Long Puddy Poems
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he was there just like before
my mind wandered
as he gazed
out the window
as traffic approached
he opened his jacket
retrieving a pack of cigarettes
Winston's his favorite brand
he would tap the butt
on the table top
suddenly he took out a match book
revealing the red stick
igniting the tobacco flashes before me
as screams evolved my space
a man a match a blaze
my eyes wide shut
as he controlled the town with his
hands sirens sounded amidst
mayhem chaos and confusion
he had killed again
forcing me to witness
his wrath once more
one man one match one blaze
he had captured me now
there was no turning back
this I knew full well
he would end my life
why if I ever tell
why that would be revealing hell
suddenly his eyes turn to coal black
the darkness covered the diner
as men played pool gathering sticks
and cubes my mind wandered
my eyes watching the match
meanwhile the gravity began to pull me
from a standing position leaning
against a bathroom stall
i had heard the plot the plans
the wretchid toiling of souls
thee arsonist drooled over pages
blue prints and eviction notices
that read code enforcement
his finger tips were thick full of fungus
i arose from a stand still when he announced
the demolision of a rotten hotel
claiming his insurance taxes
surely the tenants would pay dearly
on this autumn day he collected dynamite
copper wires and lot's of mud and puddy
destruction would occur from a single match
souls began to reach for me one by one
the counting of 8 lives to perrish on this date
fearless he approached the workers you you and him
i remember thinking oh how grim
one man sitting with two eyes of dark coals
one man one match 8 souls
Jerry
George
Kramer
Elaine
They're my favorite show about nothing;
my jolt of funny,
my cup of insane
They're my telly four friends,
who are the nuttiest
A distinct comedic blend
of vaudeville vamped sluttiness
I love 'em to death,
they make me laugh so hard
Insane of the hare brain
is their ensemble calling card
Jerry Seinfeld:
the ringleader, the funny man
George Constanza:
best friend with the simple plan
Kramer Cosmos:
weird and wacky, dresses oh so tacky
Elaine Benes:
best girl ever in the mold of Dennis the Menace
Jerry and George,
Kramer and Elaine
Everything you wanted to know about nothing ...
blank pictures in a cranial frame
Then come plunk your money down,
and taste this cup of cappuccino insane
The four stars are truly iconic,
but they got memorable supporting characters too:
David Puddy and Mr. Peterman,
George's parents, Frank and Estelle
Jerry's parents, Morty and Helen,
Lloyd Braun and Jackie Chiles
are an odd assortment of characters as well
If you've never seen it,
check out the show
Here's a few of my favorite episodes:
The Little Kicks
The Apology
The Puffy Shirt
The Serenity
Now funny is always fresh,
and funny is always good
Here's a few more episodes,
now that you're laughing like I knew you would
The Foundation
The Library
The Strong Box
The Soup Nazi
Should you let this zany crew
become a part of your must-see view
Have a blast,
have a ball
Just be prepared
to be left in stitches and all
Jerry
George
Kramer
Elaine
They're my favorite show about nothing,
my favorite cup of insane
I pay the money in the toll booth so I can reach manhattan
This act takes a toll on my wallet
I turn on the T.V Mid September 2001
Seeing air planes flying into a buildings
Took a toll on my hope
Back to the future now Iraq solders dying now
Bombing lil kids just for that oil
Economy falling lower
Thus my respect for bush is down to zero
It's taking a toll knowing that my vote won't
Erase the pain he's caused
Were his toy solders marching just for him
Dying,lying in dirt,crying just for him
It's taking a toll on the families
Who visit the cemetery and see numerous flags
Their son wasn't unique
He died in a heap just like the rest
Just puddy in Bush's hands
It's taking a toll on my conscience
They say if you watch evil being done
Your just as bad
But am I suppose to feel bad
Cause I can't impeach him as president?
All this hatred is taking it's toll
Teaching New York city kids to loath
I wish it all could go
Twinkling stars above
I refer to nursery rhymes as I pray
Cause I fear the next toll will deplete our souls
I'm afraid...
The Ballad of Stinking Mick
Now Mick hung close to a Butt verbose,
And the cheese it ran like treacle,
Some said it was on the bloody nose,
That he lived, was thought unbelievable,
For he was a hairy Wombat Louse,
Hitchhiking on a vehicle,
He tried sucking up to a Mouse,
got dislodged by a Gay Boll Weevil,
There came a blast, hot and sticky cast,
Aroma, most unpleasant,
With bowel movement, he was passed,
Hot an steamy, flavoured, masked?
Mick thought it effervescent,
He’d spring and slide upon the tide,
His gumboots trickled full, (Kiwi slippers)
On a passing Rat he snagged a ride,
High speed, for a Wombat Louse,
I aint being snide, no bloody Bull,
On a Tom-Tit sure he’d been before,
The Wren had flown him high,
Caught by a Cat, he did attack,
with some ten thousands more,
Puddy left with an open jaw,
Thought and pondered bloody sure,
Perplexed with thoughts of why?
