enchanting ravishing seductress
keeps men guessing her constant needs
her latest conquest is my cousin Gus
victim of her spells, no one can supersede
full of blarney and oodles of bull
twisting him about with great success
she has mesmerized poor Gus’s soul
a black widow who does not confess
Don't make a fuss,
but here comes Gus.
Canine extraordinaire,
he smokes cigars, eats Milk-Bone, no cares.
Although our bigger dog, Beau, has got game,
Gus can play as well with him, just the same.
But, when Beau wears him out,
Gus doesn't pout.
He just lights up a stogie-
and revels that he's the alpha doggie!
Watch out for the bus, Gus.
Attention all drivers of a bus,
We have important safety matters to discuss.
This week watch out for those on foot,
They can not be overlooked.
Stay observant and alert,
And no one will get hurt.
gobsmacker Gus was his own kind of balloon man, what dare I say?
flew to his Monday internal voices, other times whispers of the day.
He heard voices that spoke of fantasy and whimsy complete.
We tried to follow his antics on social media so sweet.
He could not be held to any one standard, he was an eclectic dude.
Flying his contraptions high in every kind of insanely high altitude!
You know him! Some asked me, surprised of this I would readily admit.
I loved Gobsmacker GTW. He was whimsical, creative, and fit!
Glorious gamer going by Gus generously greased giant gamma goblin
on glamourous gamma rays, galvanizing gamecock’s gallstones in the
Gallery game Gallant Glitzy Goose fuddle.
Giving up on Gus
Giving up on us
Giving up on u
Giving up
Below lies Gus
Hit by a bus
Crossing the road
To save a toad
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 10, 2021 for A BRIAN STRAND 1 TO 14 LINE POETRY contest sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
and April 14, 2019 for contest AN EPITAPH TO MAKE US LAUGH 2 sponsored by JESSE ROWE
At the end cab of the bus
the dog lay it’s paw on top
of the pup who was now Gus.
Gus was a fuss, he ran and hop
on the cop . The cop saw us
Can I ask, is he one to stop
roll, beg, and sit on my lap cus
he has wet! Now who will mop?
Oh, Gus, on the net in a fog
sad all in a mass. Why a dog?
Saw a hog and fell off a log
off he ran till he saw mom up
hill as he use too as a pup
Gus now sup out of the tea cup
4/9/2016
4/9/2016
The Funom's Sonnet consists of 14 lines, each line made up of 7/8 syllabic word count. The rhyme pattern is in this form; a-b-a-b,a-b-a-b,c-c-c,d-d-d.
Gus sipped a few brews and went on a spree,
And in public piddled on a prized tree.
When the cops nabbed him that day,
Poet Gus had this to say:
"Where'er you be, let your water flow free!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
(Witty Epitaph)
Herein lies Cornelius Gus Huss
Who wanted more muscles and then plus
Til one day he had more of his "juice".
It killed him when he combined it with booze.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,31,2014
Herein lies Cornelius Gus Huss
Who wanted more muscles and then plus
Til one day he had more of his "juice".
It killed him when he combined it with booze!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
September,24,2014