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In every class I’ve taken yet
There’s one who longs to be
A brown-nose, suck-up teacher’s pet
And man, it bothers me!
The one who always answers first
Or quickly volunteers
To hand out what must be dispersed
Ahead of all her peers.
The one who helps the teacher out
With every chore and mission;
Whose smiles are phony, there’s no doubt,
Just like a politician.
The one who needs the spotlight’s glow
And thus, appears quite greedy;
But more than likely, that’s not so –
She’s probably just needy.
Yet from the teacher’s point of view,
That pet makes life real easy.
The rest of us, however, find
Such actions really cheesy.
"If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy" One of my favorite quotes by a man named Ron Hall
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Tell that to each kid and his or her pappy.
Some moms can be weird, but think of all they do,
especially the pain they went through delivering you!
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy..
So even when life might seem a bit crappy,
it's probably worse for your dear mama.
Don't whine and complain, causing more drama.
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
Show your own mama that you can be zappy
by eagerly helping her. Be on your toes.
It won't kill you either to even brown-nose.
If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
On this Mother's Day be a bit sappy.
Respect her. Adore her. To her wisdom defer.
And do for your Mama what most pleases HER!
One day, one time, God spoke to me.
The Creator who knows everything supposedly,
had a question that needed answering from yours truly.
"You're always helping others in need less fortunate than you,
and many of these people aren't particularly liked by you.
Why do you do all of the charitable things that you do?
What's your reward? What's in it for you?
Most times you commit these acts anonymously,
so you receive no recognition, no praise, no publicity.
I Am All And Know All but this baffles me.
Why do you do what you do SillyBilly?"
My reply to my Creator was simply,
"The meek shall inherit the earth and live heavenly
as promised by my Creator of all that is and will ever be.
My Creator has shared that People Helping People is the key
and I'm just doing what I can to relieve my Creator from some of the responsibility.
It's just my way of saying, Thanks For Creating Me."
My Creator then looked sadly down upon me
and said, "I don't know how to say this, but I'm very sorry.
You are hereby sentenced to hell for all eternity.
I need to work on this. Guess you could say it's my pet peeve,
but I don't tolerate any of they who brown nose their deity."
My time spent in hell has dispelled all of the rumors
about God not having a dark sense of humor.
playground politics
we zap and zip
read my lips
we hide and seek
from teacher's peek
on swings
we wing
on slides
we cried
marbles play
swords we flay
should i repeat
another beat
marbles play
swords we flay
never mind
what we find
king of the hill
jack and jill
story told
she was very bold
jill rode jack
on his back
right over there
under the stairs
we peered
like deer
we all hushed
behind a bush
it was all an act
that was a fact
two bunnies
rubbing tummies
that was it
don't have a fit
we are kids
yes we did
run the playground
round and round
dodge a ball
hide behind a wall
scrape a knees
fall on a bee
hide behind fatty
flirt with patty
hide a corner
there's a loner
hop scotch here
volleyball there
shoot some hoops
assemble troops
we are kids
yes we did
run the playground
round and round
yet get this
gee whiz
stars and stripes borne
teachers scorn
now they come out
to shout
their eyes
and voices chastise
what fools
no praying, too
we cuss
and fuss
we play
our way
yet they dread
if we bow our heads
is this
not preposterous
all i know politics seed
its ugly face bred
3/26/17-No rose again Note-Cyndi wrote in her critique (and I laugh at her) that it is demeaning to describe a child as fatty. Please. Can someone direct her and maybe the judges, too, to playground politics, anti bullying and the world that some of these kids face. It's called reality.Yes, they face this kind of ridicule everyday. It is sad. Yet would it be better to write a bunch of brown nose crap just to be politically correct? No. I just write what I see and feel, more of the pulse. No facade. And especially no artificiality that some here like to swim in.
