Long Hogg Poems
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Shy of condition
Shyness afflicted
Shy opaque canvas butterfly
Who only speaks when addressed
Oh shy , Oh shy
Opaque butterfly
Who only speaks when addressed
Converses only in chilling whispers
shyness permitting
Corner to corner when in a room searching camouflage in which
to shelter cloak invisibility
Personable , polite , contrite yet
sadly lacking personality
Apart from shyness to call
on as a solent friend and crutch
to lean upon
So shy and friendless butterfly
has no one but himself to pacify
his mental health
On the outside but still a bystander
fenced in by wall's built out of social
convention barricade stone's
Alone is shy with untapped depth
bound and blighted by crippling
stage fright
For fear of letting one's presence
be known and felt in company
But no less worthy of being heard
than those who crave and hogg the
limelight for themselves
Who are probably no less or
even more insecure than the
terminal shy
Both suffer from the same
personality condition
just express themselves
in different or their own way
Shy , eccentric , exhibitionist
two sides of the same coin
Unable to express oneself
for fear of being torn apart
for being different
In a world shepherded by sheep
where everyone aspires to be a
lookalike
Everyone eventually ends up
looking like mutton dressed
up in lamb's designer wool
With the wool pulled firmly
over our eye's
I live in Hazzard County and I am Deputy Enos Strate.
I'm a virgin because Daisy Duke is the only girl I want to date.
People like me because I'm Hazzard's only honest cop.
I had my own show over 30 years ago but it was a flop.
I work for Sheriff Coltrane and J.D. Hogg and if you deal with them, you will get conned.
I eat the General Lee's dust and I constantly drive my patrol car into the Hazzard Pond.
I wreck a lot of cars because the Duke Boys are who I have to chase.
People make fun of me because I always have a silly grin on my face.
I was humiliated when Bo and Luke hung me on the wall like a side of beef.
Rosco always calls me a dipstick and because of him, I've seen a lot of grief.
Daisy won't marry me even though I try again and again.
I guess that I'm doomed to die a sexually frustrated virgin.
(This poem was inspired by The Dukes of Hazzard TV show.)
Writing anything political can throw fuel on a fire,
but these Limericks are not meant to ignite anyone.
Just a bit of humor in my opinion. Yes, we all have one.
A Musk rat and a vengeful dog
Both wantin' to be called Boss Hogg
In a rocket they'll launch
The critter with a paunch
Always croaking like a bullfrog
Trump wrote a poem about the day
A verse about those who will pay
For insubordination
He'll demand castration
Through vengeance, he will get his way
Took them all to the launching pad
The rat, the dog, Fat Kim and Vlad
Cast them into deep space
Earth will be a safer place
When it's saved from those who are madddd
Kim Jong Un asked to be on board
It was a seat he could afford
"Take Putin for the ride"
Trump wants him at his side
Into space and beyond they soared
The real 'rocket man,' evil Kim
Thinks the world should belong to him
Trump and Vlad lost in space
Lil Pudge will take their place
And King will be his pseudonym
‘Great Scott, shucks and darn, I’ve gone and lost a shoe’
cursed the elephant followed by ‘this simply will not do!’
‘The blasted thing is far too loose, I should have had it mended!
So, whoever has found my shoe must now be apprehended!
I’ll search all day and through the night, for months if it be needed,
I will not give up the search until I have succeeded.
They cost a mint and are the finest shoes in all the land,
To think someone has got my shoe is a thought I cannot stand!’
The search began with lion Bill who also loved his shoes,
but he had to catch him quick as he was packing for his cruise
‘I do not have your shoe’ said Bill ‘you really are a clot!
For I’m size nine and you’re a twelve, unless you had forgot?’
He searched each house one by one but couldn’t find his shoe,
He even tried Hyena Geoff, Tim the Hogg and all the Zebras too.
None of them had seen his shoe or even had a notion,
But Jemima the Gazelle did suggest a memory potion.
Crocodile Joe mixed him a concoction of the finest,
said ‘this should help you find your shoe or else will help your sinus!’
‘Gee whiz, son of a gun and jumpin’ Jiminy Cricket,
My shoe is at the cobblers shop it says so on this ticket!’
