Baby Gooey seeds riper-diaper
Baby Gooey needs diaper-wiper
When Gooey goes goo-goo
Then Gooey goes doo-doo
Baby Gooey feeds hyper-diaper
I'd rather eat Kangaroo
Wrapped in Kitty Poo
Dipped in Doggy Doo
Than to Pity You
Did you hear the latest dear
Gooey gossip hot off the press
Like a cold beer for your ear
But hold what you know close to vest
I hear that man is really a ma’am
Or it may be it is vise versa
The sports team is in a sham
No one willing to silver serve her
Well I’m told there’s no hope
For the pervert posing professor
He pretends to hold heart of gold
Till he caught red handed confessor
Well I hear another teal tale
Seems the woman lies to her mate
Aftermath is the dad bales
For she has lied about the father’s babe
What say you about the pew
Going to bust hell wide open
Of the few like me like you
Who gossip with tongues so golden
I say that if it is a fact
One can surely surrender to share
For no one is perfect as glass
Life is but a truth or dare
We share a truth and slanted news
Not always seeing the error of ways
Until the news is about you
Enjoy the gooey gossip of the day
This
gooey
and
oozing
chocolate
laden
cake,
tempts me,
beckons me,
it's weakening
my resolve
and as
the
icing
starts to drip
I feel
the
diet
end!
31/03/2023
Waltz Wave Poem
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I do not know what's in store
I've never felt this way before
There is something in my tummy
Thats making me feel funny
It's rumbling around in me
I'm as scared as scared can be
What is fluttering inside so deep
Is it gonna crawl and creep
Sneaking up with pure emotion
Causing a lot of comotion
I never asked for this at all
Now I am about to fall
In love it was not expected
Nothing was ever detected
It was quietly brewing
Inside, bubbling and stewing
Like a love potion in my belly
Turning me to gooey jelly
Wobbly from head to toe
How was I supposed to know
Love was never in the cards
I fell fast and really hard
Now there's nothing left to say
Except I'm glad you came my way
This jester has been un-jester-like lately
Gushing with loving thoughts
What has happened to this happy old jester
Acting like a teenager with the hots!
My icky gooey soft side is showing
Try to keep it hidden from view
But it overtakes me once in a while
Not to blame, plead innocent, I do
I'm feeling a bit icky gooey right now
Trying hard to resist, it's true
But don't blame me if it pops up again
Trying hard, that's all I can do
Guess I'll just let the sweet love flow
Funnies will be left to brood
Just for while till it's out of my system
And I'm rid of this loving mood
Perhaps NEVER!!!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Are you feeling befuddled,
or slightly bemuddled?
Does it feel like you’re standing in a dark gooey puddle?
Leap out of that hole,
and fling off your boots!
Climb up that tree,
and gobble down fruits.
I see you there smiling,
perched way up high,
free as a bird,
bright sun in the sky.
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