Ginger had an ice cream covered in nuts
But the nuts took revenge on Ginger's guts
Alike a pea-shooter
They shot from his hooter
Now he has a burning pain betwixt butts.
Categories:
hooter, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Still got hair, don't need a toupee
Even though my old body decays
Eat lots of tubers
A healthy old hooter
As I near the finale of my life long ballet
Categories:
hooter, age,
Form: Limerick
a bouncing ball against a wall
conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope:
milk bottles clinking in a crate
grate of chalk upon the slate
the tinkle of five-stones on a roll:
warning moan of an air raid
drone of bombers overhead
the whispers of prayers said:
rattle of the tin-can tommy
rasping squeak of a swing
the bus stop bell request ring:
voices chanting time-tables
snap of a teacher cane
the double hoot of the fast steam train:
raucous yell of the paper-seller
the release of the works hooter
exhaust noise from my Lambretta scooter:
peals of a Sunday morn bell
the passing funeral ....tolling,
....a death nell
Categories:
hooter, sound,
Form: Rhyme
What are you doing, grandpa? His little hooter grandchildren asked with heart.
I am studying geology, their grandpa said, so I can tell rocks apart.
But why? They wanted to know. We always thought that you were smart.
How do you think I got this way? He said reaching for a new book from the cart.
Categories:
hooter, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Monorhyme
It's 6:05 A.M. what am I doing on my computer
Limericks keep firing off in my brain like a peashooter
Totally out of control
Even outta my cubbyhole
That wasn't called for, I've lost control of my hooter
Categories:
hooter, silly,
Form: Limerick
Slugs and snails line the highway,
Munching, crunching, drinking fumes;
Early in the morning, late at day.
A tunnel of black ahead looms,
Feasting on diesel, ready to growl;
Into the maw a lucky one zooms.
Compacted inside the giant jowl,
Hooter poised, horsepower stalls;
Bodies meet with metallic howl.
“Fetch my skimmer, freedom calls,
Flying, leaping o’er all that appalls.”
Categories:
hooter, science fiction, urban,
Form: Terza Rima
“LET'S ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM”!
Hey calm down now, people are still sleeping
Control your hooter
Calm down your tooter
But one thing it does, it cures oversleeping
Categories:
hooter, fun,
Form: Limerick
There is no me
where on the sand I cannot find your trace today
where white bird that is very sad
where white bird that is very sad has longing near me at the bay.
I'm only there
with trembling sound close to the pier of wanted lips
where swifts of your eyes are around
where swifts of your eyes are around, they glide the sky like little ships.
There is no me
where smoke of hair won't hide the white day with the haze
where tender deer will wipe with care
where tender deer will wipe with care the amber's tears from pine's face.
I'm only there
where you with hope sometimes are looking at the door
and like a kid you cannot stop
and like a kid you cannot stop
to sculpt a snowman more and more.
There is no me
where nighty steamer brought its hooter with a tear
where roof of heaven caught the thought
where roof of heaven caught the thought: it's like an orphan without you, dear.
I'm only there
where there's no me around, you cannot see, no way,
You know without you there's no doubt
You know without you there's no doubt I can't live even single day.
P.S. This is my translation of poem (song) by Igor Nikolaev.
Categories:
hooter, emotions, feelings, love, metaphor,
Form: Lyric
a bouncing ball against a wall
conkers bashed as Autumn falls
the swish of a skipping rope:
milk bottles clinking in a crate
grate of chalk upon the slate
the tinkle of five-stones on a roll:
warning moan of an air raid
drone of bombers overhead
the whispers of prayers said:
rattle of the tin-can tommy
rasping squeak of a swing
the bus stop bell request ring:
voices chanting time-tables
snap of a teacher cane
the double hoot of the fast steam train:
raucous yell of the paper-seller
the release of the works hooter
exhaust noise from my Lambretta scooter:
peals of a Sunday morn bell
the passing funeral ....tolling,
....a death nell
Categories:
hooter, nostalgia,
Form: Bio
Do you race to win?
Seems to me we really do.
Like the win when we compete.
Or do you want to be like me?
I’m never first, can’t you see.
I have three speeds that I go.
There’s stop, dead slow, now slow I go.
You see, I’ve had physios fiddle with me.
So added slow, so all can see.
Mind you, I’ve added a horn now.
Screwed it to my walking stick, somehow.
Now when I’m at my full speed slow.
I’ll sound it at those ahead going dead slow.
I won’t sound it at those who stop.
Or they might drop dead on that spot.
Not from my hooter, but from shock.
Of me going slow flat out, at that.
I know that last line did not rhyme Dragon, you fell asleep again. <
Categories:
hooter, confidence, confusion, fun, humor,
Form: I do not know?
Still got hair, don't need a toupee
Even though my ancient body decays
Eat lots of tubers
A healthy old hooter
As I near the finale of my life long ballet
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
hooter, happiness,
Form: Limerick
copyright© shonima burman
In the deep darkness of night,
They complete their silent flight.
With a flat face and forward facing eyes,
They rotate their head and neck upto 270 degrees.
Despite having binocular vision,
Their eyes are completely immobile in action.
Ear tufts are meant for camouflage and aggression,
These birds are shrewd and quick in predation.
With ears set asymmetrically on their skull,
These carnivorous birds have coloration mostly dull.
Mainly live on eating insects and small rodents,
They constitute an important part of the ecosystem.
They create a wide variety of vocalization,
They are an unique wonder of God's creation!
Categories:
hooter, bird, night,
Form: Rhyme
Parents pushing perambulators
Meeting many mothers
Coffee , cake and chat
Babies bottles to boobs
Hurry home to hubby
Hubby holding hooter
Nappy, not nice.
Baby blowing bubbles
Shower sex sleep
Luxury, lazy lie-in
Hubby having hysterics.
Siana sick over Sean
Cosy cwtch cancelled
Categories:
hooter, baby, humorous, husband,
Form: Alliteration
Slave-driving beaver:
"Dam it
Damn it!"
Unhappy restaurant client:
Diner
Whiner
Neutered Tomcat:
Benign
Feline
Why did she slap me? All I did was:
Toot her
Hooter
Careless Urologist:
Pecker
Wrecker
Categories:
hooter, funny,
Form: Footle
skeleton tree
logging for a branch
illumines hooter eyes
tweaking owl night
**Phil J.
Categories:
hooter, nature,
Form: Haiku
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