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
Phil embraced his disability when he acquired it,
And took up the disability sport of para-triathlon,
Where you swim, cycle and race a set distance:
He broke his back in 1991 in a cycling incident.
His nickname at school was Oggy, he was cool,
And is tattooed with Elvis, the king and the man,
He’s from Heanor in Derbyshire, trains at LUT,
Has two kids, Sam and Grace to know and love.
In the 2013 Para-triathlon European Champs,
In Antalya which is in Turkey, he won the gold,
And at some more Euros in Kitzbühel in Austria,
2014, he won silver. His times were epitomes.
In the 2014 ITU Para-triathlon World Champs,
He won another silver: that was in Canada,
In Edmonton, and in 2015 at the Euros again,
In Geneva, he yet again won a silver medal.
2016, and the Buffalo City ITU World Champs,
Phil came home in 01:12:09, 1 hr and 12 mins,
Then the Lisbon ETU Triathlon Euro Champs,
And Phil raced in a time of 1 hr, 6 mins and 22.
Strathclyde, and the ITU World Paratriathlon,
And Phil finished in a time of 1 hr and 10.50,
Then the Rotterdam ITU Paratriathlon Worlds,
And Phil completed the course in 01:07:46.
In Rio Phil finished in 8th place, and previously,
Before para-triathlon, he did wheelchair racing,
Completing many Bupa runs, like Great North,
And he also owns 13 caps for w/c basketball.
I'm Boss Hogg and Rosco keeps trying to eat my food.
It's been my dream to see Daisy Duke in the nude.
The Duke boys keep fighting me because I'm a crook.
If you do business with me, you're going to get took.
Lulu is my wife and she's even fatter than me.
I'm going to hire a hitman so that I can be free.
It really bothers me because Rosco is my brother-in-law.
I puked all over the floor because Lulu just took off her bra.
Rosco can't catch the Duke boys, the souped up General Lee causes him to fail.
I will see Daisy naked and I won't rest until those Duke boys are in jail!
(This poem was inspired by The Dukes of Hazzard TV show which is my 2nd favorite TV show.)
I'm Boss Hogg and Rosco keeps trying to eat my food.
It's been my dream to see Daisy Duke in the nude.
The Duke boys keep fighting me because I'm a crook.
If you do business with me, you're going to get took.
Lulu is my wife and she's even fatter than me.
I'm going to hire a hitman so that I can be free.
It really bothers me because Rosco is my brother-in-law.
I puked all over the floor because Lulu just took off her bra.
Rosco can't catch the Duke boys, the souped up General Lee causes him to fail.
I will see Daisy naked and I won't rest until those Duke boys are in jail!
(This poem was inspired by The Dukes of Hazzard TV show which is my 2nd favorite TV show.)
We're Bo and Luke Duke and we fight crime.
When criminals tangle with us, they do hard time.
Uncle Jesse gets his fat carcass stuck every time he gets in the General Lee.
When we tell him that he's getting too fat, he puts us over his knee.
It's really embarrassing when grown men get spanked.
Our asses are still stinging because of Jesse's hand and he sure doesn't get thanked.
We have to run from Enos, Rosco and Cletus.
Most people shoot at us when they meet us.
We're good ol' country boys, we do nothing unlawful.
But the fuzz keeps chasing us anyway, isn't that awful?
Whenever Luke and I get arrested, Uncle Jesse has to use the mortage payment for bail.
Maybe we're not such good crime fighters because we can't even send Boss Hogg to jail.
(This poem was inspired by The Dukes of Hazzard TV show.)
I'm the sheriff and my name is Rosco P. Coltrane.
People in Hazzard know that the P is for pea-brain.
I work for Commissioner Jefferson Davis Hogg.
He hates the Dukes and he also hates my dog.
I usually get a cut of the take from my fat brother-in-law.
I love his evil schemes and I love to pinch his flabby jaws.
Everybody knows that I'm a bumbling sheriff, I'm sure not a genius.
I can't catch those Duke boys and neither can my dipstick deputy Enos.
After wrecking all of those patrol cars, I was pretty damn lucky to survive.
But my character came to an end anyway when the Dukes of Hazzard was cancelled in 1985.
(This poem was inspired by the Dukes of Hazzard TV show.)