I speak to you of wonderful trees
and of butterflies and bees...Cheep!
Who let this bird into my poem?
Catch him, and to the door, let's show 'im...Cheep!
Until we control the situation,
I cannot continue my recitation...Cheep!
Nervous twitching, restless mumbling,
an audience to a performance humbling...Cheep!
All because the poet forgot one word.
He said bee and butterfly, but not bird...Cheep!
Trump Commander in Cheep
As usual in it deep
While being a creep
Operation disaster plan
madman gone crazy
off the rocker
once apon a time
still going on today
burning coals
head full of orange steam
we don't know why
I guess
green light
green suit
engine full steam ahead
destroy
wisdom
wise
intelligent of the intelligent
frustrate
with bad no sense
expensive cheep
bribe
This song has simple lyrics, and is easy to sing.
If you listen, it may have a familiar ring.
Back in 1971, this was quite a catchy tune.
It was a hit for siblings Mac and Katie Kissoon.
This brother and sister hailed from Trinidad.
Middle of the Road also had a version that was not bad.
The song seems appropriate for any sing-a-long.
Introduce it to your friends, and you can't go wrong.
I thank both wikipedia.org and allmusic.com for information I obtained to write this poem.
Talk is Cheep
They flit about the yard all day
with chippy-chirpy words to say
plucking through the grass and weeds
they seek the sustenance of seeds
scattered on the frozen ground
a gift from creatures still earthbound.
They disappear as sunset fades
into the icy, frosted glades
secreted in dark’s hidden space
awaiting sunrise’ creeping face
cheering on the breaking day
with chippy-chirpy words to say.
4/13/2016
submitted to – Any Couplet You Wish – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Laura Loo
"I've loved thee since I first saw thee as an adorable egg in thy nest!
Wouldst that thee would deign to marry me and put my pining heart at rest!
I hold thy delicate talon in my beak awaiting with bated breath,
For thine answer to my plea to be my beloved until parted by death!"
"All that I have to offer thee is a cozy nest in yon apple tree,
Safe from prowling cats and mean little kids to raise a family!
Please give me thy answer ere the sun sinks slowly in the west,
That I may begin to build thy dream home, thy cozy little nest!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention in Francine Roberts' "Enough" Contest - May 2011
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