Long Pooh Poems
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That meddling witch I just abhor
With us it is out and out war
Read advice from the pope
There is simply no hope
I do NOT love my mother in law
She’s written down in her notebook
My daughter in law cannot cook
Well it just isn’t true
All HER meals look like pooh
I honestly don’t give a toss (insert rhyming word of your choice)
The Pontiff’s words are a big blunder
My visage has turned black as thunder
HE has NOT got a wife
Hence no Mum in law strife
He’s celibate – it is no wonder!
fictional write Inspired by a sky news item that the pope thinks Mother's in law get a bad press the irony of the pope not being married wasn't lost on my muse!
https://news.sky.com/story/be-kind-to-your-mother-in-law-urges-pope-francis-12600496
05/26/27
Donald Trump, Lemony Snicket ghost Spiro
Agnew, plus knowledgeable Jiminy Cricket,
all reliable, trustworthy sources, who
would never misinform gullible traveler
I know time to lather up
with poetic shampoo
so don't you dare ballyhoo
moost likely known
to garden variety wahoo
(When You Wish Upon a Star goo
whee lyrics aside...), particularly
following feedback haint "FAKE,"
just like this tattoo
on each posterior cheek
helping move doo doo
i.e. private business,
anyway pardon loo
pee wordplay, now lemme continue
though ye would would
much prefer I bid thee adieu,
ham back from the house of Pooh
ready with toilet trees
to vend off voodoo
intending to remain forthright to
finish explaining courtesy
regarding resultant google Moo
choe reputable homepage
search query... hallooo
thankfully helped rescue
me bogged down in Waterloo
curious about... any clue?
Yepper, what sound
do crickets make?
plus other esoteric tidbits to slake
thirst for aspiring entomologist
(may even know gossip where ache
key breaky hearts quake
'bout Josh and Drake)
yielded plethora web newpages
mainly concerning former,
whereat bottom cricket
wing covered teeth-
like ridges make
rough surface, and upper surface
of infinitesimal gliding anatomical feature
functions like scraper, hence rubbing
respective parts together doth create
chirping (“stridulating") soundcloud.
Once upon a time, in a garden where butterflies dwell
there was a caterpillar named Lou
The other caterpillars would tease him every day
Because, er, Lou looked like, bird pooh!
All of them called him Lou the pooh
And this would make him mad
He had many a fight on the milkweed plant
Lou was just so sad
Like the others Lou had a huge appetite
He was an eating machine
In a couple weeks Lou was bigger than he'd ever been
Then one day Lou lost his appetite
He crept to the underside of a leaf
And their he clung, until the time was right
Lou had become a chrysalis
And would soon become a butterfly
Then one sunny morning Lou broke free
from his cocoon, and he was a beauty
His wings were lavender, with dots of red
Lou took off into the air, with his wings spread
He floated with elegant ease on a gentle spring breeze
He was so happy as he visited each flower
And in the garden he spent many happy hours.
......
2/11/17
Piglet and Pooh seal their friendship on their daily walk.
They casually bring philosophy to their lively talk.
Share sage advice, each one with their own reflection.
Demonstrate their trust in each other’s friend recollection.
Their walks take them around 100 Acre Wood along the valley.
They leave bits of themselves along the way, as they diddle dalley
Christopher Robin sometimes catches up with them to chat.
They are always thrilled to see him, and Tigger, bouncing fat.
Let’s go cheer up Eyeore, Piglet suggests with a happy inclusive shout.
And Rabbit and Kanga? Pooh adds not wanting to leave anyone out.
Or it could just be the two of us, Piglet says, not wanting a crowd today.
They wander along the path, two friends, sharing their swag and sway.
What could I eat today? I wonder.
How about some kale? Suggests my roommate Under.
I’d much rather eat live mice, or an ink pen or bird pooh off a tree.
But I try not to say it, for it might seem mean of me.
I did eat it once. Accidentally and it was worse than it looks.
I know you don’t believe it, but I’d rather eat hooks.
Fish hooks, coat rack hooks, or hooks on a string.
Kale as a food is my very last thing.
Would you rather eat a nose? An ear? A baby’s bottom?
Who the heck are you? Oh….it’s my great grandma Autumn.
I’d rather eat a rat trap, a mouse nest, and a squirrel’s tale.
I’d rather eat almost anything than that horrible awful kale!
analogous to expending precious Air Supply
embellishing, modifying, revising, et cetera
a poem crafted about fourteen months ago.
I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body (Electric
Light Orchestra) of troubadour,
whereby creative juices did perforce pour
forth as if sung by one man koor;
now he haply seated at his Macbook Pro
today April 29th, 2022
accompanied with Christopher Robin,
Winnie the Pooh, and Eeyore.
