-pum.
Please Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum,
play your drum pa rum pum-pum-pum.
March 10, 2021
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest, Sponsored by Eve Roper
Tommy fell off his bike and broke his bum
When he set off to find a new one
Big, tall, or one size fits all
A man he met at the mall,
offered a new bum but for a large sum
Tommy looked here, there, and everywhere
Even the stores where they sold underwear
To venders who had his back
But his bum still had a huge crack!
Something was still wrong, how very unfair
His bum was so noisy it brought him shame
It made weird noises and he got the blame
Tooting, hooting, and squeaking
when anyone started speaking
His bum sounded like a video game
When he discovered he had the loudest,
his talent made Tommy the proudest,
A butt trumpeting bold,
better than a pot gold
His sound-system backside, the best!
Sonic blasts when Tommy bent over
He picked a perfect four-leaf clover
A gas that blew him away
well into St. Paddy’s Day
A blast heard from Dublin to Dover
There once was a donkey called Tommy
Who the kids all thought was funny.
The icecream van he would reach,
when giving rides at the beach.
Then stop dead 'till they all got a lolly.
My dog Tommy
Used to ask for food
Shaking his head and tail!