Shush...DIDN'T I TELL YAWL TA BE QUIET
Be quiet, hush now;
Says the Librarian;
Mama says “Shush! Do you want to wake everyone?”
Toddler mocks mama shushes every one else;
What's the rush;
Grandma says you better hush;
Utterance of “shush” the thumps were followed by;
More hushes and shushes and yawl better B quiet from the aunts';
Gits a switch from out the yard;
Now ya hear a soft swishing or rustling sound;
Shush;
Gittin yo buttocks whipped;
What ya rush;
And you bet not cry;
Been tellin ya to be quiet so now
Shush;
SHo?oSH, SH?SH!
9/12/18 ©2018
For Shush...Did You Hear That? Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Categories:
gittin, sound,
Form: Free verse
Da Microsoft Hoe. (sing it sort of to the tune of 16 tons.)
verse 1
Some people say we're nuthin but bits 'n' bytes.
I grew up fightin' on Sa'day nights.
Nevah thought we'd evah even need a password
Gittin where I'm goin'. I'sa dirty bird.
verse 2
I was bone one mornin' Mama threw me away
I grew up makin love in stacks of hay
Frogger was da best I could find to pass
my time away, to save my ass.
CHORUS 1
I load sixteen bits. Whada I get?
anoder day older, and deeper in debt.
St Peter don't ya call me cause I cain't go
I owe my soul -- to da Microsoft hoe.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet,
Categories:
gittin, metaphor, rap,
Form: Lyric
WHAT'S THAT YA SAY, YER DIETIN'?
AINCHA HEERED ABOUT OLE JAKE?
HE THOUGHT HE MIGHT COULD GIT A GAL
BY JUS' CUTTIN' BACK ON CAKE
WELL HE KEP' A-GITTIN' THINNER
TILL WE ALL BEGUN TA FEAR
IF WE DIDN'T GIT SOME CAKE IN HIM
HE'D UP 'N' DISAPPEAR
THEY SAY A WORD SAID TA THE WISE
HAD OUGHTA BE SUFFICIENT...
DON'T GIVE UP CAKE OR JUS' LIKE JAKE
YA'LL END UP FAT DEFICIENT!
Just another Warrenpiece
Categories:
gittin, food, funny, humor, humorous,
Form: Lyric
'Twas time once again to saddle up for the annual world tour,
Another flying trip around the earth that they must again endure!
"I'm a-gittin' too old fer this flyin' business!" declared Prancer!
"That fat old man is sure gittin' a burden to tote!" exclaimed Dancer!
"The old man gets the treats - all we git is oats!" grumbled Vixen!
"And them lazy elves load the sleigh far too full!" griped Blitzen!
Donner complained about that upstart Rudolph with the shiny nose!
Dasher agreed, "Yeah! He's Santa's pet and that ever'one knows!"
Comet avowed, "Why don't that old poop let us fly the jet stream?"
"I'm quittin' after this ride!" said Cupid. "He just makes me steam!"
They complained about the cold weather and landing on slippery roofs,
Ice forming on their antlers and the fear of breaking their delicate hoofs!
Jouluupukki and the other elves waved and cheered as they flew away,
With sacks of dollies, trucks, bikes and coal overloaded on the sleigh!
The only thing the grumpy reindeer considered their greatest joys,
Was the privilege of delivering good cheer to all the little girls and boys!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Categories:
gittin, christmas, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Hank hired on fer a dollar a day an' found.
He wuz knowed as th' best bronc buster around.
They wuz allus a roll-yer-own a-danglin' frum his lips,
An' he wore his jeans an' chaps low on his hips!
He wuz lean an' lank an' had spent years in th' saddle,
As bow-legged as pliers, spending so much time astraddle!
Wearin' an ol' slouch hat an' well-worn boots,
He'd rode many a wild bronc out uv rodeo chutes!
"Thar stands th' orn'riest critter alive!" th' boss implied.
"Thar ain't no mustang 'round I cain't tame!" Hank replied.
Other cowpokes ambled to th' corral to enjoy th' show,
An' with knowin' grins watched Hank earn his dough!
Th' bronc jes stood there snortin' with fire in his eyes.
Hank could see trouble! Boys, wuz he in fer a su'prise!
Sech hossflesh he'd never rode! He'd never seen sech gyrations!
His ol' bones had never experienced sech sensations!
He wuz throwed, stomped an' wedged agin' th' fence.
With his pals cheerin' him on an' things a-gittin' tense,
He 'lowed, "Boys, I give up! He's beat me good!
I reckon I'd better find myself anuther livelihood!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Categories:
gittin, cowboy-western
Form: Rhyme
Hmmm...
'08 I hate and disregard, as we bring in a new year;
'09 should be fine, and I have plans; to shift into a new gear.
Excuse my bitchin and whinin, but this last year was a bust;
Plans of change I've made them, and this year their a must.
No self pitty, no procrastination, no bitchin that life ain't fair;
I'm gettin on the positive wagon; and I hope to see you all there.
Father time has been a friend to me but, even he can grow weary;
We best do what we want in life, cause time goes by quickly deary.
Life is all about livin, it's out there and I'm gonna grab it;
'09 will find me jammin, cause im gittin all I can Git !
Categories:
gittin, funny, holiday, life, timeme,
Form: Rhyme