Some blokes who smoke think it's okey-doke
to throw their still-lit dog-ends on the ground
it's mostly men or so I've found
then there are those who continually spit
how disgusting is that yet what can we do
to make them quit
and litter louts bug me too
while others chew gum and when done
stick it wherever they are able
such as chairs or under tables
with no regard for anyone
they're inconsiderate mindless fools
who behave that way and think they're cool
.
"say what"
we're talk'n
cabbage eve
,)>
I want to pick apart your brain.
Cut it up.
Chew on it.
Consume it.
Digest it.
There’s no reason to be afraid.
It’s simply
–what I do
–who I am:
Brain Surgeon.
Dining out this week
dressed my best
and going Greek
was a disaster
dropped my moussaka
and spilled the rest
of my tzatziki
down the chest
of my new dashiki
a messy eater as a child
difficult I always was
instead of chew
I'd inhale because
it's not the thing to do
In a dandelion clump sits a dirty dog
his muddy paws could rival that of a hog
what he chews will remain forever a mystery
for he swallowed it before I got a chance to see
Twilight was the time of day
as well they do concur
about the hour of crepuscular dusk
or evening if you prefer
there in the gloaming
altho' the light was slightly dimmer
I took a look at the situation
and saw more than quite a glimmer
of absolute absurdity the altercation confrontation
as if every nation were to follow the Law
of Exact Retaliation an eye for an eye
we'd all be sightless both you and I
or Reciprocal Justice a tooth for a tooth
for in truth me and you'd
have nothing at all with which to chew
and all done in the name of what
I'll only surmise
it's just for man to prove he can
if so it could be our demise
as we would find
unable to feed we'd go hungry
while the blind lead the blind
They were all out standing in their field
with an ass or two and a few moose
along with a stray Canadian goose
when someone let the Appaloosas loose
not a welcome sight nor pretty view
while the moose who cud did slowly chew
the well-trained colt did not bolt
or even buck to shuck us
the goose didn't give a honk or hoot
but the asses kicked up such a ruckus
and if mushrooms you have half a mind
to seek (not the magic kind of stalk)
be aware take care of where you walk
as there by the end of the week let me remind
the field was knee-deep if not chock-a-block
with what the livestock left behind
GHOST, RIVER, SHIVER, MASTICATE, COLD, POMPOUS
The cold wind swirled the mist all along the bank,
The ferryman held onto the boat, whilst the gentleman walked across the narrow plank,
The man looked quite pompous as he chewed upon his pipe,
He was large and looked like a cow masticating on fresh grass, I hope the man doesn’t develop the gripe,
Then as they pulled out into the river,
And the gentleman gave one tremendous shiver,
The ferryman pulled the oars as he rowed across the stream,
But this trip is not exactly as it seems,
The question is, ‘Who paid the ferryman?’ and the gentleman can’t boast,
Because after all he was only a harmless ghost.
the mystery of whether or not
my puppy can chew through an electric cord
was answered this morning
I will give you an emphatic yes
he poked his snout into a Christmas box
and chewed the ends off of all of the lights
I feel validated now
in my insistence on hiding all cords
fearing he could do this
Chew Chew Mat the Kung Fu Cat
Was roly, round, rotund and phat
She challenged every cat around.
Threw them into the air and onto the ground.
She was as fierce as any feline I had ever seen.
Her face was wide, her eyes were green.
She slammed me into the chair right away.
Okay I said, Let’s get this on, let’s play!
If chewing gum were motivation
~ I'd double-bubble the population
Now, I take you for The Heady
With this Rather Rough and Ready:
Your dared cooking of A Dead Stew,
In it nothing to richly chew
And clearly no Lump of Jew’s Ewe...
A Thing you can’t try with A Jew,
Who’d go ahead to finish you
And worse not bury Wasted You
Under their Honoring Yew…
I just could you beat black and blue
And watch you as you catch a flu
And never at all raise a hue…
If this was about your means few
I saw not when The Money flew
There once was a boy who could not chew
Yet he especially savored beef stew
He’d just bite and swallow
As taste buds lay fallow
Smell’s as good as taste ~ Pinocchio knew
You have to have a power animal faerie’s mother told her.
She settled on a large white animal with a soft little purr.
That’s a cat, they are a danger to faeries, her mother said.
I don’t care, I love this one. I like sitting on his head.
The tomcat woke up and was astounded at the faerie.
She had wings that were beautiful – opalescent and airy.
Let’s be friends, the cat said, and maybe I won’t eat you.
So, this is the deal she made with Mr. Cat Man Chew.
Chew Chew Chew Tear Tear Tear
Dance of the dog; bone in the air.
Throw and catch. Catch and throw.
Playful puppy. No! No! No!
He’s on the couch, now on the chair.
A bull goes whizzing high in the air.
Jump Jump Jump Jump and Play.
He’s loyal and happy, every day.
Chew Chew Chew Tear Tear Tear
Here he comes. The big galoot.
He is on my lap. Woot! Woot! Woot!
Dance of the pup; I happily scoot.
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