A kibitzy klepto keeked like a kakapo at a kerfy knotholey kist that kept knickknacks made from kidskin and krimmer in it. His knockoff kiths were knackered of the kookie knucklehead's kleptomaniacism- kudos to them!
She had a bit of a problem
Of which she was reluctant to disclose
Her wardrobe was full to overflowing
With a wild array of clothes
She justified this behaviour
By insisting it was cheap stuff
Purchased from the op shops
She couldn't get enough
Because it was so cheap
She'd buy three things instead of one
Her shirts multiplied in dozens
And her dresses by the tonne
The day eventually arrived
The wardrobe door would close no more
The drawers were overstuffed
Things were piled up on the floor
Clearly drastic action was needed
And obviously, without a doubt
This would require some discipline
And red wine to sort it out
Hours later, knackered and dishevelled
She had reduced her clothing stash
She promised never to repeat this mistake
And instead save herself the cash
She staggered to the op shop
Weighed down with bags of gear
But naturally, there was a sale on
And really, she had nothing left to wear...
I am so tired tonight
My eyes are barely open
I've nodded off in my chair
Dropped my cup and now it's broken
But... its only seven pm
It's far too early to go to bed
So I sit here half comatose
And pretend to read instead
I simply don't have the energy
I'm feeling so uninspired
I think my get up and go
Has totally expired
I am not an early bird
But nor am I a night owl
I am somewhere in the in-between
A half awake and sleepy fowl
I know I should help you with the dishes
Even though I'm feeling shattered
I'd love to help you but I can't...
Cause I'm absolutely knackered
The old dog smiles with knackered eyes fastened
on the old friend he loves hard
to get up for but will
March 26, 2022
Form K - Kimo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
My Favorite Vacation in Rhyme Poetry Contest
Holly’moon’
A girls’ trip, three hot chicks, and Cali
Disney, beaches, and no time to dally…
A looming hill with huge letters beckoned
Dared us to climb; we agreed in a second…
Three ladies in mini-skirts, dirt-smeared
Thoughts of breaking the law gave us no fear…
Knackered, at last, the peak came into sight
Quickly, our bodies were drained of delight…
The “HOLLYWOOD” letters were enclosed by a fence
So people like us wouldn’t climb and spread prints…
But we made a choice; didn’t care if we should
As we hiked up our skirts and mooned Hollywood!
February 3, 2022
Sponsor: L. Milton Hankins
Dream or Nightmare
Written: by Tom Wright
(My Opinion)
Tumbling around all night has left me feeling knackered,
I dreamed of political faces on a Post Office placard.
I could have said exhausted but that wouldn’t impress,
But being tired was the narrative, I mustn’t digress.
To me, some politicians, are like hogs at a trough,
Forever rooting and squealing for a share of the quaff.
Each wanting the most while sometimes doing least,
But I suppose that’s become the nature of the beast.
They routinely bicker, accomplishing little worthwhile,
always in front of a camera flashing a cardboard smile.
Genuine smiles might portray that things weren’t serious,
and God forbid that constituents might become delirious.
By trading handouts for votes they extend their career,
Term limits is the answer to this problem that’s drear.
My opinion counts for nothing
but now I feel so much better. LOL
Tom
(to be read out loud)
I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.
I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll drink the wiggin' wimple whoopy whacker
wookie worker's rum rum rum.
Woo wow wee wah
Geegaw mee mah
Hee haw hoo har hey hey hey.
Mao moo mud muck
Wigwam poobah
Mad mook mick mack yay yay yay.
I'll have a murky muddle maple maggot
monkey marbles chum chum chum
I raised a ticky tacky tinky tonka
tailor's tiny thumb thumb thumb.
I'm really punky pickled pooka puckers
pitter patter dumb dumb dumb
I hear my diggle daggle doggy dingle
diddle daddled hum hum hum.
Ignorant living in monochrome world
defenceless just surviving in their way
safe during the day in their set curled,
they must be culled! kill them some humans say,
creatures of the night don't deserve this fate,
tarred with a brush of guilt, already knackered
eliminate this cause of our poor financial state
exterminate them before our lives are shattered,
cries from our gentleman farmers high in stature
creating wealth is the answer to everything
so killing that dangerous black and grey Badger
will solve all their problems, prosperity will bring
happiness, plenty of money for their future
extinction of this lovely creature doesn't matter
put financial greed before our lovely Badger.
There is a big question mark as to whether Badgers
transmit bovine TB to cattle even so they are culled regardless.
17th April 2017.
Contest:- be Didactic.
Knitting gives me pleasure.
Keeping me occupied.
Keen to create with some
Kaleidoscope colors.
Knowing cold winter has
Kinfolk's teeth chattering.
Knackered knitting for them.
What are these on my nose?
They're also hooked on my ears,
Oh of course it's my glasses,
So I can see things near.
What's that creaking noise?
It sounds like rusty hinges,
Oh of course it's my aching bones,
Time for steroid filled syringes.
What's that in the corner?
It's made of cold hard steel
Oh of course it's my Zimmer frame,
This old age thing is real.
What's that on my bedside cabinet?
There at nights mainly,
Oh, of course it's my teeth,
Grinning at me insanely.
When did all this happen?
I only blinked my eyes,
Now I have wrinkles,
I look like I'm in disguise.
What use is wisdom?
When you're too knackered to care,
Yes, I'm going grey,
But at least I've still got hair.
What happened to my youthfulness?
I used to be so sprightly,
Now I have to pee,
Ten times nightly.
I might as well accept it,
But I'm not impressed,
I'll just sit here with my rollers in,
I'm not getting dressed.
I'll grow old disgracefully,
Be who I've always been,
I promise to be a kind old dear,
Not a grumpy old fart, who's mean.
T’was the night before Christmas
at home by the fire.
as weary and knackered we thought we’d retire,
but then we both heard it, a knock on the door,
and chaos descended in one mighty roar.
Our children and grandkids,
so lovely to see,
alas they all come when it’s time for our tea.
So screaming and fighting,
no time now for rest.
grandparents must always
remain at their best.
No matter how tired,
whatever the pains,
there’s pleasure in joining
the kids in their games.
The time comes for leaving
they turn with a smile
and back out the door
now they’ve stayed for a while.
So shattered but happy
we creep to our bed,
to rest till the morrow
when they’re back to be fed!
Ivor G Davies
Bad evils are flying in my stomach.
Inferno is burning out and reaching its apex in my heart.
My nitpicking mind is calculating the pain of my innocent soul.
The devil is dancing on my head and making me untamed.
Shadows of my inside evil is blocking the lightning way of my cheerful life.
The lingering quench of my anguished soul for living happy life is some how being suppressed by the shadows of my jealousy and peculiar needs.
My internal happiness is resting in peace.
My lips expands to pretend as I am smiling but my heart is shrinking inside.
My ears and eyes are working as spy for my mind which diverts my anguished soul.
The thirst of living happy life has been knackered.
The hope of changing the world has been smothered.
The smoke of burning inferno inside my heart is being converted into tears and they are finding their way out by making my eyes as their exit door .
Is this life?
Is this world?
Is this the law of nature?
Bad evils are flying in my stomach.
Inferno is burning out and reaching its apex in my heart.
My nitpicking mind is calculating the pain of my innocent soul.
The devil is dancing on my head and making me untamed.
Shadows of my inside evil is blocking the lightning way of my cheerful life.
The lingering quench of my anguished soul for living happy life is some how being suppressed by the shadows of my jealousy and peculiar needs.
My internal happiness is resting in peace.
My lips expands to pretend as I am smiling but my heart is shrinking inside.
My ears and eyes are working as spy for my mind which diverts my anguished soul.
The thirst of living happy life has been knackered.
The hope of changing the world has been smothered.
The smoke of burning inferno inside my heart is being converted into tears and they are finding their way out by making my eyes as their exit door .
Is this life?
Is this world?
Is this the law of nature?
The clothing she wears is obscene,
And knackered her washing machine,
She washes by hand,
But please understand,
Her knickers are never too clean...
for Jan's Limerick contest
Marauding through the suburban
Merry-go-rounding through the city landscapes,
Marauding through the city ghettos;
Merry-go-rounding through the Metropolitan,
Marauding through the city gates,
Spluttering armoured tank roaring and rolling on
reconnoitered,
Mobilizing blazing mobile container lopped out of control,
Revving monster enthroned as the villain of the road,
Wailing ramshackle, the knackered one hell of a horse-power
plodded on,
All knee-jerk wounded out in roughly cut steel;
More the crawling millipede, speeding on roughly curl ruin
city,
A tangy flaming yellow lorry burnt into bleeding hearse
lorry;
Virulent virus attacking circulatory fortresses,
A living daylight nightmare dream haunting folks,
As the devouring beast fumed and purred proudly,
Off debris fragrance suspended in lasting pall
Gassing leering leaded blanket of Carbon,
Attacking painful and searing sore-blindness as a bat
And daunting shedding deadly poisonous mournful flowing
tears;
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