I often watched the clock on my job
Which caused my heart to throb
It made me slack on my work
I was called a dumb jerk
I was said to be just a fat slob
More of My Many
Mellifluous Poems
even though may be brief
had been short sigh of relief
from sadness and grief
all over and done
guilty they had found the one
punishment upon
to court would embarge
what he received was a large
sentence based on charge
had started to search
for great and glorious church
with trees oak and birch
God gave me a job
much fruit salad with corn cob
became a fat slob
There was once a lazy drunkard named Bob
He's so idle he's nicknamed the fat slob
By the pool he lays
In a drunken daze
He just drinks and shovells food down his gob.
In the summers heat Bob sweated and stunk
Didnt bother him cos he was so drunk
Tripped over a stool
Fell into the pool
And now smells more like wet dog than a skunk...
(GOB -slang for mouth)
Written 14th June 2020
For Summer Laziness Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Mohan Chutani
Our Priest Told Us To
Our priest told us to be a Trump hater;
That fat slob who is a slithery traitor,
God said forbid;
Trump get rid;
Fed to an Episcopalian enormous alligator.
Oh Say You Should Hear Priest Sing
Oh say you should hear priest sing;
More members to choir he will bring;
Quite a quaint fellow;
He must sing mellow;
Sounds like birds chirping in spring.
Every Episcopalian Who Will Elope
With new priest seemed hard to cope;
Towards sin, his sermons would slope;
With death scrape;
Being out of shape;
Ourselves out of fear soon did grope.
Should Hear Priest Sing Christmas Carol
What we found was our church imperil;
Had heard priest sing Christmas Carol;
Restless rover;
Big barrel over;
Whined like wild cat found to be feral.
Jim Horn
Door Knob A Fat Slob
Of sense Trump only has a small dob,
Who was discovered to be a door nob;
A dumb cluck;
Foot got stuck;
Difficult entering and sure is fat slob.
Jim Horn
Trump Forgotten Botton Feeder
Seems like Trump is causing me
to go ballistics according to all
of the latest statistics which is
way some poets get their kicks.
and in a few licks.
Did you knpw Trump is our lousy leader;
Can't figure out how operate parking meter;
A big blob,
And fat slob;
Which is why he became a bottom feeder.
Jim Horn
Trump and Compensate
Trump wants to learn how to compensate;
And to see him do it we can hardly wait;
Trump reassure,
Have to endure;
Thinks he needs a neurosis to negotiate.
Jim Horn
Politicians Love Their Job
They do love their job
Party power it may rob
So why a fat slob.
Is she so supreme
And Warren so it does seem
Features that redeem.
What a perfect pair
With Democrats everywhere
Who for us do care.
How is that for my Horn Haiku
Trilogy? Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Beautiful people
Under God's steeple
Just reach out
Stomp Holler Shout
Let one know
They're Loved So
Inspirations Aspirations
Show Em Representation
Tell Em their doing a great job
Never call them a big fat slob
Lend them your ear
Help wipe their tears
Illuminate their thoughts
Help them with their sought
Open new doors
Let less fortunate sleep on maple floors
Spare a dime
For you commuted no crime
Break bread if you must
For in God we trust
So beautiful people shine on
Come join all in this Heavenly bond
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