fee, fi, fo, fum
eenie, meenie, miny, mo...
absurdities abound
rubber buggy bumpers
for instance… or, blackbirds
baked in a pie… perchance
there's a fungus amungus...
eenie, meenie, desalini
ucha-a-wa'alini
hepta-minika-zokalini
doo-wa-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-doo...
In honor of 'National Bad Poetry' day
(How'd I do-- D?)
Categories:
fum, assonance, confusion, language, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Echoes everywhere
Stomp Stomp
Who’s there?
A Giant says he
Being tall
The Giants call
I can destroy
People are like toys
Looking over the colony
Think of me as your majesty
King high above
A tall tree
My footsteps are my mark
Traces of where I have been
I am tall from the top to the end
Witty and smart
The colony fears me
I am sight to seek
The Earth shakes when I move
It’s powerful in what I want to prove
That Jack is always being my search
He wants a battle with me
Who do you think will win?
Destiny my reward
A battle with a sword
I have a cold colony heart
Don’t let my temper stir up
I don’t get none
Alone and among
The Giant needs love sometimes
Happiness is sitting up in a tree
Searching but no find
A colony that is never kind too me
What do I do?
Otherwise has no surprise
This Giant just sits and waits
Let me stomp my foot loud in approval
The Giant has spoken
But never out done
Categories:
fum, adventure, allusion, art, books,
Form: Free verse
What would I do if there were only one of me
and not this raucous house on sky high stilts
shouting Fe Fi Fo Fum
rooster proud and peacock pitchy
like Baba Yaga, with her chicken legs
but many more mice,
and they are all writing this poem
from inside a giants eye?
What if this was my last brew, last blow,
last blathering?
What if this was my last poem,
unfinished, tragically abandoned
because of some unforeseen poxy palsy
that splits my cranium open
letting all the air out?
Would I be content, or bent backwards forever?
No not content, not content at all, no indeed not.
What good would high stilts do me then
and how many blind mice
must be beheaded in order to gag
a never ending last breath?
I think I smell some blood in a still chewing cud.
What if this were the only poem in the world
tattered, incomprehensible, and soiled as it is,
why then, I would be just one, only one,
and that would not do - not do at all
or perhaps…
Categories:
fum, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A giant college pledge to "Fee Phi" one day
Was not named "Fum" though he said so anyway
Don wanting to be "Fum"
Many thought was just dumb
He was a Fee Phi, Faux Fum's what they say!
Categories:
fum, character, longing, nonsense, word
Form: Limerick
These are a few rules of fum,
For one chum is... fum!
Even if you do smell the blood of an Englishman,
It is impolite to yell fee fie fo... fum!
One must never leave their house looking like a bum,
It is irreprehensible to always be... glum!
One must always choose his mate even over his best chum,
Your bathroom must always be free of... scum!
Ice cream should come in five gallon drums,
Beer bread should be devoured 'til there isnt a... crumb!
One must never smack their gum,
Or stick a pie with their... thumb,
And pull out a... plumb!
When someone says "hither" you must come,
Never stand there just looking... dumb!
If you are to be a florist you must have a green thumb,
And always stay away from the...rum!
These are just a few rules of fum,
So until we meet again... go and have some F.U.M.!
Categories:
fum, confusion, education, fantasy, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
I smell the
fried sausages
bacon and eggs
fried bread, toast,
mushrooms and
tomatoes.
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
Ismell the
Steak and kidney
pie, loads of potatoes
veggies galore and
buckets full of gravy
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
I smell the
Aftermath of beans
on toast, covered in
melted cheese, where
do I start the more I
eat the more I fart
Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum
I smell the
Dessert, jelly and
custard, spotted
dick to, jam rolly
polly and a chunk
of plum pie, all on
one plate piled up
high.
Now pass me a human
I need a tooth pick
Categories:
fum, funny
Form: I do not know?