Little Joe Poems | Examples

Love, From Santa's Girl

What the Dickens! Santa ain't wearing knickers 
well his pants got caught inside the chimney 
now here's the kicker...
Little Joe woke up in the middle of the night 
and gave Santa such a jolly fright 
now here's the kicker...
It was drafty there wasn't any gas nor heat 
Mrs. Chump snored upstairs like dead meat 
now here's the kicker... 
Mr. C was 5 feet tall and wasn't a Clause at all 
he didn't know how to rob Peter to pay Paul 
now here's the kicker...
The real Ms. C owned a solar panel, Oh what fun 
gave it to Ming Ming who flew like a Son Of A Gun!   
now here's the kicker... Eh !   
He burned Santa's pants then laughed, giggled, scoffed   
but as Santa  danced around the sun poured in the loft  
now here's the real kicker...
Christmas was a blast now little Joe C could finally be, 
toasty as a glow worm in a house built for three. 

Merry Christmas Everyone !  
Love, 
From Santa's Girl  :)

Michael Landon

Actor and filmmaker, Michael Landon -
his shows were addictions folks couldn’t abandon!
As a javelin thrower, he could have gone far.
Once injured, he changed paths and became a TV star.

On “Bonanza” he played Little Joe.
It was such a great family show.
Among brothers three,
the cutest was he.
They were ranchers (if you didn’t know).

All his life, he had struggles, but Michael persevered.
Twenty-two times on TV guide’s cover, he appeared.
On “Little House on the Prairie,” he was a loving dad
just like in real life! His death from cancer made me feel sad.

AYE KID, BABY JOE

Aye kid, Baby joe
You should know the norms
The world is filled with phonies
Shouting behind the curtains
Do nothin but only to blame

Aye kid, little joe
Cover your eyes, plug your ears
You will know nothing but fears
Why do people not care
Whoever may speak the truths
All lost in herd of sheeps

Aye Kid, little Rebel joe
Let the birds chirp from behind
Where you shout, everyone bites
The world just keep burning on and on
To them nothing seems to matter
Their words filled with nothing but void

Aye kid, big Angry joe
Just be the norms
Become the phony
Close the curtains 
Be the sheep
Join the herd
Don't think 
Coward that you are 
You can only do nothing, 
but learn to blame 

Aye! lonely, Heckler Joe
Be that you are
Forever insane, ignore the sheep
Soon you will find peace in this chaos
Just think not as one but as Own. 
not from your heart, but from within your soul
Let the phonies blame,
But you must become sane
                               
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Incompetent Incumbent

Porous border
100 thousand Americans dead
Fentanyl poisoned. 
Courtesy of China, the cartels and little Joe Biden.
Sex trafficking and dirty coyotes.
Biological weapons
wet market alibi
gain of function.
Decriminalize drugs.
Close down insane asylums.
No bail for violent fellows.
Sweep God under the rug. 
Leaning toward Energy dependency.
To beg oil from our sworn enemies.
War for profit.
The red panda is chewing up our farmland.
War for prophet.
Can't wait to see what's next?

Heptcats

We called ourselves the Heptcats
known on the ice as rink rats
Thomas, Don, Stephen, and me
and the Gardner bothers three,
Clark, Andrew, and Little Joe
to the arena, we’d all go
and shinny till supper’s call.

By high school, shinny was lame 
us Heptcats sought music fame
Tom on guitar, Don on drum
Steve fiddle, Joe bass did strum
Andy cornet, Clark trombone
me on the accordion
Kings of the Plains Polka scene.

While some say seven brings luck
fame’s fortune never us struck
after school we moved away
Tom and Don in new bands play
Steve, Joe and Clark went to city 
More school for Andy and me
Heptcats now forever gone.

Elvis Changed Ed Sullivan

Andy Griffith and Barney Fife 
Aunt Bea 
Opie 

Father knows Best 
Betty and Bud 
Kathy called “kitten” 

Loretta Young 
Dinah Shore 
The Lennon Sisters 

Bonanza 
Adam 
Hoss and Little Joe 

Sing Along With Mitch 
Gary Moore 
Ed Sullivan 

Wholesome family shows 
Until Elvis 
Showed up on Ed Sullivan 
Our shocked parents 

Jumped up and turned off the TV set 
But not soon enough

Little Joe

Where did you go
little Joe?
I see the seasons
and I fear the change.
and in my life
I think it,s time
for rearranging.

Time to take things slow
Where did you go little Joe?

The timber wolf
howls in the pine
he knows the seasons
and it's time to die.

My life's been empty; more then you could know
Where did you go little Joe?

I pray and yearn
that you are fine
may Jesus keep you
in his hand.

The years have 
run away to soon
My life is like
drifting sand
I've only reaped what I have sown:
Where did you go little Joe?

A Rattling Rhyme

Our sixth grade classmate Sarah Lovely Sweetheart was a formidable foe,
Outside beauty was her forte, but her heart was a giant big fat woe.
Many of the twelve-year old boys were smitten, because she was pretty and a glow.
Her eyes shined the most fantastic blue with a curious silver, made just so.
We girls had figured out her angle, because we were not so very slow.
Did I say she could lie better than our former resident liar, Little Joe?
Smoothly, effortlessly, she could pour them out like sweet molasses, really slow.
It did not help the boys that she was stacked up like a perky Marilyn Monroe.
They blindly followed her like short puppies, gaping and fawning, to and fro.
Really funny to see, as she was taller than them by half a foot or so.
Sarah Lovely Sweetheart lied, stole, fought and bit, but her male fans would never know.
Because she only revealed her true self to us girls, that big fat hairy ho.

