Von der lye-ing says there is a beast.'
Snarly and growly, its out in the east.'
quyeer and macron; rutter complain
All un-masked' their con-vid lies well slain!
Even bread is bugged, this report is the least!
Categories:
growly, appreciation, education,
Form: Limerick
Best job I never had was being tickle secretary to a pink dragon, Chad.
I had twenty-six job before I met him, and believe me, they were all bad.
Tickled him every hour from his tail to his gigantic fire-breathing nose.
He laughed like hyena pack who had stayed all night in a bar until close.
If he guffawed too hard, I had to mop up the room and well beyond too.
The great news, is that Chad was good-natured and fun, never ever blue.
Spending time with him was a delight, I never got tired of working with him.
Now I clean up a grizzly bear with a toothache, his name is growly Jim.
Categories:
growly, humor, work,
Form: Rhyme
Mushroom elf threw his cap into the air
It landed on green ferns without a care
Old Kansas fox looked up from his nap in the lair
Tiny giggle escaped from mum faerie fair
Cap was grabbed up by a mean gnome named Jair
Jair was scooped up by a growly grizzly bear
Bear painted the cap blue and gray on a dare
Cap took six hours to dry in the warm country air.
Categories:
growly, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Senryu
Gorillas grow growly gruffy grouchy grampas
Giving grateful gremlins grassy growth plates
Glassy glistening glowing glaring glimmers of globes
Groovy grizzly gristleworms gracefully grifting grandmas
Grandiose grimlets grabbing growling gracious grates.
Categories:
growly, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Gorgeous Mr. T.W. Dog taught at the cat college, a big mistake.
They were snarly and growly, and many were totally fake.
He tossed one meowing student out the window, she landed in a pond.
You cannot do that! Said the headmaster. What planet are you on?
In dog school, we can do this, T.W. Dog told the man with delight.
He was laughing his guts out because that wet cat did not look all right.
You cannot have a second chance, the boss aid, because her daddy Joe
Is the one who brings us kibble and bits, and he would think this was low.
But Daddy Joe came by and saw his offspring shaking off water.
It couldn’t have happened to a meaner or nastier ugly-acting daughter.
He congratulated T.W. and gave him a sturdy healthy raise.
The headmaster turned direction and began to give him deep praise.
Categories:
growly, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Grandma had never had such rough days.
She could barely sit up, refused to eat, turned grouchy.
She had never been grumpy before.
The cancer was playing havoc in her brain now.
Nothing gave her pleasure. She refused to eat.
Her voice had changed; it was a growly one.
Deep from within, another person’s voice.
She writhed and moaned in her sleep.
Nothing gave her comfort until Jim figured it out.
He sneaked Grandma’s cat in. She had a lovely twenty minutes.
Then she passed, happily, with a smile on her face.
The first one we had seen in six months of hospital visits.
Categories:
growly, cancer,
Form: Prose Poetry
November goes out like a lion,
All growly and ready to pounce,
Though I doubt that a lamb-like December
Will waltz in with a whirl and a flounce.
Still, I’m grateful that most of this autumn,
We’ve managed to spend time outside
For with winter just waiting to greet us,
Much more time in the house is implied.
Since I exercised early this morning,
While the lion was still not awake,
I’ll not venture out into the jungle
And relax with a stay-at-home break.
Yet I hope that tomorrow the weather,
On the day that the calendar turns,
Will be welcoming all who desire
To cross lions off from their concerns.
Categories:
growly, november,
Form: Rhyme
The sign on the cage read "CAUTION"
I thought, "hmmm..
"wonder who that belongs too?"
The receptionist seemed a bit cool
almost standoffish.
I paid the bill and asked
"so where's my kitty?"
She pointed at the caution cage
and said in a growly tone
"OVER THERE."
"The doctor says he'd appreciate it
if you didn't bring "tiger" in again."
It was "tiger's" first (and last) visit.
He was a little ball of orange fur
with A T T I T U D E....
He aged like a jalapeno pepper
growing hot with a little bite.
As my kitty grew
so did the size of the cage
and the size of the CAUTION sign.
He had a few "good" days.
