Long Biff Poems
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Dope boundary rope tropes…fans hopes..Ollie copes..thick skin…will find the strength within…ignores the din…as Pope unleashes that boyish grin..
Can hear Freddie and David…ddddd..Under Pressure…well..hard to measure the pleasure of the Pope’s treasure…papacy legacy pride..stops the slide..trumps the prodigy..got a ton to shun outgun..dumps the Bethell puns..rested and bested..still in at stumps.. after Stokes plumps for tried and tested..
Nasty ploys from the seedier media boys…that gambit or slight..of weedier..needier skittish rabbit in the floodlight habit..but such poise..delights despite the noise.. fights the red hot slingshot Jasprit highlights...that iconic.. chronic.. metronomic…never laconic..halcyon harbinger..joy bringer..humdinger swinger gunslinger....
Who’s got a clue what to do…where it will land…understand what the Bumrah brand’s got planned…should be banned…can’t watch it from the hand..love watching it from the stand..tames games…fanned flames…big names castles manned..but the sparkle of another debacle shames and blames…panned and canned..
Doff your hat…scoff..from the off…Test cricket doesn’t get harder than that…time we beckoned..back when Goochie opined…Essex accent whined..reckoned like facing the World’s test best one end.. and tother Ilford second eleven..
It was a story of small standing tall demanding another dance at the Bumrah ball as the diddy men zen of Ollie and Ben gave us a chance and dodged.. not bodged by the Jasprit lance
Even the boom boom cherry riff couldn’t biff the Pontiff of who we are so fond…no what if..made merry with his tintin strawberry blonde quiff in this tiff did respond..
Golly gosh the another level devil..tabloid tosh of him getting Bethell bish bash boshed…losing the race.. will never forget Ollie’s jolly face…gleaming…day dreaming yet screaming to those scheming and memeing…fury at the jury…beaming…the adored Pope ruled..his grace.. Dueled with the ultimate pace ace…an up yours…century scores…our faith restores ..Ollie.. rightly put out…brightly glowed..showed us what he’s all about..loud..proud shout to the crowd who know nowt…want him out…made it clear..peers cheers he holds dear..my best at your behest ..so sincere.. I deserve my Test place and rest my case..! Hear Hear..
5 down..for just 84..what do you do.. try and survive..shut the door..or instead more hardcore jive...out on the lash ..go to town..
On his way to 184..borrowed the crown from the real deal surreal cartwheel Panto clown..smash down the door..
Red hot..bespoke with the oak..smoking..old school Ben Stoking..first ball stroking for four..
Robin Hoods with the wood..forget Bazball..score quick..this is rabbit out of a hat trick Bazbat…the latest riff…
Smith so svelte..helter skelter..velvet belter..decided with his tintin quiff..to go.. well biff..Indian tiff..felt..smelt.. the tangy twang pang..dealt a dashing dollop of crashing flashing banging wallop..
Every Test tragic.. loving how Jamie and his magic torch did scorch..the run reaper..nearly took number one spot with the fastest ton..still got..the highest ever Test score for an England keeper..and only 24..
Let's rant…about Smith and Pant..the Gilly God above giving his nod..the Wizard of Oz..Lord of the willow sword..showing his love..for the zen of the men or bruvs with the glove..
The notorious adored odd bod panto Pant.. and his brother from another mother..glorious
Smudge not giving a fudge..not just giving the scoreboard a nudge but an almighty Blighty budge..
Smith's sublime partner in crime… dirty flirty Harry also got them shirty with some barnstorming performing..
A nifty pretty shifty 150..as north..met south..our poise boys..from the Republic and Surrey..hitting not just a flurry but a slurry of runs in a hurry..
Will give them some slack..but if there has been a faint Bazbat taint..always having a crack..all out attack..a lack of that knack of restraint..no looking back..artists with only one way to paint..
Willing to adapt and change..us fans rapt..still immense offense but with more defence..alright common sense ..
Smith and Brook wasn't an..off their trolley volley folly..the way they played..slayed and flayed.. by golly made sure the Hollies..still held sway..eased their dismay and stayed jolly..
Won't pretend ..was always only one way this was going to end..
Jamie.. Jamie..Jamie and his magic torch..
Lovingly lauded.. they marauded.. rightly applauded
Saffa gaffers did thrill
Willow wielding wizards of Oz
Yielding…lampooned..marooned..jaffas
Festooned spill just like Seville .
Must remember..the ember burning
Yearning of Temba Bavuma
Kept his sense of humour
Despite being the victim of flimsy whimsy
Many a nasty rumour
I implore you to ignore the tumour
That is Michael Vaughan…dim..grim
Pompous pig or obnoxious prig
Having a dig..more clickbait hate p**n
Unsung and hamstrung..stoic heroic
Temba has brung salvation for a nation
With no Cronje bung..
The only stifling snub
Hell bent pundits in pulpits scream
Not just trifling .. no defending the Saffa culprits
Blunder of sending a sub par side
Alright trite s**e team down under..
Only one man stood sentry…Aidan Markram..often ignored..
Even deplored…a national pastime…his crime
Not being as sublime as in his teenage prime
But such touch..much gumption & grit
Did his bit…hit a century
Sod the rest…now a cricketing god
Against the odds.. has always saved
His Test best for the Aussie conquest..
No longer a sinner…the match winner..
Only one other Saffa..biff Smith’s
Scored more second innings tons..
They did vanquish their perpetual anguish
Their hullabaloo..voodoo..ending
The choke complex.. the hex hoodoo..
No longer Bill Murray day of the groundhog
Finally went the way of the underdog..
So Aidan and Temba we will always remember when
You gave South African Cricket their own
Homegrown ticket to the 25th of December..
Has been glummer.. Gory…still got the bummer
Of no tests in their upcoming home summer
But this a story of glory
Not being woke…not about race
The colour of his face
In history Temba Bavuma with such grace
The best ever test run chase at Lords
Nabbed his place…as the bespoke bloke & ace
Who broke the finals choke & grabbed the golden mace..
Poem 9/11
Believe me,
Just watching my TV
News Flash!! Skyjack!
New York City Centre,Jet Crash.
Check that.
News Call,Broadcast stall.
Drop the headlines!!
This is the new line
Look up on the Skyline
Flash,Bash,Crash
Right on the building top.
Biff Baff Heart attack,
On another line
Pentagon now a X a gone
Another plane drop.
Whats that?whats that?
Beam in on the spot.
Another streak across the sky
Sliiced another tower
Question asked.
Why,Why,Why?
Whats going on?Whats going on?
Another crash,big explosion
Switch broadcast over to Washington
Whats your impression? Whats your emotion.
Bystanders,commentators,confusion
"Whats your reaction"?
Can't believe my eyes J
Just as it began,I realize
This is an atrocity
Right here,in the heart of the city.
Terrorist attack.Terrorist Attack
Then the burning Walls a falling
Like crashing dominoes
Right to the ground.
Limbless,Lifeless,a giant fallen.
Armagadeon has arrived,without warning
CIA, FBI,Home Security Then the Guv
Connecting,Enquiring
Blaming intelligence,asking why.
Collate and evaluate
Then the appropriate reply.
Calling the president for a comment.
"What do you think of unfolding events"?
"WE will find the perpetrators one by one
Whether he is hiding in Iraq,Iran, or Pakistan.
We will call up the troops,assembly the galleon,
Then bomb them ,blast them Clean up their land,
Bring in new administrations,
Thats the plan
Fireman, Policemen,all on the scene
"This is total disaster,the worst we ever seen.
Engines,sirens,surgeons and volunteers
Combining efforts in a stream.
Such a nightmare, awful dream
But in the present, the on going theme.
- Inspired by ‘Tubby Makes a Mistake‘ by Enid Blyton in ‘The Cuckoo in the Clock and other stories.’
When night falls,
toys come out to play
While we slumber and snore
the night away.
Now somewhere on the window ledge,
behind the long pink curtains there
lay a bottle of delicious biscuits!
And Tubby was a hungry bear.
So whilst all the toys were deep in siesta,
Tubby climbs up the long pink curtains!
Placed his paws into the biscuit jar,
who’d have guess what else happened!
Mommy realised the missing biscuits eventually,
and quizzed the children if they had stolen them.
Now all the toys frowned in the nursery,
they knew it must have been some toy,
from their own gang!
Ah, there was a clever witty clown,
seeing that nobody was around;
slipped up to the windowsill.
Placed those sticky gluey mistletoe berries!
So when the thief sneaks up to steal,
wala! The tacky berries will be stuck to his body!
Sure enough Tubby felt greedy again that night,
hauled up to the tasty snack.
The mistletoe berries did stick to him alright!
As clueless Tubby made his way back.
Ah hah!
How the toys exposed Tubby the berry next day!
And how they made poor Tubby pay.
They smacked, slapped, biff and whacked,
to help get those gummy berries off.
Tubby hid his face in his hands and wept.
From then Tubby never ever stole
You should have seen his look
Whenever he sees a mistletoe!
Biff, the oboist
2 cups of pureed shrimp
1 cup of chopped turkey bacon
4 cups of flour (self rising)
1/4 cups of coconut flakes
3/4 cups of green onion
3 T celery seeds (toasted)
2 T sesame seeds (toasted)
5 Tablespoons of crushed Garlic
1/2 cup of red bell pepper(diced)
1/4 cup of olive oil( fused with 2 Tablespoon of cayenne pepper)
2 T of lemon zest
3 T spiced rum
1/4 cup of chopped mango
3 egg yolks
1 & 1/4 cup of buttermilk
4 egg whites whipped to stiff peaks
mix all the ingredients,(all except the egg whites)
mix smooth, and set aside. fold in the egg whites
on a flat hot oiled skillet, spoon the fluffy mixture
onto the skillet, making four inch round pancake
flip when golden brown.
serve with a pomegranate syrup...………….
