Barney Fife, the bumbler, is a joy to watch
Aunt Bea’s whining could be turned down a notch
Opie is grown, but not in these old shows, of course
Some days he sneaks carrots out to his found horse
Andy never gets married, but comes close a lot
Maybe this kept me watching, but I hope not….
Barney Fife’s eyes bugging out in fear is what gets me
His antics and expressions make me happy to have TV
I love that he never gets it until the very end
Everything fixed up by Andy, Barney’s true best friend.
Categories:
bumbler, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Number! Number!
The man awakes from his slumber
Hearing his bird shout
Number! Number!
He thinks it’s time to go cut lumber
He returns and finds the bird in a pout
Number! Number!
No way to escape feeling encumbered
Flapping his wings and jumping all about
Number! Number!
The man looks across the room and sees the tumbler
Did he feed the bird he starts to doubt
Number! Number!
How could he forget he feels like a bumbler
This is what it’s been all about
Number! Number!
Now he can return back to his slumber
Categories:
bumbler, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Roses are red, vodka pours clear,
I need words bled, and high proof can steer.
Shot after shot becomes tumbler til Tumblr
As I wanted, unless I fumble words and become a bumbler.
Violets are blue, but whiskey is brown
For my words to be true, I need a little to drown
Because a sober mind hides and finds it easy to smile.
Because sober me confides in me whose been drunk for awhile.
Sunflowers shine yellow, as does drink of agave roasted
And for me does mellow, until I am toasted.
But it drinks like water, and can make my pen stroke.
Smooth to me, though others it does choke.
So roses are red, and vodkteqwine too is red,
Maybe I should slow down with what I’m being fed.
Call spades spades, stardust will still be infused
With liquor until the pen and the page are amused.
Categories:
bumbler, drink, writing,
Form: Rhyme
I've never seen a Bumblebee
Lose a fight with a Snapdragon
No, not ever!
Each time they meet
That painted prince of prowess
Pries open the dragon's jaws
And deftly crawls inside
To win the blooming battle
To steal the coveted prize.
In fact, no brazen bromide
Can subdue that cheery bumbler
That fuzzy buzzing, dragon busting
Blossom bobbing, flower trusting
Petal popping, nectar bringing
Black and yellow, striped stinging
Pollinating, sugar sipping
Salivating, skinny dipping
fellow.
Categories:
bumbler, animal, flower, humor, insect,
Form: Narrative
Scaly Kelly scrawled a scribble rolled up into a scroll
Kept it in the Dolly's baguette and waited for the fall
But Dolly was fumbler-bumbler
Constitutionally humbler
Kissed the baguette goodbye and jumped on a jumbo spring roll
Scaly Kelly © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY November 2014
Categories:
bumbler, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick