The opposite of OY is YO,
Two words that most New Yorkers know
And people ‘cross the globe as well,
Though what they mean, not all can tell.
So I’ll explain: the term “Oy vey”
Expresses “Woe is me!” dismay
Or “Oh, my goodness!” or “Good grief!”
And OY is used to keep it brief.
Now YO! is just another way
To call somebody, same as “Hey!”
It gets attention and, when meeting,
Serves as a hello-type greeting.
The Brooklyn artist Deborah Kass
Took O and Y and, with some sass,
Made quite a sculpture, for the view
Is either word when facing you.
The artwork was a huge success
For OY and YO do both express,
In ways to which we all relate,
A quick way to communicate.
Categories:
kass, art, word play,
Form: Rhyme
"I live in Spain for my sins," she said
I thought. "Where do you go to be good?”
And ,”Yes I will probably mess with your head.”
Well frankly that is understood.
We met in a bar on the Algarve
Her body was really superb
I contemplated telling her just for a laugh
But I suddenly lost all my nerve
She sat at the table adjacent
To mine in the bar on the beach
I thought, “Well if I am just patient,
She might not be far out of reach.”
Then, having decided that maybe,
With luck, that we could be a pair
I proceeded to give her my best chat-up line
Whilst running my hand through her hair
It was just about then that I noticed,
‘Cause my peripheral vision is good,
The chance must have been the remotest
That beside me her boyfriend now stood
“I live in Spain for my sins,” she said
I should have gone out of the door
For now, there are several bumps on my head
As I lie here, supine, on the floor
Categories:
kass, funny, love,
Form: Rhyme