10 pound fresh ham
score the fat with diamond shapes
coat with a mixture of liquid smoke, honey and orange juice
(about 5 Tablespoons each)
mix together
1/4 cup of cayenne pepper
5 T garlic powder
7 T of onion powder
1/4 cup of ground ginger
6 T of ground cloves
1 cup of grounded pecans ( coarse)
2 cups granulated brown sugar
5 T of orange zest
4 tablespoons of salt
coat the ham, and cover with foil,
bake for about four hours at 350, use thermometer to keep doneness
serve with some twice fried plantains
I love you, morning after morning, evening after evening.
I see the raging fire in your
eyes,
the heart screams out loud the brain cells terpsichore
in the rhythm of life.
See the sparkle instead of haze that covers your being.
see the best in you
that takes your spirit out.
Never let yourself down
never let anyone in
your world of
emptiness cause that rupture's them
apart.
You are so strong like an iron
fist,
biff off the cosmos of niggler.
your energy scintillates
around
which astound the mortal.
I cognize, your essence of
happiness can awaken the dead
sanctify the bad soul's
enchanting everyone, that you
see around.
The seraph has sent you to
this blue
hoping you do something for
this crew
with a promise, the delusion of grandeur is
mere slave
you are the best version of yourself,
resonate with your inner strength.
push your limits,
expand your horizon
evaluate your perception
to find inner peace.
Mind you! you are the rex of
your kingdom,
hunt your dreams, drag
yourself out of the pit of darkness
that encompasses you.
enlight the spirit, lit the mind.
upon your death
bequeath your love, zeal, and joy
to conquer the hearts of the
mortals,
you remain immortal in their hearts.
Now you grow silently
close your eyes
envision the color
believe, focus, the rest resides
upon.
One sunny day at the central zoo
Biff the gorilla grabbed the zoo keepers key
Before the employees had even a clue
Went and set all the animals free
Started out on Monkey Island
With the Orangutans and Chimpanzees
With the Giraffe's next in line
Cause they needed someone to see over the tops of the trees
When they were through letting their friends loose
And all the keepers locked up in their place
They hit the streets and before anyone knew
The entire human race was in a cage
Now the animals are doing their very best
As members of society at large
Still life is a mess if you haven't already guessed
Shouldn't have left the baboons in charge
With the pressures in life starting to show
Half the animal kingdom now in therapy
No one told them so they didn't know
That life in a cage was actually free
While the people enjoy themselves at the zoo
Three solid meals and all the naps they can take
Sunning themselves by the wading pool
Never wanting to go back to the so called good old days
Guess no matter which side you are on
The other side always looks better to you
Just remember if the time ever does come
Where ever you find that you're at...life is a zoo
Call me clean stamp,
I burn my brand on the devil with holiness.
yea, I said it and it remains. Watch the smoke sizzle
to a sign that says "Fear God". Biff. Low and oppressed doesn't
mean take the devils bs: belittling seriously.
now I bend metal bows, not on a christmas gift but as a "miss" gift from Christ.
Psalm says the enemy shoots arrows proverbs says I'm worth more than two
sparrows.
Who holds down the whole town with a gold crown?
Have a bold pound you sold ya soul for an old frown on a cold clown.
"SAY WHAT NOW" may your ear bleed. Your feet in water and you is
what the electric chair need. Needs. Need!- ebonix/ who's a N.L.?
you play ice honkey too? I heard that reGreztsky! thats N.H.L and the only
HOCKEY
I play is tonsil wit wifey. Back to where I do my shopping at-
National Liquidators- Gods makes it rain then strikes the nations with lightning,
so forget the E.C. Electric chair? no your Extra Ciriculer activities on Exempting
Color with Exagdurated Calculations on who I love!
When I am old I shall be an acrobat Granny Fee said.
People will cheer and stomp their feet at me
The clapping will be thunderous
I may join Barnum and Bailey’s right now
I think they went out of business her grandson Joe said.
The rest of them almost laughed until they saw Granny Fee's face.
Don’t even think about eating one of my monster cookies she told Joe
His sister sneaked him two of them after supper
I am working on my sequined costume Granny Fee told her son.
“Not that again!” her doubtful son Biff said, rolling his left eye.
His children were silent.
Gram slapped Biff's left hand when it reached for a monster cookie.
In the summer the family went to the circus.
Granny Fee begged off at the last second.
“Hey! Isn’t that Granny Fee?
It sure was.
In costume, on the high wire, balancing her corpulence on a pink hippo.
The family clapped, cheered, hooted and whistled.
They loved Granny Fee's delicious chocolate chip monster cookies.
And they all knew that she had marvelous hearing.