Rage..rage rage.!!! Damn her' damn.. I just
Saw an old clip of the chattering classes
bimbo..Nimbo whatever i rage rage rage
In my mind and soul.' At her
atrosciousness, at the bloody mess she
Leaves in her wake.' Savage
is my chest.'
Is
the dish she did offer 'anti-dose'
give stuffed
With opportunity, to engender gen-o-cide
The dirty truth is seen, they will appear..
At this harridns death-bed the thousands
Of victims locked away to die alone.' The children
She terrorized.Before God a parody of
real empathy..With matricidal tones. Is it
Ten or thirty or fifty thousand you victimized
Reid.? Grrrr grrr oh my mind is bubbling
my spirit is eager to see her dis-harmony
And disconnection from balanced society
And stayt a right charlie he is also guilty.)
Birthday greetings! Get out of bed.
Go to the river and dunk your head.
Eat crawdad dung, until you are really fed.
Then crank-call your senile Uncle Johnny Fred.
Go skating down the hill on an inner tube.
Call everyone names like bimbo, or boob.
Eat your lunch on top of plate balanced by an ice cube.
Then have your car serviced, it needs a lube.
Have supper at the hutch of the white rabbit if you can.
He has arranged a surprise in the form of a Mariachi band.
Run over to your mothers and fix her a Salisbury steak.
I know that she has for you a lovely birthday cake.
(Our differences are like the pieces of a puzzle called life)
What does humanity want from life, it’s puzzling to know
Peace signs, Daisy cutters, find Jesus in the afterglow
Seek out seventy two virgins, priming fuses to blow?
Come together in jannah, with a godlike libido
Write painstaking poetry, devoid of human ego
Kill every known disease, have a chat with a mosquito
Build a chocolate empire, watch fatty deposits grow
Start a protein only diet, get ripped from head to toe?
View b movie stars at night, (censure) the matinee show
Have no more hangovers, enjoy life utterly blotto
Bring back prohibition, replace it with a pink benzo?
Smoke marijuana safely, vaporise tobacco
Play chess at home with the wife, or away with a bimbo
Give a hand to starving wolves, then go howl out the window
Let a child get carried away, not by some wild dingo?
Set the bar high enough, flambé for a life of limbo
There is a kitten for every pot
A pot for every pig
A pig for every poke
A kitten for every mitten
I was tired of this politician
What was he trying to do?
Did everyone want a pig?
Certainly not a pig in a poke
The kittens in the mittens were hanging behind him
Snug in their tight little mittens, hanging on a line
Rolling their eyes
As if to say
Do you believe this bimbo?
the gray green frogs
that often
silently squat as still as bricks
and blocks
around the pear-shaped garden pond
are frisky
restless
they plop in and out of the weedy water
boasting bigly as they billow out
many a full-throated croak
- a raucous gasconade
that both far and near
splashes upon the ear
they declare
a coming of a wetting
as bimbo thighed
legs akimbo and wagging
they swim
through cloudy waves
of mincing midges
- and other madcap
bity water-skimmers
a sure telling of a drenching
with a later drip
of rainbow glimmers
The medic said lie on the couch
She swabbed my cervix , I said OUCH
It's checking for cancer
So I can’t be a chancer
For cervical smears I can vouch
I lay there with my legs akimbo
Butt naked I feel like a bimbo
My hubby needn’t fear
It’s just a routine smear
Not nookie with Peter or Jimbo
I think its's a total outrage
Girls are denied smears due to age
If detected early
It could have saved Shirley
And youngsters like Amber and Paige
In England cervical smears are offered to women aged 25 to 64. Personally, I think the age should be reduced as women in their early 20's have died as they have been deemed too young for a cervical smear screening. Whilst the test is uncomfortable it only takes a few minutes to be done and it could save young lives
* Third stanza added 01/15/22 -The names Shirley fitted the rhyme scheme and I've read about Paige Hart who was diagnosed with cancer aged 24. I've been made aware of Amber's Law and fully support the change of age to 18.
https://amberslaw.org/about-us/
https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/9952172/woman-cervical-cancer-25-smear-test
01/14/22
Obama Had Told His Mama
became a trauma
obama told his mama
we shot osama
Had Been Super Duper Blooper
Started out super
turned out to be big duper
becoming blooper
Am dissatisfied
downhill they did seem to slide
dislike those who lied
always new for sure
looked like a lousey looser
and a big boozer
what we suggested
after all food digested
finished and rested
disaster on brink
much more coffee we should drink
then will start to think
had been in limbo
was a weird looking bimbo
who we want to go
filled up cup to brim
what we did was on a whim
will work out in gym
Robert Frost, Ogden Nash and
Will Rogers are my favorites.
