Kookie pumpkin stack of three
Turns to look at lil ole me
What are you doing here? asks number two
The others roll their eyes, I don’t have a clue
Do I answer to pumpkins? No. I do not.
I keep walking past, but now it’s a trot.
Get back here you coward! He yells in a fit.
I stick out my tongue, but he cannot see it.
This satisfies me though, and I keep going.
It’s a cold Halloween, and it might start snowing.
I want to get all the candy I can get before my shoes get wet.
Come back here! Yells the pumpkin stack, all in a fret.
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!
Some have noticed old Jack is less kookie
My reputation is at stake, will return to things goofy
Like the word “bumfuzzle”
“To confuse and to puzzle”
But way back then us dudes were all loopy
Beebopalula you're my kookie baby
But always thought your brain a wee bit lazy
Said one and one made six
Your brain matter doesn't mix
What DOES matter is you're a sweet sexy lady
In memory, I stand outside
My parents’ bedroom door
To peek at their TV to see
An actor I adore.
It’s Kookie (Edd Byrnes in real life)
On “Sunset Strip” at night,
Way past my bedtime, which is why
I stood there, out of sight.
He died this week at 86;
The obit with his name
Says he was a “TV heartthrob”
And what brought him instant fame
Were his looks and famous head of hair
Which he would always comb,
Inspiring a song with
Connie Stevens and this poem.
So Kookie, rest in peace.
You’ll never lend your comb again,
Though you were sure “the ginchiest”
Of all the TV men.
Beebopalula you're my kookie baby
But always thought your brain a wee bit lazy
Said one and one made six
Your brain matter doesn't mix
What DOES matter you're a sweet sexy lady
Often been referred to as kookie or silly
It's the way to the hearts of pretty young fillies
Knew this as a teen
In my light blue jeans
Which exhibited the bulge of my anxious willy
In Nebraska, a replica of Stonehenge is revealed
Called Carhenge, it's formed from vintage automobiles
Who thought of this
Some kookie old fish
His strangeness emerged which had long been concealed
Some have noticed old Jack ia less kookie
My reputation is at stake, will return to things goofy
Like the word “bumfuzzle”
“To confuse and to puzzle”
But way back then, us dudes were all loopy
Look it up!
Gundabooka Sam
Old Sam squats at Gundabooka
Somewhere out the back of Bourke,
He lives in a shanty hut,
Doesn't seem to do much work,
He wears rope-held trousers
And a long-john undershirt,
His crumpled hat's seen better days
Always covered in red dirt.
Old Sam he has a kookie
That sits upon his hat,
It always laughs its loudest
When Sam reaches for a pat,
He also has a hairy-nose
That follows him around,
That is when that wombat's
Not digging in the ground.
Sam, Sam, from Gundabooka
Always quick with an outback yarn,
Tells tales of outback men
And how some came to harm,
You can hear his raucous laugh
When he cracks a bush joke,
Rolling, rollicking, frolicking,
He's one hell of a squatting bloke.
Sam’s hair and beard are quite red
Although the locals aren’t quite sure,
If it’s just where the red dust gathered,
Maybe they were black well before,
The time he came to live
In his Gundabooka shack,
So far off the beaten path
Even the boomerangs don’t come back.
Carol Eastman's hubby named Michael
Has joined us which only seems right-ful
Whatta team it will be
If he's as kookie as she
To welcome your dear hubby, it's delightful
© Jack Ellison 2015
Often been referred to as kookie and silly
It's the way to the hearts of pretty young fillies
Knew this as a teen
In my light blue jeans
Which exhibited a bulge of my most anxious willy
© Jack Ellison 2015
So how's this old guy been doing lately
This kookie, silly old man
Do I still need to work on my delivery
Maybe puns should be my plan
It's definitely still a work in progress
Need a bit more time to perfect
My delivery is a very important factor
To achieve the desired effect
Get great enjoyment seeing y'all smile
Means I've succeeded in my goal
What a great feeling of accomplishment
It brings happiness to my soul
Been posting some more serious of late
So it's back to some real silly stuff
What a total bunch of nonsense they can be
But you guys can't get enough
So stay tuned, I'm preparing them now
Should be ready in a day or two
They surely won't go down as masterpieces
Hope they make you giggle, I do
© Jack Ellison 2013
comical movie
had me laughing in stitches
crazy versus crazier
kookie zany men
driving across the country
short on common sense
a bag of money
returning to the owner
brings total chaos
Words of hope and kindness taste of honey
Sweet to the listener's ear
They soothe a wounded heart
12/17/11
For Chris's Kookie Kimotherapy Kimo Contest.
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