The food was flapping high,
The itch stuck in his craw?
Poor puddy bloody paw,
Was reduced to sigh
Should I this underscore,
apply?
This part I will deny,
No lice no bloody moer….( new aussie slang)
Don Johnson
quatrains with palindrome and onomatopœia
I thought I saw a puddy tat. Was it a cat I saw?
We got one of those curtain things so Simon Dog can come
and go without our bother, when we are busy at home.
Quick-quick, click-click, stick-stick, the neighbor cat watches in awe.
I thought I saw a pretty hat. Was it a hat I saw?
Simon Dog has chased after things since he was just a pup
And though he's seventy in people years, he still jumps up
announcing, bouncing, pouncing all his trophies with his paws.
I thought I saw a piper's rat. Was it a rat I saw?
Lately, Simon doesn't seem as hungry as he's used to
I guess it could be his old age, or maybe stomach flu?
Quick-quick, click-click, stick-stick, the magnets keep that curtain taut.
I thought I saw a spotted bat. Was it a bat I saw?
Simon's not the only one attracted to this curtain.
Diversion and delight offer exercise it's certain -
bouncing, pouncing, announcing a treasure he's not yet caught.
written 5 March 2016
Being shy Sassy used to run and hide
when a stranger she would spy
But the two old boys had none of that
they would eagerly go on a barking attack
Sassy watch them having fun
and before you knew it she was the one
Prowling the yard listening to hear
anything approaching to bark at with cheer
Being ornery I would point and shout
bad old puddy tat when a stray one was about
Sassy would see and bark in delight
as the scared cat would scurry off in fright
If stray dogs ever abound I would point and shout
doggie and Sassy barking and running with clout
So often did I do this now it seems in a way
Sassy knows the meaning of the words I say
For if no cat is around saying puddy tat
Sassy looks for a cat to bark at
Same goes for doggie she springs to bark
but if not one there it saddens her heart
So I only say doggie and puddy tat
when there are stray dogs and cats
So Sassy can run and bark at them
brings her joy as her tail is a wagging.
Hims a cute, him so sweet and pretty cat
Kitty kitty liver spots from over drinking
Hanging out down town at the local litter box
Whiskey sours and meows by the hour
He calls his children kittens
They look cute too in their little fur suits
Puddytat gets drunk as hell
Sharpened whiskers, claws and teeth come out
Tell a tale of something else
Appearances are everything in the alley
Guns and weapons are ready
Kitty kitty sports a small black marble
Where there once was an eye lost in a fight
A pirates patch covers the past as he goes by
Cat keeps the other eye out for murder
But only when he's sober
Nine lives and nine rounds of live ammo
Locked and loaded for battle
Never bring a knife to a cat fight
Cats fire at will when having fun
Using paws because they have no fingers
Not even one
Authors note: I thought I saw a puddy cat. You did...You did see a puddy cat!
I’m Tweety Bird and ‘I tawt I taw a puddy tat,’
But what I mean, Trump’s nightmares fear a democrat,
I’m as yellow as your hair, tweet,
Feel sure you dye it fair, tweet,
Vulgar antics towards opponents, shows lack of morality
Fake tan, untruths, arrogance and more, sadly your totality.
Become a mature American leader Mr. President,
Your unacceptable rapport with world leaders has evil intent,
Sorry, you are just a reality show,
A favour, take a bow and go,
You fuel Racism, Feminism, Semitism, encourage Supremacists,
Build a wall, which Mexicans dig under, such a hedonist!
President-elect Tweety Bird, stop your victimization, it’s become boring,
Debateable If you possess, any political finesse, for war hoping?
Hurriedly looking for a vaccine,
I Tweety Bird, first in line,
Side effect, maybe both of us losing our yellow fluff!
Would discuss climate change, but know you’ve abandoned this, rough!
A little tweety bird
said something
which an unnamed ghetto source heard
Tweety bird whispered in their ear:
he saw a puddy cat and a Fox
inside the white hen house
Little tweety bird said
it was the same mean ole puddy cat,
seen creeping in the backyard,
who ate those clucking facts
And his cousin Fox
ate the rest of the chicken scratch
Little tweety bird said he is scared
He said puddy cat and the Fox
is getting close to his liberty birdcage,
and it won't be long
before he gets put on their dinner plate
No tweety bird should suffer such a fate
But the unnamed ghetto source said,
they're afraid it's already too late
Tweety bird just got ate
Fennec and Fox go out for a walk
Ran into troubles with an Eagle hawk
When questioned none of them would talk
Detective brought them home to his block
Where Hawk ate all of man’s left over chalk
Then threw up all over precinct’s favorite clock
Others in squad Room began to gawk
For some had flown onto hooker’s frock
Promise of sandwich made Fennec talk
Their fight had started at old LeRoy’s rock
Fox had called Eagle hawk’s ma a puddy hawk
Fennec added to it with his big black glock
Where he’d stashed this gun was a big shock
No one else got hurt down at the rock
To this story I would not give much stock
Except Fennec and Fox did take a walk.