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There is no specific appearance attributed
to the horrifying Boogeyman, he may resemble
Windico or diabolic Krampus; these creatures
are spiteful and like to punish only the good kids.
In my childhood he came around and hunted
my longest nights and alone I started to tremble.
The frightening Boogieman was after the young boys,
he was as frightening as ghosts and gave goosy bumps;
he stalked nice kids who tickled their little chubby bear
at home when their mom was busy styling her frizzy hair.
He came around dusk and peaked in laughing to spot
beautiful children doing their homework by lamplight;
with lots of whims on his mind he got ready to act,
but he didn't know that the Bulldog felt no fright.
He pushed the unlocked door and barged in, then every kid
screamed and ran to the bathroom with a face of white wax;
his groan was a thunder, brave mother swung the long ax...
but the ferocious Bulldog attacked him without being afraid.
The Boogeyman looked too confident, but was overcome by bites
and profusely bled on the chicken floor, he was a defeated fiend;
the watchful Bulldog made sure that he didn't get up and opened eyes:
no mercy for such a monster, justice was done by the kids' best friend.
Sweet little girl Susan,
Returning from school,
On her way back home,
Found a little pup alone,
Hitting car was gone,
Injured in leg groaning !
Kind hearted Susan
Brought him home
Named him Bruzo,
Took him to doctor,
Wounds healed fast,
Care best medicine !
Cattie her sweet cat,
Made friends with Bruzo,
Licked his tender face,
Cooed and soothed,
Bruzo was thrilled,
Love was a sweet pill !
Guggu, the talkative parrot,
Chirped from his cage,
Susan was a little sage,
Birds animals or mankind,
To all she was equally kind,
Her love was totally blind !
Dear child of her parents,
Her pink chubby cheeks,
A broad smile on her face,
Could reduce grief to a trace,
Her small world full of grace,
Everyone she would embrace,
One home and so much fun,
Many toys but had no gun,
Fairy appeared out of her book,
Swayed magic wand, gave her a wish,
Goodness in life never goes waste,
Never ignore anyone in a haste!
Written on 11/7/14
Contest- Children's fable
Sponsor - Carol Easman
Awarded 1st place
OH, beware the Huffle-Winks
fear the magic in their eyes
for they hold the secret
of why the dragons fly.
For in the distant mountains
where the Huffle-Winks
a dragon paints the sunrise
in fire breathing pinks
while the Huffle-winks
a chubby lot
eat breakfast from
an empty pot.
yes, dragon’s see
the strangest things
while flying high
on Huffle-wings.
So close your eyes
do some Huffle-Winking
spread those wings
do some Huffle-Thinking
But before you gaze
at the Huffle-winks
go ask a dragon
what he thinks.
©5/10/2018
submitted to – Dragons, Dragonflies, and Huffle-winks – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Caren Krutsinger
The six plump chicken were
locked in a cage, while Witch
Hazel stirred up her favorite
sage.
She sharpened her carving
knife, licking her lips,
dreaming of deep- fried
toddler chips.
But Burf sneezed a
colossal explosion, causing a
massive, catastrophic commotion.
His flying mucus hit Hazel smack
in the eye, making the wicked old
hag scream and cry.
While she blinded and cursing
her luck, Leo pulled out a squeaking
toy duck.
He squeaked it so loudly, she tripped
on her broom, crashing face- first into
a pile of perfume.
The smelly mist made the old witch
sneeze, dropping the cage key right
by their knees.
Pip grabbed the keys with his
chubby left toes, while Hazel
was violently blowing her nose.
They unlocked the door and tiptoed
right out, but the floorboards creaked
loudly, sparking a shout.
"I'll eat you for breakfast!"
the furious witch roared,
charging ahead as her anger
soared.
But clever young Chloe had
anticipated the chase, and
squirted a bottle of cheese
in her face.
The bright yellow cheddar
blocked Hazel's sight,
making her stumble left
instead of right.
She slipped on a stray,
greasy sausage link,
tumbling backward right into
the sink.
Her pointy black hat got
stuck in the drain, while the
children laughed hard at her
bubbly pain.
They didn't just run; they
decided to play, and threw
all her magical potions away.
They poured sticky maple
syrup over the floor, making
it a trap from the couch to
the door.
When Hazel escaped the
soapy sink basin, heavy
boots started to slide and
glisten.
She did a wild split and spun
like a top, crashing headfirst
into a bucket and mop.
The six joyful kids did a
victory dance, waving a pair
of the witch's spare pants.
They skipped out the door
with a triumphant cheer,
leaving the sticky witch
crying in fear.
I hold your tiny soft chubby hand
As we stroll barefoot on the sand
You chatter and giggle constantly
About what you have collected and what you see
You are sweet, innocent and pure of heart
Your little face an angelic work of art
Without pretence you speak your mind
No mean intention ,no thought unkind
You live only in each moment
No worries ,no baggage, no need for atonement
Your mind is clear not confused
Fresh, eager and ready to use
You only see life as black and white
Yes or no, good or bad, wrong or right
I wish you could stay this young and naive
And always view life as you presently perceive….
