Long Bimbo Poems
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There I was after a couple of beers
On the dance floor with the crowd’s cheers
I was dancing a jig that was new and cool
But didn’t know my zip was open and out hung Peter O’toole
The crowd surrounded me and edged me on
While my bits were moving rhythmically to the song
And when I did the limbo
The eyes bulged on this bimbo
The song seemed to be long
But I kept on dancing strong
And when I was getting tired
The song ended with me in a back spin stopping with my legs open wide
The girls were hugging me and there were hugs all round
Till Glen, my imaginary friend said Sid look down
Me bits were hanging out, red and raw
From the continuous friction with the floor
I casually walked off the dance floor with my Guinness beer stout
That’s the last time I drank and ever went out
Bimbo
A long time ago we had a pet, his name was Little Bimbo
He came to us all bald and crying, his mother he didn’t know.
Our dad had bought him from some kids, who were trying to kill him to eat.
They had killed his mother before, and now they wanted this baby for meat.
Our dad was a strong sailor and it was before the quarantine laws.
He threw the children money, and grabbed the baby’s paws.
Bimbo came to live with us, he lived inside a fireside oven.
You may think we would eat him, but no. it was the warmth that it did govern.
Bimbo grew and played with us like a little brother or sister.
He would hide inside our jumper, if he didn’t like a strange mister.
One day poor Bimbo trapped his tail, it was really quite a shock.
Especially when the vet said, "The rest of it was also for the chop."
Poor Bimbo was now accident prone, his balance he had lost.
He fell into a thorn bush one day and now his sight was lost.
The vet was upset, but not as much as we were on that day.
Our little pet monkey Bimbo was taken far away.
Our mum tried to pretend he was being looked after. and that he was well
We knew the truth when the vet came round, and returned Bimbo’s little Bell.
©~GG~ 2012
astronomical anatomical atoms
buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs
collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams
depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites
enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas
finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders
giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace
holding heavy-handed hospital heathens
Ignoring impassible imaginative ideas of interlopers
justifying jiggly jealous jaundiced jugglers jumping jury joyrides
killing kinesthetic kingly Kansas killjoys
leaving lighthearted Larry lollygagging lower than legumes
memorizing momentous miracles of magic meaning moroseness
nudging nebulous narcissistic nightly northern narwhals
occupying octagonal orbital ostrich-like ocelots
pursuing persnickety picky perverted pencils
quizzing questionable quails and quacks
redeeming respectable rustic ricocheting roadrunners
scalloping scuzzy scared scarred skeletons
teasing torrential test tube tarantulas
undermining understated underwater umbrellas
validating villainous vagrants verifying vigor and vim
worrying wiggly worm-like women wasps
‘xasperating ‘xpensive ‘xpansive ‘xtraordinary ‘xtraterrestrials
yielding yellowish youngish yippy youngbloods
zooming zealous zebras zigging and zagging in Zimbabwe
I prepare myself for a deep relaxing bath
but that dratted spider was out to have a laugh
As I pour scented bubble bath into the water
Spidey climbs the wall - he’d also bought his daughter*!
He raises a spindly leg as if to wave hello
that pesky crawling spider really needs to go
It's a living a nightmare, it isn’t a dream
So I emit a very loud ear piercing scream
My heroic hubby dashes to my aid
as my distress was clearly displayed
Whilst I stand their screaming like a stupid bimbo
hubby tosses the weeny spider out the bathroom window
Alas the daddy spider he has other plans
and wriggles his way out of hubby’s hands
Hubby drops the creepy critter onto the floor
spidey plans his escape, he's heading for the door
Hubby pounces on him at breakneck speed
and squashes him flat ... he’s dead indeed*
*A great deal of poetic licence – thankfully there was only one spider and he was tossed out of the Window* I think the warm weather is bringing these pesky spider’s out from hiding:-(
Follow up poem to www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_confessed_to_a_cold_blooded_murder_1029155
6/9/18
WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN
Jim’s fallen head over heels for a girl,
He’s forgotten his mates; they’re in limbo
One whiff of her scent, his head’s in a whirl
But why did he choose Sue THAT blonde bimbo?
Like a shadow they are never apart
Stuck together tightly with superglue
This bleached blonde airhead has stolen his heart
Jim bade all his old friends a fond adieu
Every single day they are together
Still they only have eyes for each other
Arms wrapped around her, true love forever
Jim wears jumpers knitted by his lover!
On bended knee Jim gives Sue a huge ring
He splashed all his cash to buy her some bling
WHEN A WOMAN LOVES A MAN
Sue won’t hear a bad word about her Jim,
with rose coloured glasses, Sue is blinkered
He lets out huge farts, but Sue will just grin
She just giggles and calls him a stinkard!
Jim snores like a steam train, he never halts
Sue turns over and pulls up the covers
She totally ignores all of Jim’s faults
They’re besotted since they became lovers
Jim’s mates pity him; he’s under the thumb
With a ring on her finger Sue’s smiling
They are contented and Jim’s never glum
Sue adores him; she thinks he’s beguiling
Forever in love through good times and bad
Sue chose Jim because he looks like her dad!
