An old herdsman said to his son
when one went astray,
untethered take note,
it just wandered away,
“You get my goat!”
A present pupil told the teacher
who the register was taking,
with such a serious cough,
the whole school was shaking,
“You tick me off!”
A bossy boyfriend informed his girl,
“We're going for a walk in the woods,”
but bitterly tired of being bossed,
she gave him the goods,
“You can get lost!”
The carpenter spoke to an apprentice,
yet, as his instruction received no thanks,
believed he was teaching a clown,
and, like sanding a pile of planks,
“You wear me down!”
each of my fingers has a mind of her own
tapping a rhythm as she taps out a poem
I relax as the ten take over the task bossily
writing missives that are way beyond the real me
as my fingers dance on the computer keys
I wonder, do other poets have fingers like these?
Old peddler wanted a new home design.
He hired Mable, a decorator, and all was fine.
Until she decided to redecorate him too.
I don’t want to change he said, I am ninety-two.
Mable was forceful, she did not hear the word no.
She took lots of his money, and created some woe.
He sits outside his house now, for it reminds him of her.
A bossy overbearing woman, who felt like a bur.
Bossy Sally knew what we all should do
gave advice to each and all
we who knew her well ignored it
her life was an enormous shambles; a mess
Who knew old bossy
crooned on the streets of Anatevka?
She fiddled around as a marine;
and a matchmaker on Broadway.
This Golden Girl, Auntie Mame,
Bea Arthur, served her country
then lent her husky voice to debunk
Archie, putting him in his place.
This Archibald served in the Big One
fictitiously, but wow, the one
who’d jump into Maude’s skin
was a World War II Marine.
1/17/2023
The child who was frolicking in the sun
And on sighting me broke into a run
Was Ted Colonel’s Fleeing Ferrari of a Son
Also, a lad who could himself kill for a denied bun
Judging it Needless Injustice done…
Now he’s eighteen and keeping a gun,
Of all colors A Sickening Dun
And sure visiting its trigger for fun,
Though with it could drop dead a nun.
Now, I sight him and break into a run,
Broadly smile as he stands in The Sun
And by accident closer pay for his bun…
Sometimes tables later turn
And it’s the turn of The Bossy to burn.
The girl cousins were in charge of the boys
the boys wanted to stand up but were scared
Girls ordered them about as if they were toys
The GI Joes went to grandpa, their grievances heard
He understood they were in quite a whirl
Henpecked grandpa did as much as he could
Diabolic plan readily unfurls
from the female cousins who taught the males
at an early age to stay away from bossy girls
Pru was trying to keep the purple and yellow caterpillar safe.
But he refused to be socialized, kept running off.
So Pru put him back into the grass and tried to socialize a snake.
He sneakily slithered off, giving out a small cough.
Pru was irritated now. For she wanted to boss something.
She finally found a mama’s boy to train and shape up.
He thought she was wonderful and took orders like a hero.
She and mama are both bossy; hard to say who wins the cup.
I think it is too early for school supplies my husband said.
They had a teachers' back to school special last week I replied.
The first three hundred teachers got a goodie bag.
You should have gone, he told me.
Have you ever been in a line of three hundred teachers? I asked.
He shook his head, scared now.
“They are not like me. They are bossy,” I said. “Three hundred bossy bosses,
or maybe nine hundred, waiting for three hundred goody bags."
He wisely ended all conversation.
Not only is he married to one, he was raised by one.
Daisy was such a bossy old cow,
one who desired to rule the herd.
Her opinions were so highbrow
the others dared not moo a word!
Daisy would moo and moo all day
whilst the others chewed their cud.
I dare not disclose the things she’d say
if amiable cows mated with the stud!
One day Daisy met up with the local bull
who really was a quite handsome chap.
She fluttered her lashes, being on the pull
but her constant sniping was a handicap!
He mated all others in the bovine brood
which put Daisy’s nose right out of joint.
He detested her for her rude attitude,
yet, she insisted on arguing the point!
Daisy was ill-bred and she’d never yield
so all the other cows chose to back away.
Bull turned on his hooves and left the field
leaving Daisy all on her own chewing hay!
Although Daisy was the farmer’s oldest
she was just as nasty as the farmer’s wife.
He complained the old cow was the coldest -
I wonder which of them caused more strife!
The farmer didn't suffer from guilt or derision
when the slaughtering man came into town.
He allowed the butcher to make the decision
as to which cantankerous cow he'd put down!
12/10/18
A bossy old cow in the street
was rolling while licking its teat!
When it howled like a cat,
I thought: What’s up with that?
Can bossy old cows be in heat?
Inspired by both a poem and the limerick contest of Jan Allison
BBC News Alert
Somewhere in France
In the Countryside
A farmer has been arrested
For molesting an old cow
A drunken old hag was on all fours
Crawling around in his field
He, having had his wine and baguette
Thought he had forgotten one cow
Off he went to fondle and milk her ****
Turned out they were as dry as prunes
The cow in English barked; get your hands off of me
To which the pour farmer replied in absolute shock
Merde! Why you cow who barks, you speak English!
How can this be?
She replied I am not a cow you blind old farmer
I am a mooing poet of sorts
I dropped my dictionary in some cow dun here
Can’t seem to tell the difference between the two
I understand replied the farmer
Like me looking at you and a cow
Was very confusing indeed
Well I shall take me leave you old blind fart
The farmer snorted
Let me cut the fence open for you
She crawled back onto the road
Whereby the farmer was arrested
(Alsace has left wing laws it seems)
For letting his cow wander
Upon the intellectual property
Of France
Daisy was a bossy cow
How she loved to rule the herd
The other cows detested her
Yet they dared not moo a word
Daisy would moo and moo all day
Whilst the other cows chewed the cud
She gave her loud opinions
Whilst the other cows landed the stud
One day Daisy met up with the local bull
He really was a handsome chap
She fluttered her eyelashes for she was on the pull
But her bossy ways were a handicap
The bull mated with all the other cows
Poor Daisy’s nose was put out of joint
He hated her attitude she was very rude
Yet she still tried to argue the point
The louder and louder Daisy mooed
Made the other cows back away
The bull turned on his heels and left the field
And left Daisy alone eating hay
Now Daisy was the farmer’s oldest
And as bossy as the farmers wife
He knew for the sure the old cow was the coldest
Sure they both gave him tons of strife
So when the butcher came to town
To bargain for cheap cows all around
The farmer smiled and sent them both on down
Let the poor butcher figure which old cow to drown!
My 900th poem I wanted it to be a fun write
100 in a row #9 Sponsored by PD Linda
12~19~15
Bossy Dictum.(Epigram Couplet)
Bossy voices have model lectures to submit,
EGO SUCKS! Their mistakes they don't admit.
Contest:Epigram Couplet.
Sponser:Silent one.
24.11.2015
Bossy Lady
I am the way I seem...
As sweet as I can be
full of laughter and bubbly
my kindness is doubly.
So why am I alone.?
The reason may be the rules,
or my standards are to high
They mite not like the script I writ
Maybe that's the reason why .
Maybe they don't wanna
listen or do just what I told um
or do just like I showed um....
If they would a stayed
we could a had a good time.
I cook -clean and wash
and even bake lemon pies
but it seems that they
run away...
before we get to the good part.
All they had to do was listen ...
and don't give me no lip.
I had it all worked out....
All they had to do was ...
Stick to the SCRIPT.!!!!
End poem.
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