One in 1998, the other in 2005.
I believe he was the reincarnation
of a serial killer.
If there's a heaven for cats
he's probably the bouncer.
John G. Lawless
8/18/2020
Categories:
growly, cat, heaven, pets,
Form: Free verse
One cup of coffee.
Do I want breakfast?
Not yet. Second cup of coffee maybe.
I am still not pleasant.
I can feel my growly face.
I had better have a third cup.
If someone speaks to me
I might go off the deep end.
I am not ready to be sociable or nice yet.
My husband tiptoes in,
sees my face,
and turns back around.
He knows I am still in the “gnawing your legs off”
frame of mind this morning.
He and the dog both read me well.
Categories:
growly, drink,
Form: Free verse
Roses and marigolds whispered her name when she came into the garden.
The lilacs were smitten; giggling like silly school girls.
The bees were the only creatures who continued working.
And Mr. Wasp. He did not have time for shenanigans or love.
Mistress Faerie flitted in and out the shadows of the garden, spreading joy.
Mirth poured forth from the azaleas and the dainty queen anne’s lace.
She’s here! The ladybugs told the grasshoppers in an excited way.
The grasshoppers already knew though; they had sensed her presence first.
Mr. Wasp was feeling growly now. There was work to be done.
He slipped inside a peach rose to hide from these festivities, and the celebrity.
“Hello, Mr. Wasp,” Mistress Faerie said. She was already there, waiting for him.
He did not know she was a wasp faerie! He decided to make time for her.
What does the garden need the most? She asked him. “What can I do?”
He could think of lots of things he would like for her to do, but none of them
had anything to do with a garden. “Just be yourself,” he said. “That is enough.
And it certainly was! They were married on Wednesday, tickling the lilacs.
Categories:
growly, fairy, garden,
Form: Blank verse
I will come back as a pumpkin eater,
Popping out of my mother, healthy, a bard.
Eating my pumpkin shell with gnarly teeth,
Spitting the shiny black seeds out fast and hard.
I will sing my fabulous pumpkin song,
And lure a pumpkin maid to be my wife.
I will be a male, my tail so long,
And I will truly enjoy my pumpkin life.
I will come back sitting in a garden,
With an scowly-growly look on my face,
Scaring away every dhramn fly and ant
I will be a pumpkin lover’s disgrace.
I will be extremely fierce and mean-looking,
And I will lie down in my pumpkin bed,
I will guard her against garter snakes and thieves,
If they try to get her, they will end up dead.
Anyone who thinks they are going to dive
Into my house, my pumpkin, my mother.
Had better get ready to not be alive,
Because I can be as mean as my pumpkin brother.
Categories:
growly, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
I am a snarly, growly, angry girl today.
I’ll snap your head off in a rather gruesome way.
My machetes are out, and my guns are blazing.
I’ll be cutting and chopping, and hell-raising.
Why I woke up in this mood is anyone’s guess.
I’ll leave bodies and pieces, a giant mess.
I’m a snarly, growly, angry girl today.
I’m warning you ahead of time, so you will please stay away.
Categories:
growly, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Couplet
Wer curthing in a briney brew
All gurglin’ such a slimy stew
Did mousey chap a laddle tilt
And fill his fizzog til owt it spewt.
Poor butcherin was seen at fault
The growly hag had bowed it owt
All eyes and nerdles floated ins
With scum on tip and squirky things
Gungey green with pursed haze,
The taste of such ner amaze
Glopular grizzle and snotty lumps
A wicked stench like ‘is ol pumps
4 and 20 guest were due
At half past now or wer it 2
Seatles set, naplings laid
A feastling on which deposits paid.
A pinch of twist, a corbage stalk
Perhaps a teeny weeny grit of snork
Just slick it owt, wince a bit
En grab a tizzle, lest it slip.
The festers there, best be quick
Light the cammbly thing sticks,
En turn down the sights
We’ll curse their senses, so no frights
Let’s brow out the glooping mess
With silver service, all fancifulness.
A roaring cheer a grand success
Crown im up a MasterChef.
Categories:
growly, celebrity, nonsense, silly,
Form: Rhyme