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Rage..rage rage.!!! Damn her' damn.. I just
Saw an old clip of the chattering classes
bimbo..Nimbo whatever i rage rage rage
In my mind and soul.' At her
atrosciousness, at the bloody mess she
Leaves in her wake.' Savage
is my chest.'
Is
the dish she did offer 'anti-dose'
give stuffed
With opportunity, to engender gen-o-cide
The dirty truth is seen, they will appear..
At this harridns death-bed the thousands
Of victims locked away to die alone.' The children
She terrorized.Before God a parody of
real empathy..With matricidal tones. Is it
Ten or thirty or fifty thousand you victimized
Reid.? Grrrr grrr oh my mind is bubbling
my spirit is eager to see her dis-harmony
And disconnection from balanced society
And stayt a right charlie he is also guilty.)
My bus finally pulled in late
you were there as promised
although I tried not to notice
the blonde bimbo adjusting
her skirt a cross between
pat benatar and Melanie griffith
puffing on a stale Marlboro
cigarette while painting lipstick
on her collagen strickened pink
lips just like you to be charmed
to give her a light lucky strip
matchbook it didn't bother me
surprisingly enough I had no
reaction I must admit Reno Nevada
conditioned me to a soft spoken kind
of acceptance to your philandering
anticipated antics gambling again
on goods of service however
I was quite flattered you still
tried to conceal infidelity funny
it was rather attractive why you
absolutely appeared boyishly shy
caught in the cookie jar again
fishing for snacks besides our
relationships had already exceeded
the life span of any failed marriage
why we continued charades was even
more morbidly interesting to say
the least after all we were both
married to other people an yet
faithful to our personal ongoing
trisks enterages rondevues
at anyrate the stars were very
bright tonight 3:40 am the tides
were unseemingly calm wouldn't
you say what's the room number
did you lose the key again dam
I've broken another heel
just put the bags here dear
The medic said lie on the couch
She swabbed my cervix , I said OUCH
It's checking for cancer
So I can’t be a chancer
For cervical smears I can vouch
I lay there with my legs akimbo
Butt naked I feel like a bimbo
My hubby needn’t fear
It’s just a routine smear
Not nookie with Peter or Jimbo
I think its's a total outrage
Girls are denied smears due to age
If detected early
It could have saved Shirley
And youngsters like Amber and Paige
In England cervical smears are offered to women aged 25 to 64. Personally, I think the age should be reduced as women in their early 20's have died as they have been deemed too young for a cervical smear screening. Whilst the test is uncomfortable it only takes a few minutes to be done and it could save young lives
* Third stanza added 01/15/22 -The names Shirley fitted the rhyme scheme and I've read about Paige Hart who was diagnosed with cancer aged 24. I've been made aware of Amber's Law and fully support the change of age to 18.
https://amberslaw.org/about-us/
https://www.thesun.co.uk/fabulous/9952172/woman-cervical-cancer-25-smear-test
01/14/22
I see Sue-Ellen standing over there,
with still-thin body and jet-black hair,
pushing a little boy, it makes me sick,
she sets us all back, but cares not a lick.
You know she longer had a real job,
all the money is made by her husband Bob,
free all day to push her children on swings,
no doubt her daughters will do the same thing,
grow to be housewives, looking so happy,
the kind I cannot allow her to be.
She should be employed, she should be at work,
numerous women sacrificed for her,
yet she just pops out babies, nary a care,
never does notice the silence and stares.
This pretty bimbo even took Bob’s last name,
even cooks for him, like it’s the olden days,
thinking life’s a game that she can waltz through,
getting ahead by her marriage and youth,
yet always acting so content and happy,
this I just will not allow her to be.
She thinks she’s something for finding a man
who every years pulls down one hundred grand,
shows herself off to him, keeping in shape,
it shames the large women, such a disgrace!
Takes pride in her home, garage with three cars,
entertains visitors at their home bar,
refers to her children as her great gift,
as if the norms haven’t undergone a shirt,
no woman living so should dare be happy,
and I will not allow her to be…
Hey! Hey Sue-Ellen, you dumb, blonde ! You’re a disgrace to women everywhere!
ANGER MANAGEMENT
I must clean my bare-naked window,
For my eyes have seen a nasty affair.
Surely Monica can't be that bimbo!
I wipe my eyes, can't hardly stare...
My boss thinks i'm calm, anger free.
I shuffle him through my new place.
Up here the air's so clear... but what do i see?!
I rub my eyes - once, twice. No not her face!
"What! Get off my sister!", in haste I scream.
Is that my best friend? Can it be?!
I must wake up from this nasty dream!
My eyes...my eyes...with rage...i can't see.
My boss on edge of window cliff,
He visualizes a raving lunatic.
His face freezes, he looks mighty stiff.
He thinks i'm lovestruck or mighty sick.
In the end it all turns out fine, except for
Me, for i'm back in the anger management registry.
But my best friend and sis love each other forevermore.
We all hug... i'm fine knowing they have chemistry.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Point of view, Ross, on the tv show Friends