B-15
I-32
N-40
G-26
O-51
Bingo is an old persons lingo
They mingle and most are single
Some looking out the window
While some give you a finger if you win
They caller will signal a number
Then some bimbo will call out “Bingo”
That’s the lingo of Bingo
I hear
A weeping quarantined widow
I peer
Through my sealed window
I fear
The unattended corpse below
A tear
Slips out in limbo
The atmosphere
Hurling my emotions akimbo
This year
Death’s started to winnow!
My career?
The lockdown let it go
I’m now a cashier
With no cash flow
A spear
Deprived of a throw
It’s clear
The life you know
My dear
Can deteriorate into zero
Be Mr. Shakespeare
Or just a bimbo
Oh dear son,
Wonder where’s science?
Science sense
Has fled into a maze of inexistence
But pray and have confidence
In this social distance
It’s a mutual response
To this traumatic circumstance
Of course I miss you
More than you do kiddo
But still when I’m near
Give your cuddle to your pillow
If we don’t make it this year
At least we’ll be called heroes
By generation that will survive
This remorseless woe
An abattoir of rotten meat
Necks rung as they were slaughtered
They loiter down a forgotten street
Dreams hung, drawn and quartered
Hookers stuck in bimbo limbo
Faceless faces, made up names
Hooked on drugs, stood akimbo
Wasted spaces, paraded shame
Toothless trolls lay in wait
As stagnant as the pool they hide
Ruthless souls engrained with hate
Only fragments residual inside
Crooked crooks left to languish
They drift as if in the gallows
Luckless looks bereft from anguish
As they shift amongst the shadows
Exiled from humanity
An island for the lost
Asylum for insanity
Where all the damned are tossed
At picnics Sue's legs are akimbo
No panties, but Sue ain't no bimbo
It keeps pesky flies
Landing on our pies
Our days out are never in limbo!
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02/03/20
Her hubby was found with a bimbo
He's naked, her legs were akimbo
Can’t deny the fact
He’s caught in the act
His marriage now is in limbo
Wife’s livid - he’s dressed in a trice
She'd clamp his gonads in a vice!
He’s been playing away
Now there’s hell to play
No cheating would be my advice!
It’s time his wife showed him the door
He’s bonked other ladies before
So it’s not the first time
That he’s cheated, the swine
Unfaithfulness partners abhor!
3/7/19
When I grow up I'll be a bimbo
Smart people will tell me where to go
I'll bob my head
On cue play dead
Find good job where standards will be low
AP: 2nd place 2025
B-eacon
I-n
M-orning
B-rightness
O-pens
S-o
I-t
C-reates
H-ighly
E-xpected
C-lear
O-pportunity
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Bimbo Sicheco (November 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I prepare myself for a deep relaxing bath
but that dratted spider was out to have a laugh
As I pour scented bubble bath into the water
Spidey climbs the wall - he’d also bought his daughter*!
He raises a spindly leg as if to wave hello
that pesky crawling spider really needs to go
It's a living a nightmare, it isn’t a dream
So I emit a very loud ear piercing scream
My heroic hubby dashes to my aid
as my distress was clearly displayed
Whilst I stand their screaming like a stupid bimbo
hubby tosses the weeny spider out the bathroom window
Alas the daddy spider he has other plans
and wriggles his way out of hubby’s hands
Hubby drops the creepy critter onto the floor
spidey plans his escape, he's heading for the door
Hubby pounces on him at breakneck speed
and squashes him flat ... he’s dead indeed*
*A great deal of poetic licence – thankfully there was only one spider and he was tossed out of the Window* I think the warm weather is bringing these pesky spider’s out from hiding:-(
Follow up poem to www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_confessed_to_a_cold_blooded_murder_1029155
6/9/18
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