Suki is as Suki does
A vacuum cleaner's twin
She keeps her face fastidious
So she can start again
She follows you about the house
A faithful pet is she
We count on her to mop the floor
And map it frequently
Her appetite is typical
Of creatures like the whale
And yet she chews while other choose
To pass the garbage pale
She likes to bark at strangers
And she does so with a bang
A lot of worldly dangers
Are no longer just a fang
A funster or a munster
Is her sweet dichotomy
Whenever eyes are chasing flies
She plays the game with me
The toilet is her better half
As she would soon admit
She drinks a lot of water
In an effort to be fit
Another dog might step aside
Or say, I've got to go
But Suki dear is cringing here
To make the talent show
I'm glad to know her face is black
For this formality
A cordial black is nice to track
Her personality.
Categories:
funster, animal, appreciation, dog, humor,
Form: Rhyme
He chose a face
that only his mad mother
would love.
He painted a tragedy
upon a crooked grin.
His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a honking mockery.
A blundering funster
who picked-up
a badgering prod,
while he capered
inside distorting mirrors.
When there was no audience
he became the dark intermission,
a curtain drawn
over a cloaked smirk.
Now we see him
swaying on street corners,
occasionally cackling,
much crazier now
his hands dripping blood,
but on the upside
he is doing very well
at the box office.
Categories:
funster, poetry,
Form: Free verse
He chose a face
that only his mad mother
would love.
He painted a tragedy
upon a crooked grin.
His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a honking mockery.
A blundering funster
who picked-up
a badgering prod,
that made it caper, and ha-de-ha
inside distorting mirrors.
When audiences thinned,
he became the dark intermission,
a curtain drawn
over a cloaked smirk.
Now we see him
swaying on street corners,
occasionally cackling,
much crazier now
then his sorrowing mom.
Categories:
funster, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
He chose a face
that only his mad mother
would love.
He painted a tragedy
upon a crooked grin.
His mask was designed
to mug any real mirth.
His career-path
a honking mockery.
A blundering funster
who picked-up
a badgering prod,
that made it caper, and ha-de-ha
inside distorting mirrors.
When audiences thinned,
he became the dark intermission,
a curtain drawn
over a cloaked smirk.
Now we see him
swaying on street corners,
occasionally cackling,
much crazier now
then his sorrowing mom.
Categories:
funster, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
I know this sounds like a soliloquy,
But why did bulldust men find me?
God made Ratlotto sardonically,
Life's booby prizes always find me,
Now 70 years old is the new young,
O God of funster fun,
Is it them or me?
Yes indeed, my soliloquy,
Is it them or doormat me?
Whinging is fun for us,
No one's listening to this fuss,
Dear God of Ratlotto's booby prizes,
Any more masculine surprises?
Categories:
funster, age, anti bullying, destiny,
Form: Free verse
It was only a legend, my dears,
A normal town, living in fear,
There were fat feral urban virgins here,
Hell bent on their pleasures, cheers!
"Down with boys' daks, get here!"
A whole town living in fear,
Was it all an urban myth, my dears?
Urban virgins strolling the streets,
Battleships waiting for boys to meet,
Immaculate conception, each miss,
Having divine parthogenesis,
Yes, real fat funster chicks,
It was all about ********,
For each little Horatio,
Or was it a fantasy of bliss,
From an urban virgin miss?
Did urban virgins wander away?
Normal town, not a normal day,
A normal town, living in fear...
It was only a legend, my dears.
Categories:
funster, fear,
Form: Free verse