I once had a neighbor called miss goody two shoes,
Each time I was cornered she sang me the blues.
Because she hadn’t improved,
I just picked up and moved,
after fifteen years I thought I’d paid my dues.
"Oh, I never got a chance to tell you that I liked Sarah Vaughn too, this night reminds me to tell you that...I do, A***a, my son, Love Pops," ... by Poet
Lone
moans
ensues
overuse
be two years of tears
Jan fourteen-twenty-twenty-two
It is time I watched His video, and heard His songs ...
"Pops, my night, no goody-two-shoes, just R & B, the rebel me--with Mickey Mouse Hat!"
goody-goody
was she
must say
a bit
too much
for me
goody shoes
are two
in one
she stuffs
those don'ts
been done
the other
kept for
her dos
those rights
best left
outta sight
we all
won't see
these things
well done
saved for
foolish fun
one goes
near here
nor there
searching so
for goodys
who care
rhyme 30 lines 60 words
Re: Goody Two Shoes popularized by John Newberry 1765
Polly, you say?
Yes, Polly-Wolly
My, that's cute
There's more
What is it?
Polly-Wolly-Doodle
You're so creative
I knew you'd say that
What else do you have for me?
Polly-Wolly-Doodle-All-the-Day
Did you dream that up all by yourself?
No, I flat out stole it
You're evil, you are!
And you are 'Goody-Two-Shoes?'
That I am.
Oh, no. Here we go again...
Autumn surrounds the lake
Vibrancy vivacious, romantic
Blue in the rippling eye
Dark speck, a boat
Grows bigger and bigger
The laughter
Her auburn hair thrown back,
Her subtle loveliness
He stares at the landscape of love
Day bellows in briskness
And a tartan blanket
Smoothed on her lap
A sporty arm around her shoulder
Shadows falling effervescent
Sweethearts head for home
Trees retreat into dusk
Crunch of falling leaves underfoot
Spark of embers dying
Flame of color extinguished
Except for her lips
Pressed into his memory book
Soft, blush, frolic
Of a burgeoning wish
Small leaf adrift on tranquil waters
Occupier eyes the couple with jealousy
A miniature copy, this sister a faerie
Speckled toadstool over her head
She conjures a rainstorm
To get goody two shoes wet
But she slips into his arms
He asks
Rainstorm pulls the lovers along
To make a permanent hitch
A flying leaf, a faerie aboard
Stomps her teeny tiny feet
Wipes away her tears
Gives in, wishes well
For their happily ever after
11/18/2020
Mr. Trouble
They call me Mr. Trouble
‘Cause I’m good at finding kicks
You’re young miss goody two shoes
A square with no bag of tricks
I want to be a good man
Just one who is more mature
A person who makes a stand
And doesn’t fall on the floor
We only come out to kiss
When the summer fog is thick
Love is much stronger than this
And certainly not as sick
I’m a cynic with no pride
You’re a girl brought up by hicks
You’re private on the right side
I’m a guy who likes wild chicks
Yet our love has been so real
You say you truly love me
As I veer towards your calm trail
To your life of faith and glee
She’s an odd duck,
Weird, crazy, unbelievably strange.
A Pollyanna, a Goody-two-shoes,
I ran toward her,
Praying they were right.
I was ready to welcome her to my tribe.
Fake won't sit right let alone fit into the play along no time for games for the playground
Is full of fools in sheep clothing blood thicker than water when it's an all right inconvenience
Not so much when not to be benefited flipping the script for gratification won't sit right
With me once close now departed by lies that fly like bees in a beehive trying to walk a Straight line on a crooked road makes for endurance when those that said to have had your Back turns out they took a different approach led by lies of a clear picture forced with Intoxication trying to depart my self from the wolves so close to home drained and sadden by A socialisation going left not goody two shoes just trying the straight line that leads to Salvation while all eyes on me to fail not perfect but perfecting the flaws in me to come Correct with him who guides me on the straight narrow road that leads to salvation through The clouds I have seen his blessings and also his separating me from the wolves not perfect far from it working in progress while fake in my face clear picture expose guard up hands up
Pryed up
we are two little goody two shoes
eating our yummy good dog chews
we sit and stand , when asked by Laura Loo
you should have a doggie to pat when your blue
to snuggle and huggle close to you, too.
Photo 1 used
penned 19 March 2016
yeah i feel a lotta
sayin' that it ain't
really what it seems
a comin' on
what your momma
and her second personality
told you bout
my silly song,
it ain't wrong.
kinda makes me
wanna bang the gong,
but it goes on,
back and forth
like ping-pong.
every no-good goody-two-shoes
try'na play the blues
without readin' the news
boo-hoo, ineptitude.
the ruling class can't
harass me because i
dash too fast
through the past
to a safe place
at last.
Above the clouds
where the angels sing
you will often here the jingling
of keys, means Peter is about
someone is waiting to come in
What are the virtues to gain access
being a goody two shoes
all of your life
I think not, being bad is no sin
not a reason for not going in
But bad isn’t BAD just a little off course
you have redeemed that by being nice
to that old lady you helped with her shop
cos you have a ring through your nose
doesn’t mean you’re no good to help
The good ones, well the door will open
no pain
what have you missed
by not being naughty sometime
no chance again.
My moral is being good is great
live a bit too
just a little bit bad,
does no harm to you
as long as you live and love and care
Peter’s jingling keys will always be there
I'm not going to go down to you level,
No matter how much i like you.
I'm not going to be one of those girls
Who's too devoted to a relationship.
I've been that girl once, and it didn't work for me.
I gave him everything,
he gave me nothing.
All my life I've been a little goody two-shoes
But now it's time to go out there and say
I don't give a damn about you.
I'm just way to good for you I guess.
Hey Jude
I thought you were a prude
Hey Judith
I heard them call you prudish
Are you shy?
Is that the real reason why?
Hey Judith
Is that why they call you prudish?
But damn
When you’ve had a babycham
Wow Jude
You are no goody two shoes
In fact Jude
You are really rather crude
No prude
That I am forced to conclude
Jude I think
That is why you have a drink
As a cure
From being modest and demure
And Jude
When you’re in the mood
To be lewd
You are exceptionally rude
With no prudity
In the manner of your nudity
So Jude
I am forced to conclude
That Judith
Your prudishness is a myth
Macho people have a reason to live
Laugh at the wimps
who have an opportunity to give
Men with their biceps
flexing heavy weight
Mocking the small
and their symbol that they hate
Goody two shoes
His eyes on the laptop
Mean Joe Green
wants that thing-am-a-jig to stop
Rolling up the sweaty sleeve
daring the nerd to make him leave
He does not respond
Mr.Machismo thinks he's won
It's the same ol tale
GOLIATH taunts DAVEY
Little guys are sissies
They're not wanted in the navy
In a world in which WE are only sloppy lasts
Is it the Bully or the Weenie
that gets the last laughs