Long Kazoo Poems
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Jasper’s tale of woe, he tended to completely embellish,
Until these stories got worrisomely-gruesome, some even hellish.
Agnes, his wife and he were no longer invited to parties, yours or mine.
His wife was relieved, but Jasper, the story-embellisher started to whine.
Maybe we need to be a bit more entertaining, she suggested.
So they began several new hobbies, neither one of them contested.
They learned yoga, and karate, and Agnes learned to play the kazoo.
He learned roller blading and hopscotch, and brought home a digeridoo.
They realized suddenly, after learning all these things, and without a whit of sadness,
To want to be friends with the dull neighbors on their block was simply a silly madness.
There’s a panda tap dancing in hobnails
There’s an octopus mixing up cocktails
A bush kangaroo
Blows on a kazoo
While the band are all tadpoles or pond-snails
A gorilla is dancing the tango
With a chimp who’s still holding a mango
The chimp wins the crown
For getting on down
To the lambada and the fandango
At the bar there’s a drunk alligator
And he’s fancies a croc who’s the waiter
With so many teeth
He knew there’d be grief
So he’s seeing a pelican later
Well the peacock so prim and resplendent
Gave his coat to the cloakroom attendant
Chicks don’t check him out
Because he’s without
His plumage on which he’s dependant
Then the moose said it soon will be nine
Please finish your beer or your wine
It’s eight fifty-eight
His key’s in the gate
So try not to leave any sign
There's a pen near the big rabbit hutch
With a sign saying please do not touch
A young lad from Goring
Said Pandas are boring
They don’t seem to do very much
B-flat instrument, a written C
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Rather embarrassing sound, wouldn't you say?
They laughed at him, and he never knew why.
"Buzzing the mouthpeice" is a navises mistake
well practiced players would laugh you right
out of the stagiung area or worst if's done around
showtime. Dude acted like he was playing a kazoo
humming and buzzing no clear sound: Meaty Begul
the lead trumpeter grabbed that Knucklehead by the
collar and told him to stop playin round, get serious!
He cussed him up to noon time and back down to
midnight!
Multiphonics is one thing but "Blurp Blowing is another!
Session ten and only the third song: we gotta long night
tonight!
"Auh wuh oh: ooh ah wuh" sounds like something a Man
in love would do" Auh )Wuh ooh( Tell me you love me too!"
That we our lines were when we put down the trumpets;
than that thump! Whump! Whump! (we say) AuhOOh-OOH!
: than back to trumpeting!
That's an increased level of OOh-Auh's!
The next one is a wedding ballad:
"Stand Alone Til I Get There"
! " Personal Spoken Promises,
me standing at the altar
stand allone
I'm all alone
She said
Stand alone til I get there
every faith
and in every genre
stand alone
Stand alone til I
Get there
Ya'l get it we Rock this one! " Resta in piedi da solo finché non arrivo."
Shoot! Nothing like killing spree to bookend August 2019!
The latest homicide,
where gunman(men) slew
dirty deed done dirt cheap
half dozen innocent people drew
minimal horrific gasps, now a new
month (September two
thousand nineteen)
where goldenrods yellow
with morning dew
encompassing human zoo
welcomes unsuspecting killer(s) true
to form - predictably
will undertake to fire bullet(s)
setting calibrating counting queue
as month nine allows brisk business
bereaved will final adieu,
whether gentile nor Jew,
perhaps including
child named Caillou
instantaneously slain, who
knew
not what felled them
engrossed amidst social ballyhoo
ex post facto registering grievous hue
pallbearers accentuating somber view
eclipsing most recent prior massacres
similar to previous you
ululations yesterday's sorrows
without handy dandy blue's clue
motive explaining
cold blooded slaughter
unsurprising discovery
firearms Jane/ John Q.
Public kept stashed loaded, deployed...
guns up the kazoo
cocked, gauged, primed...
for unleaded opportunity
to unleash barrage
invariable generating hullabaloo
to curb bloody violence
trumpeting predictable brew
ha ha alloyed against National
Rifle Association almighty
Republican supported lobbyist crew
versus increased uproar
protesters chorus nearly few
tile opposition pitted grand Poobah
despite alarming statistics shew
plus increasing fresh gravesites dug
amidst freshly mowed fescue
attesting to wanton shell shocked
headlines indiscriminate brew
tilly assaulting sensibilities
without rhyme nor reason
yet, yours truly doth boo
leave rampant hatred
directly linkedin to
"FAKE" commander in chief
whose rabid vitriol hue
man fountainhead few
ming and frothing
lathers up right wing supremacists
greenlighting smoldering new
bile radicals hot headed
volatile mindset whereby
self anointed anarchistic Guru
possibly fuels global warming
evidenced by displaced Eskimos
flooding courtesy melting igloo!
Growing up I always had
Some very special friends
Where we shared in everything
Even our love for Heavy Death Metal Bands
But every time one of us
Pick up an instrument
Whether banging, blowing, or strumming
We never made a lick of sense
That is until we found the jewel
That we all could play
Which turned around our tender lives
And tenderized us all that day
Now we travel the country side
With our own road crew
In a Heavy Death Metal Band
Where we all play Kazoo's
The very first Kazoo's we purchased
Came from the Five & Dime
But were able to throw down for the better stuff
Once our careers all started to climb
Now when we step out into the lights
Taking center stage
It's worth the pain in our vibrating lips
To see adoration on a groupies face
And playing lead Kazoo
Isn't as easy as it looks
You've got to hold your lips just right
To come up with those major hooks
We used to open up for other Metal Bands
Like AC/DC and Metallica
Pretty soon though our style passed them by
Leaving those sissies in top 40 dust
Because next to us they played soft rock
And when your "Axe" is a killer Kazoo
The others stand around dumb founded
With no clue of what to do
Don't get me wrong this rock and roll road
Isn't always paved in gold
Day in and day out in a Kazoo Death Metal Band
Can take away your very soul...
