Long Jacko Poems
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Singing and dancing,
as the last to arrive,
he outshone his brothers
in the Jackson Five.
Moonwalking across the stage,
he was quite the fancy dancer,
but what happened to his other glove,
is a question no one can answer.
Comparing the early to his later work,
you can hear it when he sings,
Michael the 'King of Pop',
put a new complexion on things.
But in '85, with 'We Are The World',
he was dead wrong,
when he wrote the lyric
to the song,
as, from sea to shining sea,
on this globe there is much more,
than only that there north American shore.
Yet, Billie Jean (not his lover) was just a girl
who claims that he is the one,
and Bubbles brought on many troubles,
but the chimp is not his son.
Most people have a second side
A side that's not always sunny
I have two sides like everyone else
But my both sides are funny
Haven't a clue how it happened
My parents were normal folks
Don't remember them ever being silly
Or even telling some jokes
Sure glad I have this “silly” gene
Life's a lot easier to endure
Can't imagine waking up with a scowl
Foreign to me for dang sure
Guess I'm one of the lucky dudes
Passing along just one thing
Think of your life without any winter
A life that's eternally spring
That's how Jacko survives each day
Pushing negatives off the cart
It certainly ain't that damn difficult
Think positive right from the start
They say everyone has a second side
Mine is giggles either way
An example of a truly fortunate soul
With laughter and fun every day!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Mom & Dad must have been primates
Coz bananas are my favourite foods
When it comes to stuff Jacko eats a lot of
For bananas they're in the mood
Whenever they passed a bush with vines
Something deep down inside
Urges them to climb up and beat their chest
Some primordial force to abide
Bananas for breakfast, lunch or dinner
With mounds of yummy whipped cream
Oh heavenly joy! There ain't nuttin' finer
They're the object of all our dreams
Okay, I'll try to get back to reality now
But each time I hear an old squeeze box
Get all excited and feel like performing
It invades my innermost thoughts
Sitting here typing while peeling a banana
Is there help for someone like me
My skin has definitely got a yellow tinge
Often hang from our backyard tree!
Mom and Dad must have been primates
Other signs are too numerous to tell
Obsessed by scratching my armpits raw
And honking my honker as well!
Clear the track, here comes Jack
Or Johnny Canuck to some
To a bunch of friends on Poetry Soup
He's that Wacko Jacko bum!
He's Canadian eh! From way up north
From the land of ice and snow
He eats bowls of nails for breakfast
Wearing manly lumberjack clothes
“Good day eh! How's it goin' eh?”
Are two of his favourite greets
As he polishes off his morning brew
With a slab of uncooked meat
He's a tough old dude, that's for sure
With mush instead of brains
A grizzled good natured son of a gun
With love running through his veins
He'd give you the shirt right off his back
But it's too damn cold up here
For fear of freezing his nipples off
Instead he's just say, “Wanna beer?”
Clear the track, here comes Jack
Or Johnny Canuck to some
To a bunch of friends on Poetry Soup
He's that Wacko Jacko bum!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Must maintain my upbeatness
Through all the hassles of moving
Must grin and giggle with each annoyance
Till things finally start improving
Haven't eaten for more a week
Can't find our horde of Chef Boyardee
The best is their new Over Stuffed Ravioli
Consumed in a minute twenty-three
Considering my sexy rotund chassis
My options are becoming so much less
There's a conspiracy by all the food makers
They want to see me in a bigger dress
They don't know who they're dealing with
They call me Big Jacko the Fit
Kids run for cover when they see me coming
But don't tell them I also like to knit
© Jack Ellison 2015
The title describes me to a tee
No matter how hard I try at times
To be tough and manly and masculine
A softie is how I'm defined
Guess it's not always a bad way to be
Cold hearted is sure not this guy
If you're able to read between the lines
That's where this dude resides
Try very hard to always be honest
But it's not always easy to do
Some factors contribute every damn day
To disguise the real you
So call this guy a real “old softy”
That's a real compliment you see
Will keep on spreading the love around
“Jacko The Softy”, that's me!
© Jack Ellison 2015
A LOVE POEM FROM JACKO
What did I hear... a love poem from Jacko?
Sure y'all know, he's a bit over the hill
But Jacko can still excite those pretty li'l ladies
With words of love or a poem bout roadkill
Forgive me, my train leaves the tracks at times
I'll be okay once the medication kicks in
I'm susceptible to weird and strange scenarios
Like ladies feverishly massaging my skin
Again I'm sorry, this was meant as a love poem
Turned out to be a little like a laugher
This damn brain often slips away from me
Off on a strange tangent and sorry after
If you know me at all, you'll totally understand
My brain is quite different than most
Wirings all screwed, my eyes are quite crossed
Quite weird but you still hear me boast
This is supposed to be a sweet wee love poem
What the hell, my brain is out of whack
Okay the spirit of poetry is alive and quite well
Next it'll be about my exploits in the sack!
(Doesn't quite do it, eh?)
Mom & Dad must have been primates
Coz bananas are my favourite foods
When it comes to stuff Jacko eats a lot of
For bananas they're in the mood
Whenever they passed a bush with vines
Something deep down inside
Urges them to climb up and beat their chest
Some primordial force to abide
Bananas for breakfast, lunch or dinner
With mounds of yummy whipped cream
Oh heavenly joy! There ain't nuttin' finer
They're the object of all our dreams
Okay, I'll try to get back to reality now
But each time I hear an old squeeze box
Get all excited and feel like performing
It invades my innermost thoughts
Sitting here typing while peeling a banana
Is there help for someone like me
My skin has definitely got a yellow tinge
Often hang from our backyard tree!
Mom and Dad must have been primates
Other signs are too numerous to tell
Obsessed by scratching my armpits raw
And honking my honker as well!