Written:  July 29, 1018
Contest Entered:  A Rattling Rhyme Contest	Sponsor:  Nina Parameter

The Balled of Little Joe

The story of little joe did not start out great
When we came and got him it was late
He looked like a fat little pig
He was a good little dog and did not dig

We took him home to meet the dogs
When he saw the family, he did a jog
He wanted to jump on us to be stable
That’s when sandy pushed him into a table

She barked and growled at little joe
Joe was scared and put his head low
Now they are friends after the fight
And they both sleep calmly in my bed every night

Then there is mean little cujo
She is angry at little joe
Cujo is very old and moldy 
That’s why she looks like a bowl of guacamole 

Joe is a sweet little dog
But not cujo not at all
One day they will be friends
And make amends

Heath Or Little Joe

which is better
successful cowboys
the Barkleys or Cartwrights?

Cowboys Where Are You

There was a day on TV
Where westerns were all the rage
You could take your pick
From your TV paper page

Together our masked hero the Lone Ranger
With Tonto kept outlaws in a spin
Have Gun Will Travel was the card
For black dressed professional gunfighter Paladin

Wagon Train kept rolling along
Seth Adams the leader
Flint McCullough chief scout
Old Charlie Wooster was the feeder

Rawhide kept the cattle moving
Gil and Randy kept control
In Dodge City it was Gunsmoke
Marshall Matt Dillon was key role

On the ponderosa it was Bonanza
Where Ben Cartwright was the boss
With his family of three boys
Adam, little Joe and Hoss

Wells Fargo was the stagecoach
Where Jim Hardie was the star
Now these are only some
For they were many more by far

They were the Virginian and the Rifleman
Laramie, Maverick and Cheyenne
The High Chaparral not to mention alias Smith and Jones
These made us all a fan

Cowboys where are you?
Memories of you is our lot
On TV we can’t see
Is this our last shot?

poetgord@2013

Bonanza

Little Joe, Hoss, Adam, and Ben.
I see them on the tube again.
They live in central Nevada
at a place called “Ponderosa”.

Widower Ben, and his three boys
shared their pain, as well as their joys.
We saw laughter, as well as tears, 
during a run of fourteen years.

They showed us a real frontier life,
full of adventure with some strife.
They still stand out among the best
in their exploits of the Old West.

Landon

This talented actor died in 1991.
We knew him as Little Joe and as Michael Landon.
People cherish the characters he portrayed.
He starred in three shows in a span of three decades.

In fifty-four years he did a great deal.
He starred in Highway to Heaven and now he's in Heaven for real.
His illness caused him to go down fast.
We will always remember the work he did in the past.

In the last week of June his skin was gray.
Sadly one week later he passed away.
When we learned about his illness, many fans were bound to find it scary.
We lost the man from Little house on the prairie.

Everyone knows it wasn't fair for him to die.
He succumbed to cancer on the first day of July.
He was Joe, Charles and Jonathon.
It was sad to say good-bye to Landon.

(DEDICATED TO MICHAEL LANDON WHO DIED JULY 1, 1991. TWENTY YEARS AGO 
TODAY.)

A Cowboy Is

~~~Cowboys~~~


When I was a kid I wanted to live
On the Ponderosa, a cowgirl I'd be.
The daughter-in-law of Ben Cartwright
And Little Joe would marry me.

Cowboys stoked my imagination,
Made me dream of times gone by.
They were men who were strong and brave
And many a cowboy caught my eye.

Westerns I watch, I'm an avid fan.
The cowboys always make me smile.
I daydream along and wish myself there
If only for a little while.

So if you want to catch my eye
Just wear a stetson and a pair of tight jeans.
Then you're halfway to winning my heart
For my interest towards cowboys leans.

I Don'T Know

What’s his name?  What’s his name?
I don’t know, I don’t know
Let me go, let me go
What’s his name?
Who Jim Crow, Joe Blow or John Doe,
Why do you ask me so, I don’t know?
Why do you hold me in this beau?
Even so, why you ask me something I don’t know?
Whoa holy Joe, I don’t know, no James Monroe.
Furthermo, I didn’t know he was in a picture show
With Little Joe and Little Big Toe!
Even so I didn’t know he was a tennis pro
Now on skid row and his wife working  a strip show
I didn’t know!
So you gonna let me go?
Whoa, why you hit me in the stomach below
And caused my knees to hit the floor
Watch it bro, don’t hit me no mo
If you hit me again below, here’s how its gonna go
Like quid pro quo I’m lay low and sneak up on you like a
UFO stopping your show with a glide of an unexpected blow
Across the thing that help you go!
Then I’ll take an arrow and shoot you in every toe,
Just like a woman during her menstrual flow
You’re not gonna know what hit you bro
It will be like a hammer blow from your
Head to your toe
And this is what will happen if you don’t let me go!
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