Long Magoo Poems
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Bajillion years after proto humans experienced woe
countless figurative early Brady bunched bro doggie
dimples encountered necessity to escape cohabitation
(marital covenant alien), yet quasi marital brouhaha
ofttimes witnessed altercation begetting re: thorough
out baby with bath water phenomena, which literal
cruel fate heavily peppered past (mine) accounting
lamely explaining Pink Floyd momentary status quo
upended accompanied courtesy lapse of reason no
definitive evidence to substantiate claim, yet I know
without shadowed doubt every friggin forebear (hoe
pining to savor manumission, versus cotton pickin)
back breaking stoop labor think indentured escrow
harking back to days of our lives (mainly bonobo
nasty, short and brutus creatures millenniums ago
unsung simian kindred beings suffering figurative
ruffled horse feathers nsync with bird in hand dodo
which latter species long extinct (as Dutch good eats)
now non sequitur (sea quitter) mine homeboys/girls
comprising Harris eventual clan (of craven lionized
"scapegoats" set genealogical precedent, and grew
some real winners gentiles, who commingled and
intermarried, and united proudly to kvetch as Jew)
eventually acquiring redeeming qualities conveniently
best caricatured as features exhibited by Mister MaGoo
invariably dear reader "fake" anecdote ye will poo poo
as well how storied and fabled coronavirus (COVID-19)
medical technicians reference quaint pandemic setting
figurative global stage brethren and sistern microbes
made webbed, wide world wish for said good ole days
cuz, communique done being crafted about six hours
marine hated, armies of beastie boys slain 2120 yahoo
the darndest, latest microscopic bugaboo nearly slew
entire population, hence envision terra firma with
divine providence absolute zero people as edenic
provenance (metaphorically offering tabula rasa view.
Dr Jekyll is your uncle! Lucky you! Lucky you!
Of course they say that, to them he is Mr.Magoo.
Doing peculiar things, making crazy things appear.
They do not see Hyde, who will smack up your rear.
Dr. Jekyll is marvelous! Dr. Jekyll is sweet!
He is the best entertainer in the entire town of McWheat.
Of course they think that, he is a celebrity to them.
They do not see his mean streak, the one that killed Jim.
They think he is marvelous, for he gives them a smile.
He shows them a side we do not see at home on a dial.
We get Mr. Hyde, snarling like a wolf who gives us a growl.
They only see social persona, Jekyll, who does not dare howl.
We have welts and bruises and whip marks from Hyde.
He keeps all this evil to himself, until he gets us inside.
Lucky you lucky you! The neighborhood kids all say.
Not having any idea how mean Hyde is each and every day.
And For Supper Tonight...
The Missus Prepared Her Trademark Tortilla Pizza
Hmm...yum...after a hard
days night of reading Hebrew,
though I do not know a word,
nonetheless taking leftist to right
correspondence course tubby guru
hoop fully coaxing posthumous fame and glory
detailing mundane epistles about this Matthew,
yours truly indulged in delicious comestible eschew
wing noncombustible vegetarian ingredients,
asper supp pur ream culinary
innovative eats, she whipped up anew
(similar how mine late mum did construe
tasty dishes to buzzfeed famished motley crew),
anyway thee wife comprised something new
microwaved cooked, (the stove off limits),
yet savory extemporaneous hodgepodge
usually delightful originating predicated on Jew
whoosh heritage, sans unpredictable menu
within fount tin head,
where earlier this evening she drew
forth, the above titled nonpareil zesty
substantial adequately satiating
me tummy, which uttered
(rather incoherently) halloo
since supercalifragilous expialidocious impossible
mission to verbalize
with full mouth, relishing anew
analogous when just a whippersnapper,
viz teenage mutant ninja turtle lapping stew
wickedly bubbling cauldron warming Inuits igloo
thawing this adventure seeker,
when a mere hatchling shew
wing fearlessness, I unwittingly got shell lacked
(became nearly homeless) sent askew
enroute rescued courtesy Mister Magoo
aforesaid Eskimos he knew
nursed me back to health
shaman donned as a "FAKE" kangaroo
accompanied by apprentice
trumpeting on Taj Mahal miniature didgeridoo,
which nostalgic "FAKE" memory
spouse poked das man
i.e., dozing papa awake asking review,
regarding Tortilla Pizza comprising:
whole wheat tortilla, dairy free vegan cheese
organic mild salsa
meatless crumbles
cubed eggplant.
