Jiggly Poems

Goldfish Dream Maker

Goldfish dream maker in her red pajamas with footsies
Is traveling the sky route with the wiggly jiggly gootsies
We don’t bother to give her a wave, for she is so busy.
If I had to follow her lead, I would be incredibly dizzy.

Follow Me

Follow Me

Come on, join in,
hook onto the end
of the conga line!
Hands on the hips of one ahead
all following along
in a snaky, winding, whooping line
like a centipede jiggly jiving, legs astride!
Three shuffles on the beat, step, step step, 
then a high kick, to one side or the other, 
all in step to the four beats to a bar, Conga dance time.
Who knows where we're headed,
Did the lemmings care?
No No No, What the Hell, Who cares?
It's follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me
on the Conga Line!

Who Wears Short Shorts

who wears short shorts?
she wears short shorts.
a cute song from the seventies.
with preteens bopping around showing their cute fannies.

who wears short shorts today?
In this restaurant a pair of them just went shuffling by.
beneath them there were wobbly, jiggly, wiggly white legs.
the wizen crone is at least eighty.

does she have a mirror?
can she see?
she follows an old guy out.
I nearly fall out of my chair when she calls him “Daddy”.
surely he could tell her.

The Moth I Left Behind

I love you Broad-boarded Bee-Moth
I’m delighted by your transparent wings,
‘diaphanous’ some say.

I love your jerky jiggly flight by day
as you flitter from leaf to leaf.
Some say you flutter, but I think not so much.

You fly through riverside woods
and sometimes hover over mountain slopes, 
depending on your mood, and let’s face it
you’re certainly a little moody.

You could not follow me to America,
I recall that sad rainy day when we parted,
tears ran down my ears as I waved goodbye.
You flit lonely now through a faraway sky.

Do you miss me,
my dear Broad-bordered Bee-Moth?
Do you forgive me for that brief affair
I had with that Humming-bird Hawk Moth?
She meant nothing to me.
It has always been you my dinky-winged darling,
only you.

Wish It Made Sense But

Rendezvous renaissance respects Rembrandt’s recollection
I ignore illustrious ingenuity integrated in intelligent ignorance
Jupiter’s juxtaposition jumbles jiggly jamboree’s juices
Collective creativity colorfully collects catnip corridors
But does it make sense? To part of me yes.
The rest of me is waiting for a sanitized explanation.
Unfortunately, the same personalities do not return a second time.

They Are the Kindergarteners

They are jazzy and jiggly
They dance when they hop
They giggle and twirl
They are the kindergarteners

The rest of us get out of their way
Smiling as we remember the days
Before we were socialized
And made to walk in an unbouncy line

Jell-Os

The babysitter's little boy bit me.
She suggested he was "jealous."
Jell-Os sounded good.
It seemed he got to be
something that I wasn't,
"the embodiment of Jell-Os,"
colorful and fun,
and I was the inferior one to be picked on.
Or maybe the babysitter meant that 
he thought I was Jell-Os, 
and that's why he bit me.
Or perhaps she was making us a jiggly treat.
I awaited to be served a variety of Jell-Os.
Cherry, orange, grape, strawberry...
Mmm!
My stomach growled with eagerness...
No Jell-Os came.
My heart sank at the bitter feeling that
others may have gotten some
while I was without.

(Based on a true story.)
7-16-2021

Jiggly Wiggly Giggly Glee

Jiggly wiggly giggly glee
Trying to liven up my life with some free
Ugly Covid bad mood was my yesterday’s fee
Today I will have more fun than a satisfied queen bee.
Come by if you can at a quarter to three.
You can polish off this meatloaf and chili with me.
I could use your phone number.
You are not on the phone tree.
Jiggly wiggly giggle glee.

Awesome Breeze To Zephyr

an awesome
benevolent blowy breeze
cleverly concealed, contrived
dastardly deeds of destruction
expressing excitement and enthusiasm
for faithful forever forest firs
giving giant gusts gorgeous guesses
however hardy hemlock heralded heavy happiness
independently indulged, indigenous illuminations illustrated
juxtaposed joyous jumping jiggly junipers
kibitzing killer kleptomaniacal kittens
lounging luxuriously as lemon laughing laborers lollygagged 
making monstrously melodic memory music
nebulously needing neverland’s notorious Neptune
Ostentatiously ogling oleander’s offending odors
Promoting promenading, prick preening pines
Quashing quarrelsome Quixotic quails quickly 
Reaching Red Oaks’ rhyming rhythm
Securing sassy sexy, sensual sequoia’s secrets
Tantalizing teasing talk toward trees’ temperatures
Understanding unspoken underlying Unitarian underlays
Vexing various variegated veins 
Washing wonderful walnuts’ wanderlust
‘xacting ‘xasperating ‘xcitement
young, youthful, yipping
zephyr!

The Butterfly Garden

Under the light of a bright sunshine,
Sailing soft in the gallant wind,
Peaceful joys in acrobatic style.

Speckles of pearl, blend of rainbow,
Stylish lovers after perfume of them flowers,
Lullaby love songs, crooned in the jiggly wind.

Bright colours in their mantles,
As they hover in search for more,
And pretty flowers, they wave as they skim away.

They Made Me Sound Crazy To the Neighbors

 I died some eggs for Easter to celebrate the season.
How was I to know what would happen when, I’d leave them.
Upon the counter top they sat, drying for awhile.
When I returned, they’d come to life;
giggly, jiggly, wiggly cartoons met my eyes.
They were having a conversation; talking all at once;
Sarcastic egg pointed me out as the one who’d boiled them!
Screaming ensued that brought the neighbors; now...silence.

Colonel Flighty

Colonel Flighty is a cad
Thinks himself a funny wag
Thinks he's mighty, ain't that sad
"Look at me! A strutting stag!"

Jiggly belly, jowls that sag
Throat all phlegmy, such a drag
Trousers smelly, makes you gag
Leaky colostomy bag.

Toss him quickly drown a crag
If he lives we'll be so mad
End his sickly feeble brag
Hear his fading shout, "Egad!"

Jingly, Jabberwocky J

Joyful,
Jarringly,
Jaunty
J,
Juggling
Juicy
Jiggly,
Jumping
Jars of
Jello,
Jabberwocky
 J.
Justifiably
Jealous of
Jibes
Jokingly
Jested by
James, 
Joe.
Jingly
Jangly
J

Jello

J-Jiggly
E-efficient
L-likeable
L-luscious
O- often eaten

Bigly

I knew a man named Bigly.
His belly was all jiggly.
He ate his shoe, his hat, his poo, 
Which made me go all giggly.

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