Fibbing Poems | Examples

Food Folly

I love mushrooms 
with eyes peeping out 
under their caps, their hats 

I love broccoli 
with curly green tops 
Curly green hair 

I love asparagus 
with their long slender bodies 
and pointy heads 
and they don’t taste like grass 

I love Brussel sprouts 
Little bundles of joy 
Bathing in buttery sauce 
Lots of buttery sauce
 
I love carrot juice 
Very orange 
but they don’t taste like oranges 

I love blueberries 
in yogurt, cereal or cream 
They go good with just about everything 
even by themselves 
One by one I pop them in my mouth 
There’s no singing the blues with blueberries 
Blueberries are absolutely my favorite
 
Not like all those I listed before 
'cause I was fibbing 
Don’t tell my Mom 
‘cause I only like them a little bit 
Or not at all 
    Yuck!

what is a landline

What is a land line? I asked twenty-seven third graders.
None of them knew, it was an antiquated term in 2022.
I told them that if they had phones that stayed in one spot…
That is a landline, we used to have them all over, believe it or not.

They did not believe me. They thought I was teasing them.
They could not imagine a phone attached by cord to a wall.
She is not fibbing, we used to have them in homes said Jim.
They are pretty spoiled, these eight-year-olds, three feet tall.

Animals Came Alive

Animals came alive on my new Christmas tree
In a vintage blue car from about forty-three
I heard the zebra first, he yelled out, “Whee!”
Elephant was coaxing them to go to New York City.

I know that you think I am fibbing or being witty.
My imagination is not that great, it’s not pretty.
A chimpanzee grabbed my chin and was kind of spit-ty.
I was so irritated I encouraged them to go to New York City.

Honesty

Honesty is my best policy or is it; I ponder 
so be truthful, not to later have to pay a plunder...
fore some consequence, after told your fibbing,
see another do as myself; Charitably, donating...

                         OR
I've seen both sides now fore looking back...
nor lose sleep over anything said to anyone...
                         Or your dear spouse

everyone expects you to be honest; Watch their back...
while fallacious, that little white lie, may...
                          Save Your Life

Curly Red Haired Girl

Have you seen the new curly red haired girl?
Cannot say that I have, he replied, wondering.
Why was everyone saying this to him?
This was the fourth person who had asked.

There she is! Four people shouted, watching his reaction.
The minute he saw her, he understood why.
She looked like his mother had looked when she was young.
She had died when he was six, but he remembered her face.

Her hair was a bit darker than this girl’s but her eyes were the same.
Everyone wants us to meet, the girl told him, except she was not a girl.
He invited her to lunch and they talked; she was a terrific listener.
He felt he had regained a tiny bit of his mother, which was soothing.

I guess I remind people of your mother? She suggested.
She looked a lot like you, he admitted, but she was not a great listener.
I prefer speaking to you.
And he was not fibbing.

Shadows Are Rather Stiff

Shadows are stiff
hard-edged, 
all telling,
not fibbing
nor forgiving.
The mind's eye is blind 
to the shadowy-side 
we carry in ruck-sacks behind
our backs.
Shadows are brutally honest,
dark and gloomy,
sketches of self in outline,
that we would rather lose
'cause they can't be
colored in.

My Body Lied With Such Devotion

Sing this to an Old Sea Chanty

Remember the old song
My Bonnie lies over the ocean?
My Bonnie lies over the sea?
It would not leave my mind alone yesterday, so I changed it up.
Feel free to sing this: 

My body lied with such a devotion!
My body lied to him, you and me!
Rumors were put into motion.
Oh bring back my fibbing to me!

Bring back!
Bring back!
Bring back my fibbing to me, to me.

Cold Feet

Still, in my pajamas, cold, ‘tis Winter.
Purple and gray wool socks, and still, cold feet.
Yet i’d walk down into the oaks, with sun’s
light be soaked, at the Summer-plumed heartbeat.

Into the glowing moss and down the hill,
like my grand, who’d make glorious foothold
into the street. Still, alone, basking in
happiness, woolen feet waltzing, toes cold,

knuckles chapping, clapping of my steepled
fingers. dry and joyful lips, arising,
Dizzy, I'd survey the amphitheater -
steam of cold-heat, underfoot apprising.

O my soul, the crooning blue signature,
expansive, inexpensive, pensive sky.
Behold God’s goodness directed my way.
Though fibbing from inside, I do not lie.

The arms of my chair, still, caring, hold me
or i’d jetty into my imagination.
There the birds stir up woozy fairyland
with tea and serenity’s coronation.

2/10/2021
Contest: All Yours (Feb 10)
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Santa On Zoom

This year Santa's requests come by Zoom 
And a flat-chested Miss full of gloom 
She asked 'please do your best'
I'd love a double D breast 
He obliged and she's now in full bloom.. 