Ya know baby you're usually right
Center cut, intherace, that's your place
On target, red carpet, gotomarket
Hittin' the bull's eye, 'n baby, I'm your guy
Smack-Dab babe
Like the Nile, you flow the right way
Like Carlyle, know what ta say
With you, I'm okay
If ever I'm off and stray
Grab meaway, gimme a jab
Baby, that's Smack-Dab
You're like Ophelia, Antonin Scailia, multimedia, memorabilia
Honey, you're KarmannGhia! Oh, callmea cab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're Lash La Rue, Peggy Sue, Scooby Doo, Mister Magoo
Honey, You're Super Glue! Wow! Back to the lab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're so sure
We're at that stage, we needa sage
Honey, you're the rage!
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're like Al Gore, Dorothy Lamour, Dinah Shore, Za Za Gabor
Honey, you're no bore! Ain't never drab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're so fab
Fit as a fiddle, Nelson Riddle, heat upthe griddle
Honey, you're in the middle!
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
You're Buster Crabbe, Colin McNab, take a stab, my bar tab
Honey, you're my rehab! Ah, the gift a gab
Baby, you're Smack-Dab
While it's true only you I adore
I really oughtta tell you more
Baby, Imma big time loser, a simple fleck
Honey, you're a sure winner, a stacked deck
You're my Madonna, only one I wanna
Someday you'll get rings 'n things
For now your praises, it's me who sings
I'd rope a Picasso with my trusty lasso
Ya know I'd buyeth, if I saw a good Wyeth
Honey, you're the latest 'n the greatest
Baby, that's Smack-Dab
do not look at me said our lazy cindy lou
she is likely to overdo it if she does it, said Uncle Stew
Dolphin shook his head, voting for Magoo
All we needed now was a boy named Sue
a ghost came along with a big boo hoo
He could not find his shadow said cousin Piggy Pooh
It is under the fence where the kukaburrah grew
this was told by a cat chasing Things one and two
we all ended up in a cottage next to a witch’s flue
someone asked when is the old hag making up the brew?
I had to run back to town for some Pennsicola blue
when I got back I saw the toe of a butterfly’s shoe
a mouse was trying to get out of the sticky green goo
he said “I never wanted to be part of this beefy stew!”
a beat cop came by looking for the hag named Mrs. LaDoo.
He saiid please tell her the gargoyles are fighting in the slew.
This is my first attempt at blank verse
Don't expect a lot of content
It's a blank verse for goodness sakes
So the dialogue will be absent
How much of a clue do you really need
The verse is supposed to be blank
Do I really need to explain it any further
Don't wanna sound like a crank
Some may find this a little ridiculous
Trying something so bizarre
A poem that doesn't contain any words
Devoid of ABCs and Rs
I'm always game to try something new
It's my very first poem about nothing
Instead of a bunch of silly old verses
Bout lovemaking and passionate hugging
So what do you think of my first attempt
Did it make any sense to you
If it did, then my efforts were a total failure
So it's back to the quatrains, Magoo!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Suddenly frisson aye describe...,
I suddenly feel scared
As told once upon time helloo
from me matt chew
most previous poem ugh goo,
viz freak accident found ninety
degree angled desk corner (ewe
might not bull heave)
rammed, impaled, fricasseed
smack dab skew
whirred spitting out
fluid on rotisserie
preparatory for stew
right side rib cage
quite agonizing boo boo
intermittent pain analogous
to dull stabbing
finds yours truly nsync with moo
wing cow word le lion hoo
ping to schedule medical appointment
come thee morrow,
this klutz he did brew,
or maybe ghastly conspiracy
courtesy Spiro Agnew
hmm... possibly global warming
ha... puff... imagine dragon
retracting dagger type,
claws, and opening jaws of steel
eyeing thyself as main course on menu
damning self, aye packed
especially when standing askew
(hunched over tying laces re: shoe)
struck by poison arrow unleashed
no Inca ling how
indigenous people of Peru
found their way linkedin
with this Yahoo,
he swiftly strayed
outside Gulliver's travels
into good n plenti boulevard
of broken dreams
essentially, one direction avenue
mixed within gibberish goulash stew
wing conglomeration
trumped courtesy "fake" parvenue
he haint goat noah idea nary a blues clue
for aforementioned stream
of consciousness and drew
whatever came to his mind - toodle loo.
