Blaggard blaming the blond bloke for his blight:
Blablabla, bluster and bleat, blathering
Blob, your blue blood bleeds blotches on a black
Blossom. Blaspheme, blabber—I blast your bluff.
Categories:
blubber, conflict, fun, hate, humor,
Form: Alliteration
Blubber Treats
Polar
Bears
Break
Holes
Fur
Seals
Are
Meals
Categories:
blubber, animal,
Form: Other
Only full of jibber jabber
Blabbing rumbles goppy blubber
Chat so lots it seems a big ole sea
That bellows jiggles up the sunken ladder
Waterlogged a smullen button belly
Swollen tub of lardy squishy goo
If only spit out complitastic words
Scales and skin could sag down too
Not sure if this is right but it was fun...
Categories:
blubber, fun, nonsense,
Form: Vogon Poetry
The doctor of reputation agreed to consultation and a physical exam.
He began by saying while I was weighing, “I see you like your ham!”
He checked my reflexes and my solar plexus, everything from bottom to top.
While pulling my ears, and all my running gears, I thought he’d never stop.
He probed for hemorrhoids and body fluid voids as I was busy looking south.
While attending these essentials, I questioned his credentials, when next he checked my mouth!
Looking for a flaw, he said, “Say Ah!” while my mouth was agape.
With his big thumbs, he gouged at my gums. I had no escape.
A fearful moment caught us when my epiglottis gave a waving flip.
When he stopped to linger, I bit down on his finger till he lost his grip.
Regaining his composure, he felt it time for closure as my mouth snapped shut.
Then he explained, telling me straight and plain, while gazing at my gut,
“Son, your longevity is threatened by obesity—we’d better have a chat.”
I said with chagrin, “It’s a good thing I came in. I thought I was just too fat.”
Categories:
blubber, anxiety, body, funny,
Form: Rhyme
My heart got whacked put some ice and medicine on my throbbing heart
I got toiled and moiled,got surrounded by coils I am unconsoled I'm begging you,I blubber come to me and let all of this to be over
Categories:
blubber, heartbroken, hurt, love hurts,
Form: I do not know?
Just as I wrote about an unusually cool summer
We get hit with a severe heat wave, whatta bummer
Wilting would describe
Our overheated hide
Serves us right for carrying too much blubber
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
blubber, humorous,
Form: Limerick