Best Willy Poems
The speedometer busted sixty, motor screaming r r r s,
Smoked his firestones weavin’ and passin’ cars!
He slammed third dumped the clutch and headed north,
At a hundred five, he hit the highway and found fourth…
The smell of burning rubber filled the cab,
He pressed pedal to the metal for all she had!
Turbo screamed, the engine roared!
G,s pressed him to the back seat board,
He couldn't go on,
His strength was gone!
His muscles stretched and ached,
How much more could he take!?
His only fan totally enthralled
Gears grinding,..engine stalled
He couldn't help it...his eyelids dropped like lead!
Dad hugged him out of his Big Wheels and said,
”Wild Man Willy, my son..it’s time for bed. “…
There's a monster beneath my bed
At least that’s what brother said
Mom said-" now that’s just silly
You know your brother Willy,
He just tries to make you shiver"
"But Wlly said it 'd eat my liver !"
You know I couldn’t go to sleep
In case the monster made a peep
And sure enough, round midnight
The monster gave me a terrible fright
The thing let out an awful roar
And pounded on the bedroom floor
Then the monster began to giggle
And my whole bed began to jiggle
You guessed it, out popped Willy
The smack I gave him was a dilly,,,
We're grown now, its been awhile
But silly Willy still makes me smile..
Dedicated to my South African friend Willy Neels
South Africa, not often in the news these days
Apartheid has all but vanished
Far from my home in Central Iowa
South Africa, not often in the news these days
A Country that has grown more diverse
far from my home in Central Iowa
A new friend, whom I shall probably never meet
A Country that has grown more diverse
Apartheid has all but vanished
A new friend, whom I shall probably never meet
Dedicated to my South African friend Willy Neels
Willy, Here is the Pantoum I promised you...My new Friend!
There are twenty four days
left to Christmas and already
small children dream of toys;
isn't there a better way
for them to forget the cold
and see some magic unfold?
Skinny Willy has built a snowman,
he's getting ready for a winter's tan;
his cheeks are turning red like strawberries,
but funny is his belly stuffed with jellybeans
and California sweet cherries...
he has shaken many trees!
He and Santa make a perfect pair,
munching on a delicious eclair;
oh, laugh skinny Willy: beware of naughty Billy...
he will knock down your snowman so quickly!
Skinny Willy has built a snowman
with a grim face and a funny chin;
all he wants is fast Christmas music and eat
mom's ginger cookies while swinging his long feet!
Written on 12/1/ 2016
Willy the one legged centipede
Often would wish that he could be freed
He should be so speedy and whizzing about
But not with his one little leg sticking out
He’d sit in the street with an upturned hat
And people would throw lots of money in that
He wished he was ‘full’ but was so incomplete
For with just one leg he must beg in the street
One freezing day in the middle of winter
A beetle passed by and said, Wow, that’s some splinter
The centipede told him, That splinter’s my leg
I only have one and so I have to beg
I’m sorry, said Beetle, that splinter is wood
I could pull it out and I think that I should
Pulling the splinter made Centipede squirm
But that’s how he found out he’s really a worm
We were replacing burned out outside light
bulbs at clubhouse. A wasp had built a nest
in the top of one of them. Two wasps bit my
thumb and it swelled all up. Here is my poem
related to this incident.
Willy the Wasp
There once was a wasp whose name was Willy
And some people thought he was really silly
Fluttering in between humming bird feeders
Thinking his food was measured by meters.
Had been some things unbeknownst to me
Where would Willy the Wasp possibly be
Some say after he had heard nature calling
Started playing around with all the pollen.
Willy would distribute it here and there
And ended up all over and everywhere
Results of his efforts had made much room
For fragrant flowers who wanted to bloom.
After all of Willy's history we would inspect
He helps keeping control of a certain insect,
And when you like us find yourself frugal
Can find insect name through use of Google.
Jim Horn
Young Willy arranged to go camping
alas, he struggled erecting his tent
he tweeted he had terrible ******** problems
I hope his parents knew what he meant!
Next year he said he’ll go glamping
or hire a log cabin out in the wood
then he won’t have ******** difficulties
and his tweets can’t be misunderstood!
8/1/18
He was born William
But “Little Willy” he was called
This nick-name given to him
Due to being extremely small
His buddies were much taller
Which seemed so unfair to him
Little Willy was unhappy
As the future looked awfully grim
Then early one morning
Without any warning at all
Little Willys life changed forever
As “Big Willy” proudly stood tall!
from north to East-west
a journey without substance
haphazardly
Willy wails Willy wails
Wind wails in the trees
Willy wails Willy wails
Wails the queen of bees
Willy wails Willy wails
Wails the bluish moon
Willy wails Willy wails
The gale will blow in soon
Willy wails Willy wails
Elli eats a pie
Willy wails Willy wails
Billie begins to fly
Willy wails Willy wails
Who will swim in the pool?
Willy wails Willy wails
Who will ride a bull?
Willy wails Willy wails
Night moves at a good clip
Willy wails Willy wails
Let us go to sleep
Willy wails Willy wails
What’s the cause of chills?
Willy wails Willy wails
He has not paid his bills.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
15 October, 2014 16:50:00 (IST)
The ice swirled around in a dangerous way
Tossing cars willy nilly into each other and concrete bridges
I marveled at her confidence and power
Hoping I was not going to slide into the two wrecked cars in front of me
She gave me a tiny spin, showing me that I had no control at all.
She grinned at me in her icy blackness
It was the last thing I saw.
Contest: A Short Metaphorical Poem
Sponsor: Bobby May
Written 11-4-2019
Sunsets aren't quite as bright;
And the flowers are all dying.
Miss you, tall, handsome knight,
As autumn leaves are flying.
Searing summer now a memory-
Soon we'll be together again!
Hope you often think of me.
I know you're not too vain.
Didn't we dance golden days and nights away?
Didn't we kiss under the moon?
But sunny skies have now paled to gray.
Summer left too soon!
Seems I loved you forever.
You are my every pastel sunrise.
Said you'd love me always, whatever.
You are my heart's surprise.
As sweet summer begins to fade,
I must have grown lonelier, it seems,
But for the lovely plans we made,
In the days of dreams.
We sit on the dock in silence
Enjoying the sounds of the others looking for us
They call our names, but we are busy
Communing with each other
On this sleepy day
We are busy, being best friends,
My stuffed pal and I.
He actually hears what the humans are yelling
But I am engrossed in watching an ant
She is struggling with a piece of cracker
Was it my cracker of the cracker of another?
I like to think it is mine as I watch her
We have a connection, the ant and I.
My mother scoops me up and hugs me
Acting like I was in danger or something.
Willy, my stuffed pal rolls his eyes
As she picks him up next.
It is off to the napping place for us.
I ask Momma to get my ant, but she does not.
Willy Wonka sang the cheeriest of songs
to every child he did see.
For what other adult could eat candy all day long
and not get a single cavity?
I wish I was a wee Willy Wagtail.
I've always wanted a tail to wag,
and Willy, really struts his stuff, just so.
With a wiggle waggle
a parry, on garde, touché!
"Now that's a Tail!"
Willy Wagtail is willy-nilly, with attitude!
Flitting onto branch or wire
waggling his tail all about,
so bossy and belligerent.
"Hey what's your game?"
"Can anybody play?"