If we don't spill blood
Then we won't have any food.
My children need food.
When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.
Scribble scrabble dribble drabble
What is that scratching?
I still myself and listen
Is it coming from the oak tree or ground?
A tiny but gorgeous fluffy caramel mouse is in my leaves
I watch her or him or they
She is nibbling on something
Her tiny hands are exquisitely pretty
I leave her to it, thinking I have never seen such a creature
Scribble scrabble dribble drabble
The oak tree winks at me
Life is great in the country today
Love is a beautiful thing
A thing of thy soul
the song we all sings
But only few
Have the courage
To dance to thy beat
The rhythm of the heart
Without retreating even amidst the heat.
No hate no love
Just like no wound, no healing
Love in the air
So undisguised
For it's Valentine's day
Love the reason for the season
Some give it unconditionally
Without seizing or leaving
Many fake it, just to partake in it.
In my country
Nigeria to be precise
Babe will block babe
Just to post main babe
People date for sex and things
Not love, just for fun and funds
Our country na cruise
Many take advantage
Few do it from them heart
If you broke
Them go dribble your heart play am like ball.
Again, I felt it skip a beat;
the heart goes pitty-pat.
It seems I am dehydrated;
I can’t imagine that.
If you don’t mind, I think I’ll pass;
I cannot down another glass
until I first excrete.
Noticed recently I'm starting to dribble
Luscious babes, make me wanna nibble
Her knuckles of course
Ear lobes till I'm hoarse
Okay maybe I'll just suck on some kibbles
Rapspin Rockshere
Where did you get
Them jammies from
If jam on rapping swing
And sing to articulate
Hey Getwiffya you
Gone let me stank
Day up?
Gobble ain't got nothing
He can't have
What makes you
Wanna ph@ck?
Gibble Dribble say
We in love
And let me do
My thing!
Talking sweet, might
Help you get it on
Just go buy the ring!
dry humping
my pillow
rapidly
bouncing
basket
balls
Noticed recently I'm starting to dribble
Luscious babes, make me wanna nibble
Her knuckles of course
Ear lobes till I'm hoarse
Okay maybe I'll just suck on some kibbles
Predictions nothing more nothing less
Am I right or am I always right? LOL
Ok this hasn't worked out as I thought, then again when do I out a lot
of though into anything?
Now they say Power corrupts, and I am one great and powerful poet.
There fore I must apologize for my corruption.
Carry on to Leon
One day I might even post a poem here
Thank you Jack, for that fine limerick I give you an aWard!
Let it trickle
Dribble a drop
From the Tip
Of the Top
Till it sits
on the rocks
a little sip
then it flops
another is sick
Hit up Doc
here's another hit
Hear it pop
Pills will slit
Big willed thoughts
Like a wrist
Do not watch
the skin split
Like gymnasts' crotch
Sorry a bit
Going for shock
Not even wit
Just mental block
Private Dribble died today
'twas in his 19th year
a nickname's all he left me with,
his name I didn't hear.
He couldn't speak, but as he died
he asked me with his eyes,
to reason out his passing;
find truth among the lies.
His death was less than gallant,
the conflict void of reason,
and rife with chair-borne rangers,
war profiteers, and treason.
So when he left me standing there
condemned to watch him die,
I didn't have an answer for
the simple question,
Why?
Written November, 1969, Nuy Ba Den firebase, Song Be, Viet Nam
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