Scratch off everyone who passed away
and those who went astray
those who did not send you one
I know but Blah Humbug! is somewhat fun
Have to send to relatives who are rich
and to all family so no one will b...snitch
and to the one who pays your paycheck
Holiday seasons can be a brown nose l...a doodle do
And for the non Christians on your list
sending Thanksgiving cards is the best
No checks, cash or gift cards in 2022
a greeting is all you can afford to do
Edit twice and how many do you need
looks like your down to two or three
Save on stamps and spit
Looks like it's gonna be a Merry Christmas
This tear So tightly held these salty tears
so tight my eyes squeeze embracing the We like long lost love
and yet you fall, fall with a weight of remembrance returning to the earth
of cares sinking in a fathomless lake of woe moistening it without glaze.
This tear Flicked freely from the corner of mother’s eye
dropping with pointed precision upon pearl white cheek flying momentarily...
or running childishly from the tip on the fingertips of joy
beside a chocolate brown nose. Or in gasps of anguish too great for arms to hold
Circles the world with the bounty of heart…
When released from imprisoned chest
bodes more than woe.
This tear defines the humanity of man.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Personify a Tear
* Do to the 12 line requirement this verse has been altered to be read both left to right and from top to bottom.
What can I say about a person
who's turned me into their prey thing?
I've turned a cheek a few dozen times.
Taken on the burden of their procrastination.
Always at a heavy price.
You look at my passiveness as weakness.
Another opportunity to pile on more B.S.
You've shrugged off, even snickered at my ideas.
Only later to turn them into your own.
Your rewards were at the expense of my defeats.
My defeats are a light in your beacon.
The powers that be don't even see it.
You're an expert at waving perfume over your stink.
….and it's not just me.
There were many others before me.
With similar stories, but we're voiceless.
Because you're a brown-nose supreme.
I was warned about your mischief.
Your sleight-of-hand gift for manipulation.
I didn't listen.
I even took your side at times.
But they were right
You take advantage when it fluffs your ego.
Then sweet-talk your way back into line.
Then rinse and repeat time after time.
She is so ugly she needs a reincarnation
far too fat for a one time zone nation
chuck her an apple it goes into orbit
around her waist where she’s so morbid
Stop complaining I’m having a laugh
I’m not fat shaming I haven’t got wrath
look at her stuck when she’s having a bath
tub’s to small should have done the math
It’s not actually her weight that I do hate
but her personality and fact she’s fake
she’s a teachers pet and the bosses mate
sucking up to more than what’s on a plate
When you help her she forgets it,
Mrs The Point the celestial object
she has poor health and lacks real logic
an enemy an ally and a brown nose profit
Selfishness and circle sides
sphere of influence sprouting lies
doesn’t move with gout on thighs
look at her eating all the pies!!
You’ve an ahrse the size of Jupiter
and a head that couldn’t be stupider
as for your teets I’m not sure they exist
you’re a nasty narcissist
brown nose and lips
probably Nazi in a past life
genocide your pastime
I know you’re a fool
when given authority
acting awful awfully
so without a doubt undoubtedly
I won't repeat repeatedly
unhonourable honesty
be assuredly assured of me
if war you want then war there be
conditions unconditionally
psychopath psychology
never ending endlessly
forever I will torridly
horror thee most horribly
sorrow follow you freely
tomorrow will always be
hollowed unhappily
happy days for me.
So if you seek to leave me weak
beat me down unkindly speak
will treat you a descending trip
no words will ever leave my lip.
I'll let leak lethal upheaval
devil level illegal
drug and needle
and if I need more
to feed pour you'll endure evil
a war we war where you will weaken
worn down sorry sore and beaten
words won't work best be believing
when it ends you won't be breathing
your breed will cease undisputedly
removed unrefuted conclusion peace
From the first breath till my death
I've played the role of a happy clown
first- wearing the newborn silly hat
plastic phone placed in my hands
parents cooing at my first "smile"
knowing all along it was only baby gas.
Then the hormones ran wild
thinking of nothing but sticky romance
juggling snotty lies and pretty lines
to get good girls to drop their pants.
Now every day I'm putting on a big smiley face-
Clawing up the plastic smile ladder.
Collecting my pauper's pay.
Topping it off with a big brown nose
Drinking dirty Kool-Aid from boss man's hose.
Even at my funeral, I'll play the smiling clown.
While the gravedigger lays me in the ground.