impish urchins doze
dragon-slayers bold and brave
~ dawn’s gray as they beg
He acts like a friend but it’s a disguise
Spouting God’s word, yet he’s telling lies
On returning he’s now causing trouble
Oh how I’d dearly wish to burst his bubble
He’s climbed to the top of the bigot tree
With nasty comments made for all to see
He removes them but not on a whim
Victimiser just claims he’s the victim
He thinks he’s clever, but does forget
That when you post on the internet
Even if bad comments you erase
Everything remains in cyber space
Eyes gleam onyx-black, white silky hair gently flows
Pampered with kisses, hugs and chic bows
It's Suzanne's impish Maltese
The first lap dog, from Old Greece
Sparking heart-rending love which glows, spreads and grows
For SuZ
Lively words on tiptoes left,
Vanishing in the night.
In vain have I sought to find them,
Those precious prodigal words.
Did they slip away like mice
Through temples worn out by age?
Like jocks who rode the bench too long,
Have they quit for lack of play?
Or have they found me faithless,
Lusting after phrases
And daisy chains of impish words,
And in anger run away?
Fled they like southing swallows
Escaping Winter’s blight?
Will they come back to me one day
Like old Capistrano’s birds?
If a wordless king is a pauper;
And a well-spoken peasant rich;
And words are the gems we offer
To woo the ones we love,
Am I then to be destitute
When I wear the crown of years?
For if my wealth of words is gone,
I cannot beg at Heaven’s gate.
Limericks by definition are supposed to be naughty
Will try to be more sophisticated and not so bawdy
Not promising success
An impish mind I possess
Have a feeling they'll still be more than a wee bit saucy
© Jack Ellison 2015
Limericks by definition are supposed to be naughty
But I'll try to be more sophisticated and not so bawdy
Not promising success
An impish mind I possess
Have a feeling they'll still be more than a wee bit saucy
© Jack Ellison 2015
Becoming an Impish Troll
I am about to block you for becoming a troll
Maybe too much attention from her I stole
We should dispense with all of the suspense
My poems compared to hers make more sense.
Sense of humor should start to have
To heel all wounds providing the salve
Did you actually think I become delirious
And her would start taking very serious.
So she should start seeing the similarity
Us here at Poetry Soup love hilarity
Also before I start forgetting to mention
Destroy all ranks that do have dissension.
All of my fans out there are you all okay
Never take anything serious that I say
Why would another riot I want to incite
More poems to write do want to invite.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
PS. So if foul is foul and fair is fair
Go ahead and block me, I don't care.
If I am so really bad, why have
I received these nice comments?
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