There is a cheeky monkey
Who lives just up the street
His body is quite chunky
His feet are not petite.
He’ll knock upon your door at night
Then scamper down the street
He gives the folks a dreadful fright
But he thinks it’s rather neat.
Or he’ll open up your unlocked door
And have himself a feast
He’ll leave food scraps all over the floor
The horrid little beast.
He’ll rummage through your underwear
That you just stored so neat
And try your socks without a care
On his dirty stinking feet.
So before you go to bed tonight
Lock all your windows and doors
And get a dog that loves to bite
And a cat with massive claws.
For there’s nothing that scares him so
Than a dog with bitey teeth
He won’t stay long he’ll surely go
And you’ll breathe a sigh of relief.
A poetry contest! With multiple prompts
Now here’s our big chance to shine
What new delights will our poets write?
I wonder, will they outrank mine?
Themes include: letters, fast food,
coming home, shelter, sleepless nights
crumbling, curiosity, power outages too
So much potential! So much we could write!
I’m filled with -curiosity-
about what splendid new poems this’ll birth
I’ll submit mine, with a wink and a rhyme
and a cheeky hope it might come first
There once was a cheeky dog
Who behaved more like a frog
That crazy hound
Would hop around
And sleep in a hollow log.
Aggrandizement kissed Aggression ~
Amelioration sat out the dance
Today I stand in front of the mirror
Naked with a big cheeky smile
Eyes pooping out of their sockets
Teeth big, white and beautiful
I dress up and put on a flowery suit
I stare at my obviously muscular build
Almost at the door when I remember one important fact
You're not fully dressed without a smile
I go out into the bright, shiny sun
A still breeze caresses my shiny skin
I dab my face with my white handkerchief
Complete with my plastered cheeky smile
I drive off on a long stretch of road
Listening to the softest, gentlest tone
I nod my head to a booming beat
All while I wear my brightest, cheekiest smile
I get to a hill at a lonely place
I walk slowly to the looming hill
I look at the height with a slight relief
As I wear my brightest, cheekiest smile
I step back a little with a deep breath
I looked around but there's no one to see
I wear my smile for one final time
And then I go up, up and away
Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.
My hair with homemade curls,
My makeup shines like pearls.
I'm just a baby, see,
Acting adult, maybe.
Bring napkins for wee-wee,
Ensure fun flows for free.
Tie me nappies for poo.
And bandage my boo-boo.
Baby guys will whistle,
Love – their own epistle.
While I sway my bum-bum,
Left to right like my mum.
Coocoo doodle I do,
Not every day I coo,
What Mum can do, I can –
My skin needs a sun tan.
No high-heeled shoes to wear,
I'd still swagger with flair.
I'm a baby with style,
Can't stop this cheeky smile.
BORN THIS WAY
Some people say I’m cheeky and that’s okay
I don’t care what they say, I was born this way
I can’t be like somebody else
I just want to be myself
I write poetry and I write songs
This is right where I belong
I’m not into numbers and I don’t do sums
I would much rather play the drums
I love music and I love words
But, I’m afraid of heights and I’m scared of birds
I can be quirky and sometimes strange
Even if I could I wouldn’t change
I’m not sure what else I can say
I can only be me I was born this way.
I
awake
to the tune
of a Sparrow
serenading Dawn
while welcoming the sun.
It sings a sweet, cheery song
that beckons me to my window
to catch a glimpse of this cheeky bird,
that greets each day in such a cheerful way.
Look at me shine
Look at me fine
Look I’m cheeky weekay
Smile if you will
Sun's dry handiwork
Salty skinned sunbathers, stripped
Sandy bones, de-hyd
Replaced watermark
With brand that is baked in deep
Pimping with long reach
Ray's Gaze, no flinch ways
Dusk don't need a sentinel
Has Fog roll blanket
Slips away, act 3
Crickets chirp their gossiping
Undercover, shades
Hides in Night's phase shift
Will employ shadows at day
Witness protection
From relentless ways
Security, privacy
Quiet Holiday
They crest the white foam in perfect formation,
With purpose and strength they flap as they glide,
Fixated ahead in assured navigation,
Each trailing the other with nowhere to hide.
Then all of a sudden with no clear command,
They veer on some path and head for the sky,
Soaring the waves like a mischievous band,
Riding the thermals with a predatory eye.
No longer a pod but single torpedoes,
Spotting their quarry they launch with intent,
Diving at speed like rapacious mosquitoes,
To feast on that glimmering shoal now hell bent.
Again and again they dive to then surface,
Their sacks full of loot hidden from sight.
Transfixing, majestic, nature's true circus,
The curtain then falling as they once more take flight.
Florida's Pelicans, a marvelous sight,
Gregarious and cheeky with us so entwined,
Once hunted and culled as merely a blight,
Now in our hearts so fully enshrined.
Whiskey’s my favorite drink.
It makes my cheeks turn pink.
Can’t have just one,
What’d be the fun.
So I drink til I get to the brink.
-Cheeky Little Nile Bugalugs-
I could fall on a turntable and raise the roof. Let the beat drop, but what’s the point scallywags?
Crickets chirp unwanted truths into my ears at night. Leaf the poor sauerkraut alone.
Saunter through the valley of the shadow of death. Feel ecstatic to run the entire pilgrimage’s course.
Safe bets aren’t the way to go. Poverty makes a man hateful.
Sweet sounds of comradery swell, The wave crashes down on the innocent.
Time to set the stage, umbrella’s will be encouraged. Don’t know what’s lurking above.
Never finished a rubix cube, too much time…Not enough advances.
Crease…And snap! The willpower of a lily shouldn’t be overlooked.
Purple innocence like the Nile’s nectar and lettuce combined, make a fruity concoction cocktail of Aphrodite’s vengeful lust.
Orgy porgy swimming in the labyrinth of soma incorporated.
O Santa Claus, O Santa Claus
There’s not much on that butt of yours
I saw you pee
Behind a tree
So now I’ll call you Scanty Drawers
" You're a twit-ta-woo! "
The cheeky owl criticized.
" You are one too-hoo! "
Written 15th October 2021
For the Owl Haiku Contest
Sponsor Robert James Liguori
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