** DISCLAIMER: This poem is a parody of a hymn: "Joyful Joyful We Adore Thee", some of you might have hymnals that call this song "Ode To Joy". The lyrics in a hymnal are from Henry van Dyke and the melody is from Ludwig van Beethoven! The parody is all mine!
Breakfast breakfast we will eat you
Food of morning, break my fast,
bellies are empty and grumpily inside you,
opening energy start the day.
Melt the pain of hunger and tired
drive the dark of night away;
Giver of fulfilling energy,
Fill us with the fuel of day!
All your nutrition my blood to carry
cells and oxygen resound the fill,
Brain and organs work around you
breakfast break the nightly fast.
White cells, red cells hemoglobin,
Energy fields fuel of day
Toast and eggs and maybe coffee
call us to indulge in you!
You are sweet or you are savory,
ever filling, ever full.
Fuel spring of the light of morning,
Energy start, jump the day.
You our energy, you start the day,
all who eat and drink are full;
Give us grace to love each other,
help us shine with grace divine!
Categories:
grumpily, food, parody,
Form: Lyric
On the subject of an unwanted water feature...
Water, water, everywhere
In rushing rivers down the wall
As loud as grand Niagara’s Fall
In to the Wobbly Bog
Pouring, pouring, endlessly
Insistent flow of running stream
Unwanted runnels carved through dream
Swelling the Wobbly Bog
Soaking, soaking, soggily
The puddle deep, the muddy ground
‘Tis said there was a postman found
Drowned in the Wobbly Bog
Dropping, dropping, gravity
Bleaching brick with scale of lime
On damp of wall the mark of time
Shadows the Wobbly Bog
Gushing, gushing, noisily
Unbalancing the Feng and Shui
No wind to dry the churning sea
Flooding the Wobbly Bog
Madness, madness, sanity
By white noise of incessant drip
Is sunken like a sodden ship
Wrecked in the Wobbly Bog
Misty, misty, spookily
By moonlight come the boggy sprites
With mischief and their tiny lights
Haunting the Wobbly Bog
Wishing, wishing, hopelessly
That some good knight with tool or sword
From Aster or the Water Board
Might conquer the Wobbly Bog
Watching, watching, grumpily
The paint that never dries; dismay
As Wiltshire waters pour away
In to the Wobbly Bog
by Gail
Categories:
grumpily, angst, community, humor, nursery
Form: Verse
Grumpy phone call
So I grumpily answered the phone and the Matron type she said
“you could be a bit nicer to me”,
so I said “how much nicer would you like me to be”?
She said “oh that's better “
So I said “ to slip between your creamy thighs, to nuzzle at your breast, to feel your contented sighs, as your arms do me caress, the best of all the natural highs, with you I'm surely blest!
She hung up the phone...UNIMPRESSED.
Don Johnson
Categories:
grumpily, adventure,
Form: Ballad
A Boy I Used to Know.
Sat looking at the blank computer screen when I saw him slowly
coming into view, a boy of fifteen looking into a hall mirror like
it should be able to tell him his future. Wears a blue suit, his first,
looks so serious like as smile would make him look less manly.
There is an undulating ocean of years between, us luckily he can’t
see me; if he could he would be horrified. Smile there is nothing
I can do or say to ease his burden. I know he is in for a rough ride.
Leave him to go feed my neighbour’s chicken; he is on holiday.
Know his chickens’ future too as he runs a big restaurant. When
I return the boy fades away leaves me with a blank screen and
a tinge of sadness. Wish he hadn’t looked so miserable he will get
old find his niche and be grumpily content.
Categories:
grumpily, childhood, life, smile, boy,
Form: Blank verse
fools stomp grumpily
dancing wildly with anger
I wait with a smile
Categories:
grumpily, imagination, life, people, social
Form: Haiku