Adieu... from mister MaGoo
Y'all make me laugh so
hard...
silly it's as I've never laughed before
then when...
you scribe your foolishness
oh how my tummy akees
my side...
my giggle will wiggle my
flabby...
I'll wait-up all night
for...
you to call,
then you write me ~ I'll get...
Gibalie-goobbly-blop
Bibil-ly-boobsal-ly-goope
Jibery-momsal-ly-gue,
as if you were Mr. Magoo
so, swell no regreat...
every time you contact me
it all starts, just to hear your voice...
again whoopee!
my giggles just can't stop,
out loud; Y'all make me laugh so!
What is her name? We asked those who lived on floor blue.
Her name is Moo, and she is always wearing a flowered mumu.
No someone argued; that cow’s name is Frank footer Sue.
Why would that be? We wondered. Does it seem weird to you?
Why would a cow be named Frank footer, Mr. Magoo?
Magoo looked rather sheepish, it is best what he’ll do.
Seriously I queried. Is her name Sue, Lou or Magnificent Moo?
Here she comes now he said. And she smells quite like pooh.
I think she smells lovely I told him, down to her shoe.
He guffawed and laughed, he is evil, this mean Mr. Magoo.
Her name is Moo as surely as I live on this wing in blue.
For sure she was wearing a flowered mumu.
"Christmas is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp" from the song "Welcome Christmas" from "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas"
What is (or was) Christmas all about?
For one thing, for two weeks...school is out!
First, the countdown was to the last day of school,
next, the number of days to the actual Yule.
In the family car to see Christmas lights,
candy cane lamp posts among the sites,
then across town to see Grandpa and Grandma Hicks.
Grandma crafted many holiday knack-knicks.
But it wouldn't be Christmas without...
Candy canes, popcorn balls, everything dandy,
Grandma's toffee, SoCal's chocolate See's candy,
Cookies in the oven, I can count up to ten.
Pretty soon out will jump gingerbread men.
and how exciting it would be
when Dad brought home the Christmas tree!
which we would soon industriously adorn
with a string of cranberries and puffed popcorn.
At night when the house was cozy and dark,
we'd play Christmas songs, cut the lights for a lark,
and shadows created by the blinking lights
on the walls, would make kaleidoscopic delights.
We'd turn on the tube when prime time was near,
and watch the boy dentist and Rudolf the Reindeer,
and then Snoopy and good 'ol Charlie Brown,
and Mr. Magoo playing Scrooge with a frown.
My Grandma and Grandpa would come, Christmas Eve.
We got to stay up late, but we'd sleep 'fore they'd leave.
On Christmas morning, my parents would never wake.
We'd wait to open presents; how long would it take?
When they did, we would jump and shout -
we'd have all kinds of new games and toys,
baseballs, basketballs, footballs for four boys -
and possibly records, old seventy-eights
with cartoon pictures on their vinyl plates.
One day it would be over, and I'd be in school.
Was there a Santa? Was I played for a fool?
Was there a Christmas? Was it really real?
Yes - proved by Aunt's fruit cake in the frig, hard as steel!