A curse that’s worse than the pandemic
Greedier populist verse became totemic
No halt of their catapult assault systemic
Seedier social media game now endemic
Whether it be some chanting panting cleric
Will ration all compassion not really angelic
Always decanting another ranting hysteric
Doubts planting the enchanting evangelic
Oligarchy malarkey their tarnished polemic
Climate fires rage but won’t call the medic
Derails with varnished tales any academic
Preening demeaning all left leaning satiric
Dystopian & myopian totally Machiavellic
We burn they’re still lippy well it’s generic
With their heinous intravenous hypodermic
Even if taciturn with boring name like Derek
Yearn for return of hippy trippy psychedelic
Not dippy all learn nature can be mesmeric
Don’t spurn love soars above stratospheric
Favorite Footles
An Ailing Hen
Stricken
chicken
Dog Entertainment
Fido’s
slide shows
Overweight Taxi Driver
Flabby
cabbie
Imposter Chef
Baker
faker
Big Guy to Love
Less trim
more him
Shoplifting at the Butcher’s
Bacon
taken
A Fruity Dance
Mango
tango
Mushy Grandpa
Sappy
pappy
Bad Granddad
Crappy
pappy
Mother Goose Lawsuit
Gander
Slander
Richard Sits on Gum
Sticky
Ricky
Cheeky Flower Child
Lippy
hippy
If Charles had Raised Poultry
Dicken’s
chickens
BFF
Never
sever
There once was a squirrel named Tippy
who loved ice cream that was chocolate chippy.
He’d wiggle and grin
as he dipped right in
that tiny-paw thief was so lippy.
Henry Houston hilarious hippie
Known to party hearty get tipsy
But last night
Lost bar fight
Because he got proud and lippy
My Mama told me, "Don't get Lippy!"
"Better back up, and I mean Skippy!"
Scrunched up eyes, bloodshot Red,
Punched two teeth, from my Head!
I joined a Cult, became a Hippy!
Snappy, Snippy, Slap-happy
I made a friend tonight
Loopy, Lippy, Lollapa-Lucy
Sure feels good, alright
Hearty-hardy, Uber-tea-party
We’ll fly high as a kite
Golly-gee, Gosh-m’nee
Do it up right, her and me
I met a sixties hippie
his hair it was quite flippy
I said he should cut it
he told me to shut it
oh man, did he get lippy
Ode to Fanny
Her start in life was rather poor
with wastrel parents, ones to abhor
She avoided living in the gutter
Earning enough for her bread and butter
Her break in life came rather later
Before, bigamy and babies to underrate her
Her kids grew up in the care of another
She never took to being a mother
Her culinary skills proved rather good
She could write and critique on all kinds of food
Destined to star in sixties telly
She graced her shows in glitzy finery
Her zany persona was rather dippy
Her dress was ball gown and misplaced lippy
Shunning apron and hat that looked so drab
‘Cos cooking and baking should always look fab
The man she had met was rather fine
Ex army major, life was divine
They fronted shows as man and wife
Fanny and Johny, well matched and no strife
Her fame continued for rather a while
Overridden by others in different style
And gaffes too many, they booted her out
No telly shows, no gowns to flout
Her recipes of the past still rather great
She put pizza and prawn cocktail on our plate
She and Johny, always a couple
Poor but content to remain conjugal
Ooh rather!
I once knew a lad from Mississippi
Who was known for being rather lippy
His retorts were rude
His mannerism crude
And strangely, he was a sixties hippie.
written September 23, 2021
scent and lippy sealed
grey ruled cream virgin paper
written love sprawls kiss
(NB whilst this is a contemporary haiku and is not ordinarily titled, it is titled in order to catalogue and find easily.)
You’re early today, her manager said
are you okay, did you fall out of bed
June told her boss, I’ve changed my routine
My bloke drives me in as though I’m the Queen
I’m able to drive but it saves time each day
If he drives and I do my face on the way
I see, her boss nodded and then simply said
Why don't you just get up early instead
June said, losing sleep doesn't worry my head
When driving gives me one more hour in bed
My brows and mascara were done on the road
My lippy went on at the lights where we slowed
That’s all well and good her manager said
But I think you should get up early from bed
For even a Jaguar, Bentley or Rolls
Can‘t save a girl’s face from a thousand pot holes
Her hair's so black, the blue is breaking through.
Centre-parted with furrow crown to fore,
Perfectly placed and kept in position
As pretty red ribbons bind the bunches.
Her face is crazed and tanned to leather.
Too many benders on Benidorm beach.
Her mouth is creased, possibly from decades
Of dragging long and hard on king-size tipped.
But her lips: Aah! A work of art in crimson.
Today she wears a short-sleeve summer frock.
Floral pattern with red to match her lippy.
Her batwings flap-flop like Labrador ears.
Her small white socks sit snug in hiking boots.
She is the little girl in the old lady.
Time corrupts. Her comfort, her addiction.
After her tour of town she sidles off
To swig Bushmills on a bus-station bench.
Guess who must help to carry her back home.
Hello, my beautiful name is Deb,
And I’ve a power to share,
I’m a little time travelling tripster traveller,
Any time, any place, anywhere,
Like the other day I woke up in a house,
A house that I never knew,
And I realised when I walked around,
This house I’d never been to,
Or last week travelling to a concert,
Mega loud, mega death, mega rock,
I travelled to sitting on the couch at home,
The next day at about one O’clock,
And time travelling messes up my hair,
Changes my lippy colour to what I don’t like,
But that’s the rub of travelling time,
For this D.I.D. living psych.
smile totally free
a sluggard tissue shall die
opinionated
who does not know how to smile!
the rough bold lippy one way
I am covering my thighs in baby powder, to ease the sore chapped skin
They are now red and raw after exercising, at an aim at being thin
my goal is to drop a few pounds, and maybe achieve a thigh gap
my thighs rub together with every step that i take, it gets worse with every lap
i would like to blame the celebrity pictures, of skinny thighs, its mostly photo shop
so ive decided to take a stand, start exercising and do a few food swaps
so i put on some lippy, and head to the gym, i am feeling and looking lush
After a few weights and a several rounds on the treadmill, i look like i have been dragged through a bush.
As beads of sweat run down my face , and my mascara starts to run
I realise its not so great in here, and it really isn't any fun
So if you see me baby elephanting, pounding the streets, and the roads shake within every lap
Just remember that i am doing all this for the skinny persons thigh gap.
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