A band of comrades rather strange I think you will agree
This oddball bunch together shared a commonality…
The panda didn’t pander to the niceties of style
He wore his usual coat which he had done for quite some while
The zebra was a Libra with an eye for what’s in fashion
She loved the skin she’s swaddled in and flaunted it with passion
The badger was a cadger but he didn’t want your suit
He’ll cadge your lunch but he’s content with being so hirsute
The puffin felt like nuffin with his massive beaky nose
But still he kept his chin up for he rather liked his clothes
The magpie wouldn’t lie although he was prepared to steal
His virtues might be fake but his apparel very real
The Penguin was depending on a chance to show his class
His haute couture was something that was absolute top brass
The skunk just stunk, not all the time, but when occasion rose
His looks were good but he was quite offensive to the nose
The orca wasn’t happy to be so far from the sea
Though he was quite a corker in his shiny livery…
So when they met the parrot they tried not to put him down
But one of them just had to say… “Did you come as a clown?”
Categories:
cadge, animal,
Form: Rhyme
Their faces are still there;
caricatures and cameos,
grinning mugs and jug ears.
Cheering, jeering chums
that would phone at four in the morning
to garble drunken thoughts,
make momentous plans,
or borrow ten quid.
The oddball humorist
and part-time suicide,
the drama queen
contesting her own shadow,
the poet who never wrote a poem.
The mon ami and mon amie
that drank for you
when you could drink no more.
Long after the late-night bus rides,
I see their features pressed against
softly glowing windows,
as London transports them
even to far off Ohio;
their lips silently mouthing –
a last goodbye or maybe just trying
to cadge another tenner.
Categories:
cadge, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Hatred
(A disease that only God has the cure for.)
By: Miracle Man
August 30, 2020
Anarchist’s don’t want jobs and hate the badge,
Their desire is making others exist in their ruts.
They choose to loot, whine, pillage, or cadge,
and excusing this behavior shows a scarcity of guts.
Categories:
cadge, hate, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
~~~~~~~
Pals
Their faces are still there;
caricatures and cameos,
amigo mugs and jug ears.
Cheering, jeering chums
that would phone at four in the morning
to garble drunken thoughts,
make momentous plans,
or borrow ten quid.
The oddball humorist
and part-time suicide,
the drama queen
contesting her own shadow,
the poet who never wrote a poem.
The mon ami that drank for you
when you could drink no more.
Long after the late-night rides,
I see their features pressed against
softly glowing bus windows,
as London transports them
to other decades, even to far Ohio;
their lips silently mouthing –
warnings perhaps, or
maybe just trying
to cadge another ten nicker.
Categories:
cadge, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Their faces are still there;
caricatures and cameos,
amigo mugs and jug ears.
Cheering, jeering chums
that would phone at four in the morning
to garble drunken thoughts,
make momentous plans,
or borrow ten quid.
The oddball humorist
and part-time suicide,
the drama queen
contesting her own shadow,
the poet who never wrote a poem.
The mon ami that drank for you
when you could drink no more.
Long after the late-night rides,
I see their features pressed against
softly glowing bus windows,
as London transports them
from other decades, even to far Ohio;
their lips silently mouthing –
warnings perhaps, or
maybe just trying
to cadge another ten nicker.
~~~~~~~
Authors Note: "nicker' and 'quid' are Brit/cockney terms for
pounds sterling - money. "Cadge" as in - scrounge.
Categories:
cadge, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.
Surrounding my chair so smirky,
Their longing looks soon seen,
I throw meat from the tureen,
On an impulse quite quirky!
Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.
Satisfied purrs rise over jerky,
Pleased with what they glean
The kitties lick the plate clean;
Then sleep noon till eve murky.
Three kittens looking so perky,
Appealing eyes of slanted green,
The cats cadge a serve of protein,
As I eat my sandwich of turkey.
Written for Christmas Pets sponsored by Dear Heart
28/12/2018
(This was a real incident, after Christmas, eating left-overs)
Categories:
cadge, cat, christmas, pets,
Form: Verse
Slang and jargon make my day!
I seek your kindness please stay away!
Made my poetry dim and pale
Can I ask from where you hail?
You are snooty I know that
Pick on my poems with a baseball bat
Don't be a bully I cadge you
Fix my poems with poetic glue
Spare my poems let them be
I promise you will never see me
Categories:
cadge, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
Well I live in magnificent splendour
I am honoured wherever I go
I sit in my ivory tower
And pass judgement on all those below
I criticise government actions
Though nobody elected me
I always want more and I cadge from the poor
My organisations tax-free
I criticised all bankers bonus
Shout for more equal shares of the pot
In reality we are far richer
And what’s more were keeping the lot
I preach that we are all equal
And demand laws that heed what I say
But I’m just a snob for your barred from top job
If you’re female or worse still your gay
Who am I? Have I got you guessing?
Well believe me I have no remorse
For the habit I have of cross-dressing
I am an Archbishop of course!!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
cadge, religion,
Form: Couplet