The Christmas Pies
His manner was crusty and grouchy, hunched over, he looked very slouchy
Instead of good cheer he was happy when someone would cry
He hated each time it was snowing and some chubby elf ho ho hoing
And wished that the reindeer he owned never learned how to fly
No tinsel and light for adoring, he found it incredibly boring
And presents with ribbons and bows he would just never buy
Then one day when he was out walking, complaining inside, steady squawking
Up there on a window sill something real sweet he did spy
He figured it would be quite funny, and that’s where this poem gets punny
He reached up and ran off with some little kid’s Christmas pie
He ate till his stomach was hurting and all that he ate came out blurting
Now rolling in pain he cried out that he wished he could die
When up strolled the little kid playing and seeing what he was displaying
He wanted to help him he knew that he just had to try
He helped him up, showed he was caring, the old man just constantly staring
He couldn’t believe that a tear slowly formed in his eye
“I know that you heard I was yelping, but I can’t believe you are helping
A man who has stolen a treat that you’ve come to rely”
He answered his voice was so mellow, to this quite unfortunate fellow
That lending a hand to the needy, the season was nigh
So off to the bakery strolling, while church bells in steeples were tolling
He pointed and picked every flavor that he could surmise
Then to this young boy he delivered, a smile on his face it now quivered
A dozen or more wrapped in bows, freshly baked Christmas pies
Written for Michelle Faulkner’s Punny Holiday Pies Poetry Contest.
The title I chose was "The Pie who stole Christmas"
However, I could not keep it in the confines of the 20 line limit in the contest.
So, I thought I’d share it with you anyway. No sense wasting a poem.
The Princess in her tower tall
With oaken door and granite wall
Sat sobbing at the window high
“Will someone save me” she did sigh
“Fear not young maid,“ a voice did shout
“For I am here, to get you out;
I have a cunning plan, so sly
To free you from your tower high
I’ll dress as does a man who’s poor
Then knock upon the outer door
And when the guard doth then unlock
I’ll beat his head in with this rock”
“Kind Prince” she said from up above
“You’re someone, I could truly love
But your attempt will be in vain
To rescue me you’ll need a crane
Although your planning may seem sound
I weigh three hundred and twenty pounds”
The prince then pondered hard and long
And wondered where he’d gone so wrong
He yearned to be a Royal hubby
But not to one who’s quite so chubby.
© John W Fenn 03-12-2008
Form:
Gertrude is the sexiest thing I have ever seen!
The dolphin told me, and not to be mean.
He did not know I had a crush on him.
So I went out with him to the Keys for a swim.
I expected to see a svelte siren or pretty mermaid
Here in the midst of Florida’s non-Everglade.
But when I saw who she was I thought how can this be?
My handsome dolphin is in love with a manatee?
Isn’t she beautiful? Dooey the Dolphin asked with a sigh.
If he’s enamored with this he’s certainly not really my guy.
Gertrude the manatee is a blob lump of chubby gray flesh.
She does not wear Spanx or any kind of hold-it-in mesh.
“She is a delight,” I lied through my pie hole, staring at the scene.
This is his princess, his desired, his true love? His queen?
I left him there, swimming in the ocean with the big fatty.
Hopefully in telling this tale, I’m not being too catty.
A child's sky
Subtle emotions in heart,
till he grows up real smart,
Tears scroll down the chubby cheek,
for a toy meagre and meek!
Steals eye to slip out of house,
dad's anger is tough to douse,
The joy of winning marbles,
soon withers with growing barbels!
Mom is after for the meals,
not eating, puts her on heels,
Annoyance that ends in love,
Countless blessings from above!
Courage and zeal see no dearth,
angel gets heaven on earth,
Holy soul knows no deceit,
a child's sky has winsome fleets !!
Written Feb 18th, 2015
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma joined soup on May 16th, 2013
Iambic heptameter for Giorgio's contest
'Twas the night before Christmas'...
We all know how that goes,
A sleigh, some reindeer and cherry red nose.
The chubby guy with a bag full of loot,
Soot and ashes all over his suit.
Well this tale isn't about the poem or song,
It really happened and won't take long.
So, I'll get to the telling,
Of something quite compelling.
It happened one Christmas eve,
Something, so odd, you may not believe.
Santa fell asleep in my favorite chair,
The sight of that gave us a terrible scare.
There were millions of kids yet to go
And this fat guy might never show.
He needed a pick-me-up that's for sure.
A shot of adrenaline would just be the cure.
Not having that, we did what we could.
8 Red Bulls, plus coffee, would be just as good.
He quickly downed them, and got all hyped up,
Like a huge volcano about to erupt.
He hopped in his sleigh and started to fly,
Waved and yelled a hearty goodbye.
This delay could have been tragic,
But Christmas, we know, has special magic.
Kids soon had presents under their trees.
It's a good thing we didn't offer Santa Sleepy Time tea.