Another asked for a new nose 
'Cause the one I’ve got just grows and grows  
Truly I am not fibbing 
And I take so much ribbing 
You should hear the din when it blows.

Santa soon became really depressed 
He'd had so many awkward requests  
He felt so fool of doom
He got rid of his Zoom
And concluded a letter is best. 

9th December 2020

Magna Veritas

Mightier than fibs and sharp swords, 
Manacled truth will with time prevail
Against high peak and gigantic vale, 
And glossed lips' deodorized words. 

Sharper than lucre's nectared studs
Stabs tested truth's right-driven nail;
Till all wrong-worn tongues wax frail, 
And fain betray old veneered guards. 

Unfettered truth predates olden floods.
Earlier than Noah's Ark and hasty hail
Unbowed stood her long-tenured trail, 
Defanging vibes of fact-twisting nerds. 

Unbent still won truth's candid cards, 
Outlasting every knavish fibbing tale; 
And justice bespectacled favored jail, 
Where oft cool heels of reptiled duds.

Why not tell it to blank wingless birds: 
If stoutest truth's tempest-tossed sail
Long neutered was by wealthier gale, 
Over gold's Monsoon-storming girds? 

~~~Magna est veritas et praevalebit~~~.

April Fooling Around

April Fools is on the new horizon 
When the next time the sun rises 
There will be innocent fibbing and lying 
Is it a prank, a joke? 
Or just a forum for one to stand up to insult? 
It is a whole day dedicated to giving 
Laughter an opportunity to make a better living 
Hopefully the day will be relaxed 
And nobody will face the issue of being sacked 
Beware of the pen 
With the exploding ink it could send 
Then there could be an alluring call 
That rings inside the working stall 
Look at things closer 
Especially if the reading is off the informative poster 
All in all a good little spook 
Could end up as a romantic hook 
And as time carries on 
From the flirty spring fling con 
He could walk down the aisle to say ‘I do’ 
Allowing her to reply, “April Fools on you”

My Mom Lets Me Roller Skate In the House

My mom lets me roller skate in the house, the new boy said.
Liar! I thought, but I kept it to myself.
She lets me paint murals on the walls of my room, he added.
You are a fibbing fool I thought, but I did not call him on it.
My mom lets me swear upside one wall and down another.
I watch for his nose to grow, not realizing most of this was true.
I thought all Mom-rules were the same.
But when I became a mother,
I attached swings to the rafters of the basement 
so my children could swing inside.
I also let them skate in the basement for it had a smooth cement floor.
When my daughter was thirteen, I let her paint murals all over her room.
Figuring she could not do a lot of damage with the approved pastel paints.
Not realizing her best friend had sneaked in a can of black.
Mistake.

Fibbing On Acci Squared

don't count
on me be
cause odd
ly enough
though i'm
one of the
ranks i've
always
stunk
at be
ing
one
to

actually say
grammatic
ally not ma
the ma tic
ally why
when i
add up
the sum
of us as
some
thing
i am
all

ways getting 
oddly even 
after doing 
it with you
twice i still 
come up
with a to
tal of one
though
on a 
calc 
you
later 

it reads
two but
that's
one
too
man
y so
i use
bi nary
be cause
counting
your fin
gers gets

bet
her
aft
er
we
get
past
ten an
d need
to use
your toe
s to get
the prop

er tot all
e qual to
a mount 
of one
of me
and
one
of
you
to add
up to
two 
th

ough i'm
go ing
down
on you
i'll sub
tract my
self and
gladly
allow
you
to
ri
de

me bucking
bronco style
so you go 
cow girl 
moo ve 
me use 
me butt 
do n't 
for get 
to brand
me as be 
long ing to

you

A Soup Opera: As the Nose Grows

Mr. and Mrs. Pinocchio are carvings of wood
No matter how they try, they cannot be good
Lying is their habit. The constant fibbing shows
by the length of snouts; each has a distended nose

They bray like donkeys in the Disney movie
Arrogantly thinking they're impressively groovy
They will never be able to become a real girl and boy
unless they stop lying and end to their cunning ploy

Geppetto, why'd you give these imps a tongue
Their lies are far fetched and their tales far flung
How they love to fabricate fibs and wickedly conspire
Perhaps that wood would be put to better use in a bonfire

One Stone

The wedding is booked the date all agreed
got the dress, venue, guess what I need
A look in the mirror, its easy to spot
I could loose a few pounds don't need a lot
I'll cut out the chocolate, cakes and jam
instead I'll eat rice, salad and yams
The dress is my target I must endure
for what I have chosen its the only cure
I hope that it comes from my massive behind
my bloke is amazing says its all in my mind
I know he is fibbing not telling the truth
because if he did I'd surely hit the roof
so here goes my weigh in been a month so far
onto the scales eyes down and away, 
 it says 6.5 kilos less for today
so what is that really, in weights that I know
Well said the doctor a little over one stone.

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