eager tiger for junky hunky monkey, foggy doggy, hoagy
donkey kick dance dobba dee dobba doo
monkey picks France with lots of fru fru
hunky dory whickety vee whickety voo
I like making up new words like schmickety schmoo
come play with me said the ink pen of light blue
I did it gladly, singing willy wiggly wag woo
She had a kittenish personality; always ready to play.
Her sense of whimsy and hunky-dory attitude was contagious.
Her laugh would have brought happiness to the Netherworld.
He was smitten from the second they met. Wanted more.
Unfortunately, she was already taken and committed.
This did not mean he stopped noticing her.
She elucidated a room, illuminating it with joy.
Hunky dory fee fi fo fum
It is great where you started from
Jumping joseph fat wee wee wee
You’ve done quite well from what I can see
What is your secret, video videe ooh
How can I be as successful as you?
What do I do, hunky dory fee fi foe?
Where do I start? Where do I go?
Sinewy strong sturdy Seth had his pick of girls
I never date them, he said, if they have any curls.
He broke his own rule when he met my stepmother.
She had gorgeous curls like his youngest stepbrother
We never figured out why he broke his own rule
But handsome hunky Seth is nobody’s fool
He married up, married wise, wealthy and well
They are totally happy as far as we can ever tell
Do any of you guys wake up feeling great
And can't figure the reason why
Don't question it, just go along with the flow
High five every passer by
Some will smile and wish you a good day
While others will walk on by
Mumbling things like “What's up with him?”
“Escaped from the funny farm” they sigh
Wanna know the secret to a stress free life
One with perpetual good times
Where every damn day is hunky dory
And the big old world is in rhyme
It doesn't always have to be like a fairy tale
Always living happily ever after
Just seven days a week would be fine with me
With good times and a whole lot of laughter
Let me know if I'm overdoing this stuff
Love sharing my happy with you
Been on this kick for quite a long while
Guess a bunch of giggles are due
Computers can absolutely drive us to drink
It's programmed into their memory
Just when we think things are all hunky dory
It lets us down unceremoniously
To frustrate us more we even lose some data
Though we often hit “command/save”
But wouldn't you know it this was the exception
To these monsters we're truly enslaved
The damn things treats us like a piece of crap
I'm sure there are gremlins inside
Trying to turn us into some raving maniacs
Taking great delight when we cry
Can't live with them, can't live without them
They've got us by those short curlicues
It's almost like they enjoy watching us struggle
But give in to these things we refuse
They can drive us to drink, a bloody caesar
Every single night before bed
Oh for the days before technology arrived
When people ruled the world instead
It's surprising how youthful I feel
Though I'm aware it's not for real
In the mirror stands an aged biddy
My heart boom-a-bangs till I’m giddy.
There's some wrinkles starting to appear
On my face once so soft smooth and clear
Without makeup I’d surely breakup
If it’s a dream please let me wake up.
In days of youth I’d bonny brown haiir
Now it’s a silvery crown I wear
In mind is the youth I used to be
In the mirror it’s not me surely.
Foolish maybe, but the youth of old
Inspires my muse through the pen I hold
For when I’m penning my poetry
Youth’s my light of creativity.
In memory we're forever young
Though maybe the image is far-flung
O for those days of hunky-dory
In the splendour of youthful glory.
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7th May 2023
An Easter Bunny Rhyme
Easter’s the time for a bunny rhyme
Come hopping in line to church bells chime
Twitch noses as if smelling roses
Sing bunny rhymes of Easter posies.
If you should join an Easter egg hunt
Move with a thumpety-thump-thump-thump
Share your findings as true friends should do
Sharing’s a hunky-dory virtue.
Sing of the pain that Jesus went through
Hung on a cross for me and for you
Upon a hillside so faraway
Yet rose again on Easter Sunday.
Sing a bunny rhyme in voices clear
Alleluia’s for Easter is here
Honour Lord Jesus for loving you
Sing for bunnies who love Jesus too.
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Easter - 7th April 2023
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As Mrs Clause poked at her Chicken Chasseur
How could such an opportunity pass her?
With the Reindeers on strike
Santa slow on his bike
Missed her appointment with her hunky Masseur
17/12/22
A Funny Santa Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
In spite of my extremely good looks
(lol) Still gotta play by the books
No jumping ahead in the line
Each gets their turn everything's fine
Not always hunky-dory though
The ups the downs just take life slow
There ain't no hurry it'll all get done
Take time out for having a little fun
When your time is up and finally over
There'll be nothing but fields of clover
Time for good-byes wishing you the best
That completes it as I'm laid to rest
A poem is just a bunch of words.
A flock is just a bunch of birds
And Mensa’s just a bunch of nerds,
Yet that’s just half the story.
For writing them so they will flow
Or watching as they skyward go
Or marveling at all they know
Is what provides the glory.
The rhyme and rhythm worth the read,
The soaring high with steady speed,
Eureka moments that we need
And all is hunky-dory!
Man perfect was Gods creation
Everything was hunky-dory
Need to feel feral sensation
Birthed his broken person story
Fallen from grace, in matter coarse
Man perfect was Gods creation
Renouncing love, employing force
Chose the path of agitation
Delusion amidst illusion
Took birth here again and again
Man perfect was Gods creation
Yet now his soul, reveals dark stains
God so kind, threw man a lifeline
His conscience, urging cessation
Free when head, heart and love align
Man perfect was Gods creation
26-June-2021
A broken person Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
It was a good morning until...OUCH!
Oh snap! Sharp pain I suddenly felt
in lower back sitting up from couch;
a temporary blow dealt....
and this ain't the first time either!
Back pain creeps up every now and then,
though pain-killers give me a breather.
I'm not alone, it nags so many men!
It never stops me, though. Life goes on!
Morning was rough, but hunky-dory now.
Hallelujah! My vexing pain is all but gone.
Thank God for Percocets! Two words: cat's meow.
*true write*
Submitted for...
It Was A Good Morning Until.. Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Tania Kitchin
Date written: 02/16/2021
A Beau Cupid Please
Cupid I ask you please send me a Beau
One who can compose as did poet Poe
With eyes the most piercing colour of blue
A hunky body would be dandy too.
His hair must have highlights of gold in place
Not be too young or have a wrinkled face
Lips that ardently await to be kissed
Please don’t tell me such a man doesn't exist.
If you find me this man check out his soul
For that's the most paramount thing, I'm told
Must be gentle, doting, passionate too
Over to you, do the best you can do.
Cupid would you please let your arrow flow
Straight to the heart that’ll induce mine to glow.
12th February 2021
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