At the risk of coming off turgid
I offer this tale esoteric
Hoping it’s not found insipid
Nor causes one to be apoplectic
But rather received with alacrity
Without the need for paroxysm
My word there’ll be no chicanery
And avoidance of anachronism
Far from being sesquipedalian
Nor need for any razzmatazz
The tale of the slubberdegullion
Who thought himself full with pizzazz
Though being so supercilious
His affect stirred only dudgeon
Any good was so very fugacious
From this untoward tatterdemalion
Yet still he persisted a mumpsimus
If you will, and worse a panjandrum
So aggravating and rumbustious
Redeeming qualities not a modicum
An unquestioned snollygoster
Given to being quite vagary
An ill-reputed hugger-mugger
And a voice of such cacophony
But I see that you are insouciant
And consider my warning malarkey
Since you wish to be recalcitrant
My apologies for being persnickety
I end my tale of the rapscallion
Without further ado or rigmarole
Avoiding becoming ultracrepidarian
I have met my supererogatory parole
Categories:
hugger mugger, funny, humor, language, words,
Form: Verse
Helen’s hugger-mugger ways caused a hullabaloo
Her hoarder house hardly had room for two
Let’s trick her outside, someone suggested.
But Helen firmly and fiercely protested.
She’s got to go out sometimes said the throng.
But everything was brought in, so the bystanders were wrong.
Categories:
hugger mugger, age,
Form: Rhyme
From the far distance blue and red lights flashed
Hearing the news my heart full of surly disease
A lumpish venomed puking stir in me dashed
The soft quiet cries in the night never cease
Seeing your mangled beaten face gave me a fright
This ill-breeding son of gun has a death-token
Even in my nightmares made me not want him in my sight
Heartless cold blooded beast cannot be woken
My dismal-dreaming brain thinks you want his baggage
You and him are not meant to be married
Because of the devil our hearts are full of luggage
His leftover baggage is none that needs carried
After the villainous rude-growing hugger-mugger
Sins and lies are still my life tugger
Categories:
hugger mugger, abuse, anger, conflict, how
Form: Sonnet