Glandular glib gladiator in Glady’s gladiolas?
glazing glassblowers gleaning gabbiness?
glistening, glittery, glitzy glop glimpsing gladiator?
globular glowworm gloriously gleaming in Glady’s gladiolas.
The shots ring out,
The soldiers drop,
Comrades shout,
The soldiers are filled with doubt,
As they splash through the slop,
The shots ring out,
The blood shall spout,
The bodies flop,
Comrades shout,
No More scout,
The bodies pile higher, his on top
The shots ring out,
The enemy starts to Strout,
As the army is served slop,
Comrades shout,
The army pushes on through the drought,
The soldiers drink water glop,
The shots ring out,
Comrades shout.
Ho hum, the doldrums:
I twiddle my thumbs
and scratch my bum.
I bumble ‘round,
and when I’m done,
I murmur, mumble, humph and hum.
Ding-dong, the same old song:
I bang my drum
and clang my gong;
I even brought
my bell along.
Tinkle, ting, naw, that’s just wrong.
Tick tock, flip flop
My brain is oozing
gloopy glop.
That metered click:
where is my glock?
Bang! that clock and make it stop!
Pitter pat, what’s that you say?
Rin tin, rain on the roof today!
I’ll squish and splosh and dance and play
and splash those doldrums right away!
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for the Onomatopeia Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
written on 07/02/2022
From The Desk of.......Missouri Mentez Waffo
Crowned Steppingstone Champion Five times
Missouri Trophy Tournament Makes Contender Number One
Contender in Three different leagues and
Makes the Winner Current and defending
Missouri Champion: Tournament pending
upon the current Position of the Trophy Holder
Miffle snizzle gupper shran! Dizzle Nezzle swooper swant! Yeah ? Yeah? gulper Sayez super swoop! Alto, samples shoe heel top. She-it, gals be blowing rounds, tickling there fanasies and getting down. Dop, dop, ah Rump-it Dah dootle Ramfut, Ah dopple, dopple swoop and foole!Candy coat my tootle flav, and make my hips swoggle swoop! Sooth the edges Baby. The feather in my hat takes flight, and my woman aint acting right. These wonez like me. Baby, baby can't this be. I know I'm in love! Tilt Did hur thang Wiff Bouis! Reedmember? A guitar Man iz hard to find. And a Desent Chello keeps everythang Mellow. Swoop the top, and and glop, lay-it down on top. Get that suppa ready Baby, hubbies coming Home!
Cranberries
Not that canned glop
That jiggles like jelly
But real cranberries
Turkey
Not a loaf
That does not have a taste
But the real thing
Gravy
Made with turkey drippings
Makes stuffing and potatoes
hot, I dream of it.
warm yeast rolls
With real butter
Satisfying
In a surreal way
Pumpkin pie
Garnished with Cool Whip
Announces
Thanksgiving
Throw in people
Old and young and
Laughter
A winning combination
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Gargle, glop, burble and glug,
The sauce in the bottle was glued.
It oozed so slow, not wanting to leave,
To cover all of my food.
A thump and a thud with a thwack on its base
Didn’t convince it to ooze any faster.
I guess it really didn’t want to cover the peas,
The chips, the mash or the pasta.
Then an idea popped into my head
To persuade it to flow like a stream.
I could gently warm it, with a little hot water,
Make it foam and simmer and steam.
Yes, it splashed, it flowed, I had broken its hold,
It would satisfy with a flavored up quench.
Then with one last wallop, the sauce flew from the bottle,
Far and wide, splashing all over the bench.
Pillows and blankets
Shaped in a 'V',
Bottles and pills
In a wrapper-filled sea.
Drool on our faces
Clothes on the ceiling.
These are the nights
My heart is healing.
My head on your feet
Your toes in my hair,
A repulsive aroma
Sweetens the air.
It's the puddle of glop
Is that yours or mine?
It doesn't matter
We'll both decline.
Though we both know it's yours
You somehow persuade,
And I clean up the mess
You swiftly evade.
I open the blinds
To see what we've missed,
You gripe and you grumble
But comply when you're kissed.
An hour to be active
Before it's once again night,
An hour to argue
And tickle and fight.
All showered and groomed
Clothes still on the ceiling,
These are the days
My heart is healing.
The sky turns to black
From the momentary blue,
But my day isn't wasted
When I'm wasting with you.
Jabba the Hutt has a spur up his butt
that makes him as mean as a wasp
If you stop for a look, at that glutton of glop,
his looks will not help him a lot!
His rotten demeaner, gave Vadar the radar,
to hide out in deep outer-space
Hutt's face and his figure could fracture a mirror
...and the glass of a whole universe!
There are millions of creatures, with much better features,
that Jabba can never embrace!
Jabba is gruesome, a big gooey nuisance!
He looks like a big wad of gum!
He grossed out Chewbacca.......
who likes his tobacco,.....(this may be a slip of a tongue)....,
But... a wad of his chew, missed the spittoon,
and hit Jabba, in his hut, with a zoom !
To view this unsightly, gruesome character:
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For P.D.'s Star Wars Contest:
By Carrie Richards 8/27/13
Star Wars Rules !
It was a cold and muddy day
as Gertrude lay smiling.
Just the kind of weather
that she adored.
She could splash around
for hours in the glop
and guzzle up
all her shlopp
when it was time.
Oh how she loved
the sound
of the hog-call.
It would signal
that special time
of day for her
when she could literally
pig-out!
Her delicate pink skin
did not tan too well,
always needing
a good coating of oils,
hence the perfection
in the weather described.
Her trotters,
she thought,
were possibly
her best feature –
could they
be called dainty?
Unlike her large snout
that she sometimes wished
could have been
more discreet-looking.
She valued her large ears
because they were
indeed an asset,
especially close
to supper time
and her eyes,
well, they were
the eyes of
an intelligent creature,
somewhat underestimated
by Man,
simply because
of the sweet tasting
tantalising suppleness
of the flesh
of the animal.
What to do
thought Gertrude,
but eat,
eat, eat,
eat, eat,
while you still
could eat,
at least.
Because one day –
every pig knew
as all pigs know –
we would all see
the blade descend
on us
and
then
splat!
Buy a pumpkin, big and round;
Choices at the stands abound.
Pick one with a solid stem –
You’ll know when you’ve found a gem.
Cut a circle ‘round the top;
Dig inside – remove the glop.
Separate each slimy seed;
Patience is what you will need.
Rinse and dry this pumpkin treat;
Spread them on a cookie sheet.
Shake some salt and let them bake;
Undersalting’s a mistake.
Meanwhile, get your sharpest knife;
Time for Jack to get a life.
Carve a face with sneer or grin,
Then you poke a candle in.
Now your Jack-O-Lantern’s set;
Admiration’s what you’ll get.
While you’re feeling downright boasty,
Munch some seeds, all nice and toasty.
Some traditions never die;
This one has a reason why:
Every year at Halloween,
Jack-O-Lanterns steal the scene!
I woke up today
and realized that you're gone.
I miss you and your smile,
but somehow it all feels wrong.
It's like I love you
but I wanna stop.
My heart is something more than
a lifeless glop.
You say you love me
and I know it's a lie.
Put yourself in my shoes,
you're more than just that average guy.
You're everything to me,
Just wish you could really see.