Top of the Morning to you
It is a beautiful day, right cousin Lou?
Until the parade starts, what shall we do?
We have to entertain ourselves ‘til two.
My idea is to buy corned beef for Sue.
She is the best cook in Kalamazoo.
While it is on simmer, here is what we will do
Round up your harmonica and my kazoo
Top of the morning to you Bonnie McDew
Want to watch the parade with us at two?
You’ve invited too many women already said Lou.
Mrs. McLeary’s cow Bessie went “moo!”
I asked Bessie “Where is your cousin Stew?”
They were always getting into trouble, these two.
The horse tried to tattle, but his super long snout grew.
So I knew he was lying about Bessie and Stew.
Towards love we will go to where it is soft
to touch the perch on which he lays his heart
perhaps I'll meet him in the Holy loft
up on that place where lovers never part
Beside his soul I'll hover still as tree
without a sound to break the spell of love
my eyes will speak of tender poetry
to him, who woos me like a turtle dove
I'll bellow out and sound like a kazoo
and he will surely hear my mating call
approaching from the heaven's oh so blue
a paramour of beauty five feet tall
I'll meet him in the sky so tender oft
inside this dream of old impassioned soft*
Inside this dream of old impassioned soft
the beating of my wings against your chest
we must arrive no matter what the cost
inside this Shangri-La of joy and bless
To press my cheek against your velvet crush
and run my fingers through your ebon hair
to whisper words of love until you blush
beneath that sweet emollient moon so fair
For when our souls begin to journey on
to where the stars are shining their own light
I'll be the luster that will heal your qualms
and bring you to me like a shining knight
when hour is shorn and we are born again
we'll be together like, one last Amen*
We'll be together like one last Amen
and live as dusk and dawn by ocean view
we'll soar like angels in God's glistening den
then you will know for sure that I love you
we won't be needing food or clothes or drink
I'll be a Rose of Sharon in your hand
inside this special place we'll seal the link
forget the world out there, its simply grand
when lovers meet beyond all space and time
there is nowhere to go but deep inside
when lovers love with pure hearts so Divine
the bells of Notre Dame are on our side
so let us be the ether of loves waft,
towards love we will go to where its soft.
I once knew a lady from Seattle.
When she stole my heart,
I was a horse without a saddle.
With long blonde-brown hair
And a devilish grin,
She smelled of baking
Powder and cinnamon.
That's no jest,
She bakes the best,
Though kisses even better
(On the nights we find a sitter.)
Oh, she'll ring your bell,
But, alas, gentlemen never tell.
Six years wed
The wild joy of children
Pulled in a sled,
Crying and laughing,
Stomping and romping,
And that's just us,
As lovers,
As partners,
As friends.
Stepping into the future
With you in hand,
Is a wonderful miracle
of madness and love,
support and struggle,
sandwiches and sandwiches.
Suddenly hungry,
I've lost my rhyme.
Not to fret, though,
My love I have found in you,
through you, as we breathe as one
Along our endless laundried days.
Like a deleted lovers scene
From the movie "Lagaan,"
We sing and dance for the other
Laughing into the sun.
Happy 6th Anniversary, Babe,
I repledge my love to you.
My heart is a duck parade
And your the kazoo.
Words appear on a page but I see them not
I am in a foul mood, and determined to keep it.
There is ugliness afoot, in my mind of minds.
Halfheartedly, I pick up my I-pad
Poised to play an hour of scrabble games
My avatar looks incredibly silly
She has purple and blue hair, and she has a kazoo.
She is wearing a number one on her chest.
I stare at her, she is as weird as I am.
She sticks out her tongue, which makes me mad.
I am the ruler of this at least.
Anyway, I think so.
I stare at my letters and rearrange them.
Prkgoda what the heck?
I am too irritated to come up with dog or park
Mad as hops I play a two letter word for five points. Pa.
I might be a few years too late
As this has been decades in the making
But I'm going through with a commune
To give a few hippies something to do
So I wrote an ad, put it on a list
They say this guy Craig is the best
Now my yard is filled with hippies by the score
Or would the proper way be to say hippies galore
I hurried them all into the house
It wouldn't do for the neighbors to find this out
I set up booths in different rooms
I handed out name tags and colorful kazoo's
Don't let it be said I run a shabby commune
You gotta keep the hippies happy in all you do
That's why I have a calendar of special events
From karaoke kazoo to rug making with hemp
On Tuesday's we basket weave, Wednesday's we kite
But never in the day as hippies burn in the light
(Or is that Vampires...scratch that, that may not be right)
I even hired a Jerry Garcia look a like
To call out the numbers on Bingo night
All this hard work hasn't gone for not
Communes and Jefferson Airplane tunes last week called me up
They'd like to feature me in their magazine
A full page article on living the dream
Where I can help others to have their very on
Commune to invite a few hippies along
So go out if you can to a magazine stand
Read how it's done then buy you some land
We'll have hippie commune's from one end to the other
No color nor creed just sisters and brothers