Long Choo Poems

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Premium Member Swine Flue Ca Choo

The TV’s raving the Mexicana flew choo
The trains gathering a head chaaaaaaa chooo.

The government needs a new control to
stop the immigrations flow to…..
It’s amazing the lengths I think they’ll go to
The trains gathering a head chaaaaaaa chooo
Body aches are screaming too
perhaps, I have the swine flu too?

Population was exploding 
those undesirables were imploding
Firesign Theatre* did a FORETOLDIN
“You’ve got the disease!” their game show hostin

It’s amazing what a little bittie bug can do
to solve the problems of YOU KNOW WHO.


http://new.music.yahoo.com/firesign-theatre/tracks/beat-the-reaper--571492
*1960’s comedy group take on pandemics
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member He Willcome Git You

so, you sit there and not just a thought but a revelation of utmost despair as an event appears in your life where you wish you had not, but you did and is involved-0h so deeply. and the tears just flow and fall and you cry-oh god what shall I do, don't worry, he'll come git Choo.  misguided, bad decisions you have made more than once and nothing really got to you, but this one has taken you down, way down, don't worry he'll come git Choo..all your family and friends that support you-normally have not said but indicated-no can do..you stop listening and conversating with your eternal supporter one, just talk to me and I will come git Choo.

Premium Member Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey

Was just a young'un in the big band era
But it seems just like yesterday
Listening to Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey
Still love it right to this day

Miller's Modernaires, and Dorsey's Pied Pipers
With their smooth harmonic blend
Chattanooga Choo-Choo and The Trolley Song
Brought me so much pleasure no end

Guess I was influenced by my older sisters
Was not even ten at the time
It just goes to show the impact they had made
For those long ago days I still pine

It wasn't until Elvis debuted in fifty-six
When Rock'n Roll took over
The Big Band era came quickly to a halt
And ended it's popular exposure

Don't even know what is popular today
Or even if they've given it a name
Guess I'm just an old guy living in the past
Progress is the name of the game
Form: Rhyme

Greater Poem

I come to you from Greater Sudbury.
My mayor greater too.
I offer you a greater pleasure.
Our natter greater too.

We're all about a greater mission.
Our hope is greater too.
We'll look for you as greater tourists.
The pamphlets greater too.

We'll see you have a greater time.
Our scenery's greatest view.
We'll put you in a great hotel;
you're comfort greater through.

We'll sell you all our greatest goods.
The merchant's greatest woo.
You'll travel all our greater roads.
The potholes greater too.

We'll show you all our greatest things.
A slag dump baring slough.
Then aww you with our great big nickel;
a chimney and ah-choo.

We'll miss you when you go to leave.
You're absence greater too.
And think of you again
when next year's season's due.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Typical

Typical Is Still
Not Guiltless Enough
To Lie For---

To Excuse
Alleviation Of Guilt:
*Saint Conformity.*

There Must Be Some
Other Way 
        (Or Other) To
Alleviate Guilt...

(Unless You Love
   Guilt
     That Way...)

?Huh?

Now You Made Me
Lose My Choo-Chhoo Train
Of Thought....

Oh Yeah, We're Here For The
Entertainment, And We Are
Totally Part Of The Show...

((All The Actual Parts.))

Say THAT Twice.

At Least.

But We Aren’t The Author,
Or Whatever We Think
Passes As One...

(Unless You
   LOVE GUILT
    SOOO MUCH.)

It's Entertainment For Creation
And Continues To Flow...
Pro-Creating Each Re-Birth
With The Same Probability
Re-Excitement Every Moment!

That Smallest Moment: NOW!

Despite All The Madness
Manifested Around It.

Typical.

-Gray Squirrel

12-18-2025


Zooming About

Beep beep as the car drives past
Zooming around so very fast
Wow, Look at him go
Sorry, but no time to stop or go slow!

Whoosh whoosh as the airplane fly’s by
White tracks in the sky as it fly’s high
Where will it go?
A place so cold where it will start to snow!?

Brum brum as the motorbike roars around
Makes a loud noise with its engine sound
Look at all the clothes he has to wear.
And the big hat that covers his hair!

Choo choo as the train passes town
It reaches the station and slows down
It’s long and carries lots of girls and boys
As it moves off it makes such a noise!

Splash splash as the boat skims the sea
Bobbing along, it’s fun you’ll have to agree!
Look at her fishing with her pretty blue rod 
She may catch a shark!..or maybe a cod!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member abracadabra purple doors


"Abracadabra Purple Doors"

Abracadabra
boo!
Coo coo ca choo


Candide Diderot. ‘24





Some think abracadabra comes from the Hebrew phrase “ebrah k'dabri,” and means “I create as I speak,'” - while others think it comes from “avra gavra,” an Aramaic phrase meaning “I will create man” — the words of God on the sixth day of creation.



