eel sped off with amazing zeal
he’d heard there was a sale on fresh veal
fancied it for his midday meal
but it was not a fantastic deal
he had been tricked by a heel
saw a lively red lure from a reel
it had a strange weird ugly feel
he remembered his grandpa eel’s spiel
swam past it in the waters, teal
heard about lamb that was a steal
When the wind chimes high
when the wind chimes low
through the links
in his kilt he'll go
all the lassies say hello
Donald where's your troosers?
A slimy heel slippery eel
tho' no feared he'd take the fall(s)
he lost his breeks on the course
where caddies dropped (all) his ball(s)
With apologies to Andy Stewart (1933 – 1993)
Eric swam in a pool of dreams
Score and five years passed people's squeams
Contest of quick start
Conquest of brave heart
Standing strong with flag's tiny gleams
Eel is a fish
It's delicious
Delicacy.
eel
slimy
well streamlined
lives in water
fish
It CAN be ‘fish n chips’ stop carping on, there’s no plaice for rudeness!
It's so sad to see a person out of their depths and just floundering
Why is it that some people always think they're right - for the halibut!
What a load of pollocks! Oh my cod she’s crabby … Salmon call a doctor!
I'd order fries with my fish - but I'd get hooked for not calling them chips!
I've had a whale of a time casting out the bait with these fishy puns!
Stop those fishcious lines ...no debait, 'Halibut poem' is fintastic!
It’s shellfish fishing for compliments, but I write a good monoku!
Ethereal enigma echoed empathic eel ‘s emotional elevation
Elongated elusive elephant-like Edison expected ectoplasm
Extrasensory efforts of exacting Ellis effortlessly eludes evildoers
Exasperating empathetic eel and elusive ethereal enigma
'It seems surreal,'
whispered the eel,
'and I'm unsure
what that is for.'
He nodded then
towards my pen.
He wriggled round
without a sound,
and quite aghast,
he scribbled fast,
his mouth around
the pen I'd found -
and here I quote
the words he wrote:
'I am an eel
so here's the deal -
no jelly stuff *
(I'm far too tough).'
And then tight-lipped,
he duly flipped
into the sea,
and winked at me.
I waved bye-bye,
and floated high
above the crowds
who sat on clouds...
*jellied eel
for Nina's Surreal contest
there once was a very clever eel
who liked to grab her tail like a wheel
always caused a giggle
every time she wiggled
she just loved the way it made her feel
Make Me Laugh Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
8/26/19
9-9-6-6-9
Have you ever dated an electric eel?
You'll never forget the way it feels,
If you roll with an eel in the sack,
Brace yourself for that electric crack,
A hug will make your eyes bug out,
A kiss will make you twitch and shout,
Visions of eel love will burn in your head,
Check your pulse for you might be dead,
A date with an electric eel can be so exciting,
Like dancing with a bolt of lightning,
Sadly our love would never last,
But I have to say it was quite a blast.
Motto Matters Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Natasha Scragg
09/10/21
Any and even the coldest eel
loses a plate to any cold steel.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
Slipperier than a Greased Eel In a Vat of Astroglide
That Hillary’s sociopathic streak is a mile wide
In case you haven’t noticed, the fix is in
But her followers love her even if she’s guilty as sin
We all think she should be a woman of greater convictions
Both moral and criminal, given her total lack of friction
She’s got a layer of Teflon thicker than Gotti
And to the Secret Service, a mouth full of potty
She looks crookeder than even a barrel of snakes will
Phonier than A William Jefferson Clinton three dollar bill
7/24/16
© By Author
For Contest: Create An Idiom
Sponsor: Jesse Day
Eel River Tragedy
I’ve gold dollars for my darlin and a Stetson for my son,
and in my old broke saddlebags, I keep my Schofield gun,
when home I’ll make some coffee and tell a tale I’ve seen,
about the Eel river tragedy, the like since never seen
In sunset’s dust, ten thousand steers, drank from muddy banks,
while one hundred thirsty cowboys rode into their ranks,
the water soon was muddy, a bubbling rattlesnake red,
and fifty cowhands underfoot, man and boy lay dead
A cyclone made of hooves and horns, took them to their grave,
two thousand of the hasty breed, died from drinking mud, laid
poisoned in the mornin sun, did cheat the slaughterer’s thud
Now that’s a lot of good men, who didn’t need to die,
they’re lookin down in anger from the roundup in the sky,
so if your steers need water, then split the herd in turns,
and send your hands upriver, to drink by settled ferns
Slithering in the depthless waters
We find the eel—never blinking
Rarely has he seen the sun
Encompassed with mistrust
He’s a soloist of the deep
Calm burning in his soul,
We find his home
Serenely built on the quietude of his spirit
He melts into his cold tunnels
He’s the keeper of the ocean’s secrets
Frowning and gaping
He lifts his slimy head
Watching the strangers swimming along
Catching interest in one or two
Only to assist them in knowing—he’s the devourer of whomever he pleases to
overthrow
He’s so unobtrusive, this little creature
Yet fire seems to burn from within
As if by coming a little closer…
He’d reveal his secrets from beneath the fin
In awe the eel will slither back in his throne of emptiness
Silent desperation was never described so discreetly
Yet he conquers all completely
And survives longer than his kind could ever appreciate
Soloist of the sea
I doubt you desire me to observe
Your slimy, despicable existence
But you are worthy of acknowledgement—
Much worthier than I myself
For truly, my eely presence in these lines
Is diminutive against your profound, human-like indifference
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