Since January thirteenth of this year
(two thousand and twenty two),
yours truly suddenly feels
long in the tooth, i.e. auld,
he whose decrepit body and
gnarled hands ice cold
senility and senescence doled
rigor mortis virtuous vice grip extolled
coronavirus (COVID-19) motherlode
courtesy geomorphology dynamism fold
analogous to discovered vein of mined gold
grim reaper with scythe doth silently infold
(in Old English, scythe spelled siðe)
ore yonder church bell knolled
anonymous beat nickles less,
dime a dozen, day late
and dollar short sexagenarian
dropped out of Culture Club
(any strong resemblance between said poet
whose Grateful Dead head lolled,
and once living person purely coincidental)
death and decay, I lichen to mold
meself finally nill and void nolde
of unwanted excessive fleshy flab
scant personal possessions outsold
to highest bidder polled.
Dead weatherbeaten and fatigued soul
with absolute zero regret
no longer being alive,
immortality impossible mission to connive,
especially when endurance and stamina
took kamikaze nose dive
formerly earthlinked buzzfeeding
desiccated honeycomb hive
in tandem with former anxiety riddled psyche
need no longer worry
his existence perfect example
how hardship did misthrive
death be not proud penultimate quest
since adolescence (think anorexia nervosa)
he did (unsuccessfully) strive.
Five stones
closing times
radiograms and
seventy-eights
school caps
sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks
Charabancs
steam trains
linoleum
oil cloth
mangles
fish paste
sandwich spread
Hot towel shaves
cut-throat razor
shopping baskets
paper bags
braces,plimsoles
short,back
and sides
Wizard beano
and hotspur
lending libraries
picturegoer,
road to
Bridget Bardot
Marilyn Monroe
Dripping
coal fires
antimacassars
nylons,suspenders
crumpets
and toast
Brown and mild
barrelled beer
conkers,school milk
blackboard rubbers
and liftup desk lids
times-tabled
school-kids
Draughts
and allotments
rusty bikes
roller skates
satchels and scrumping
pounds,shillings
and pence
compound word verse
There is a worthy cause you see
could start a trend which needs to be
spearheaded.
Deal with arrogance, grand pooh-bah,
don’t act like some maharaja,
bigheaded.
Be stubborn and members you’ll lose.
Teamwork succeeds under one who’s
clearheaded.
What to do with folks who complain,
a leader in angst must remain
coolheaded.
Share the wealth and share applauses
lest you find your worthy cause is
deadheaded.
May 2, 2020
contest: Compounding the Verse
sponsor: Joseph May
I used Rhyme Zone and How Many Syllables?
The latter lists both "coolheaded" and "deadheaded" as 4 syllable words. I count them both as having 3 syllables. Have contacted them about these two mistakes and await a reply.??
Have found all of my compound words online at Farlex Free Dictionary.
Now that I have gotten that over with,
Being straightforward as a piss-ant on fire,
Telling you it just is what it is,
That behind all the frizz,
Is a beardless fake whose heraldic bearings
Are the arms of a sickly snake,
And that all this derogatory self-derision is decisively the result
Of a disease smitten assault by a prodigal bug
Whose virility is known to create sterility of poetic taste-
Oh what a waste to find oneself in such a caste,
Outcast in a landless mire of sea,
Where there is no Sea king to lead back to land,
Where seeking leads not to seeing
But only to being the miserly plot written by this poetasters hand-
Now, to repeat, that I have gotten that over with,
I can really try,
Once and for all,
To really get it over with.
Like really really real.
So here it is,
In medias res,
The big ordeal:
Merde! Merde!
J’ai oublié on this very day,
To have taken my ressurectine,
The nectar which this fool requires with some dismay
To not forget his pointless points.
Where is my medicine Edison?
Where is my pill?
How shall I cart this over the hill?
O’sir,
Dear sir,
For in the middle of this rabid petri dish of sheer excitement,
Close to moiety’s shribble,
With voice shrill,
Ready to take aim and avoid all shame,
I was, I was, I was, I swear
Almost there,
But alas,
I am,
Now out of gas,
With nothing more to gain,
A timid loveless swain,
A witless poet with no further words to amass,
A neutered puppy in a jungle,
Without a rumble,
To stumble upon just the right word,
To close off looking less like a turd,
Then this early morning bird,
Preferably one day,
Could theoretically mumble.
Did I mention that between finding Absolute Knowledge,
And miming Absolute Knowledge,
I would like to find myself snuggly ensconced in the arms,
Of not only Winnie the Pooh,
But surely Yogi Berra too?
I love to sing the lalalalaaaaaa
do, re, me, fa, so, la, te, do!
and stand up front and entertain
though some say I sing, just, so-so.
What’s that pitch, Oh, what is the key
and the beat's a one- two, one- two?
I say leave me be, can’t you see
I’m HAPPY as Winnie the Pooh!
I make you laugh, I make you cry
though why, we are really not sure
"Perhaps, the why," says I,"is that
singing is my passion pure."
I call to you to join in the fun
let us all sing a round or three?
So, you’re not perfect, well, I say
you are just right to sing with me!
Rock your socks off , stamp your feet
Ring the rafters to the down beat
Once again GO, have a real treat
Find your voice SING and then repeat!