“When God created Woman, he was working late on the sixth day. An Angel came by and asked, ‘Why spend so much time on her?’ The Lord answered, ‘Have you seen all the specifications I have to meet to shape her?’”  “‘She must function in all kinds of situations."

DAYS OF OLD 40's

We had;
  The face behind 
the mask and
Chattanooga
 choo, choo.
   A boy and his dog and
Bill and Coo.

   We three and
Gaslight.
   The black cat and 
Dead of the night.

   A string of pearls and
Bambi.
   Candid Camera and
Hop along Cassidy.

   Moonlight cocktail 
And Dumbo.
   Java jive and
Pinocchio.

   Paper doll and 
Shoo, shoo, baby.
   Blueberry hill and 
Yankee doodle dandy.

   Glenn Miller and
Doris Day.
   Linda and
Dorian Gray.

   Dead man's eyes and
Ed Sullivan Show.
   Jekyll and Hyde and
Abbott and Costello.

   In the mood and
The Lone Ranger.
   Frank Sinatra and
A woman to remember.

   Cat people and
Citizen Cane.
   Fantasia and
John Wayne.

Turbo1904?
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Shoes Or More Shoes

Special thanks to DT for inspiration 
Your shoe sharing’s worth utter admiration 


Only one pair of shoes, one purse and one dress - 
Women's tough choices - source of daily distress. 

I'm faithfully in love with all my shoes 
With clear understanding, not confused.

When one is on the go, the others wait 
For their turn for a special dress code date. 

I don't denounce their origin, per se, 
In every one I will step all the way. 

After all an Asian make - still a shoe, 
If bearing the red brand of Jimmy Choo. 

I treat them all with equal tender care, 
Designed they are but not designed to share. 

I'd lend my toothbrush for a single use 
Before you lay you feet into my shoes. 

Not implying foul odour, unrefined, 
But if that is the case, better me mine. 

Too bad, a pair of soles, chic and sublime, 
Can only be flaunted, one at a time. 

——————————————————————

Two Pairs Of Shoes 

Fashion hound, that I am
I have shoes for every occasion
One black pair of Adidas
Probably made by some East Asian

I only have one pair of feet
Why would I need two pairs of shoes?
I can only wear one pair at a time
Besides, I'm easily confused

Should you ever find me out with two pair
And you happen to be in a bind
I am the kind of fella that shares
Just remember, the black Adidas are mine.


    July 30 2017
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2017
Form: Rhyme

Tea With Bigfoot

Well! How ya doin' ? Come on in,
the door ain't got no lock,
and let me help you sit right down
before you die of shock.
Yes, home for me is this Big Leaf Maple,
bijou but it's alright,
not increased in value but
it's sure increased in height.
Carved myself a second floor and
when the sap had hardened
hung wallpaper in vintage flock
I got from 'Home and Garden'.
Mossy carpet- not ideal,
it's just the roof keeps leaking
and no point in having windows, with
the way this place keeps creaking.
I see you like my shoe collection;
Valentino, Choo, Louboutin,
'fraid I haven't bought them, they're
from cabins I've been looting.
Impractical for this terrain, the heels snap
at the back,
so outdoors I wear furry UGGS, they leave
much better tracks.
My make-up table's basic, yeah,
I'm really no trailblazer
got just a tub of Bison dung, a flea comb
and a razor.
Diet? I'm an Omnivore, I hope that you approve,
berries, shoots and Hazelnuts, and
anything that moves.
Card table leaning on the wall, I use
for Solitaire
which probably explains why you're sat on the only chair.
Don't socialize much, not at all,
it's due to all the hype
and guys with crossbows, guns and cameras
really aren't my type.
I've scanned lonely hearts classifieds
there's not one that I've missed
but if you read their profiles,well-
I'm not sure they exist.
Don't get me wrong, I've got some pals,
Ol' Nessie keeps in touch
but crossing the Atlantic's tough
she doesn't do it much.
Yeti is still thriving in the mountains of Tibet,
I saw him once on cable- no, I haven't met him yet.
We three through all controversy
and media storms we've weathered
content to dwell in hearts and minds
in legend, and forever.
So thanks for calling, loved our chat
and so I'll say goodnight,
and should somebody ask you, hey:
you haven't seen me. Right?
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.

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