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Sometimes I take material that is not a poem
and then I rewrite it and make it my own.
Below is a FWD that I once reveived.
What follows after is how I turned it to poetry.
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Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the baby. Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry. The paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr old what she thought about what she had just witnessed. Kathleen quickly responded, 'He shouldn't have crawled in there in the first place.......spank his butt again!"
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The emergency call reached the paramedic. A baby was about to be born.
He could hardly see through his windshield, as he battled the raging storm.
A 3 year old girl greeted him at the doorway allowing him to enter her home.
She took him by the hand and said, "This way doctor man,"
and then led him to her Mommy's room.
It was a very dark night,
so he asked the child to hold his flashlight
so he could assist the baby from leaving its mother's womb.
He held the baby by its legs and spanked its little bottom.
The baby cried and a new life was born.
With great concern the paramedic asked the young child,
"How do you feel about what you just saw?"
"He should have never crawled up there in the first place," she said,
"You should spank him again once more."
Written by: D. Collins 1/5/13
If you doubled the size of medium-petite,
that would be ripe for a man like me.
I prefer a jiggle when I spank that ass.
Then watch it spring to attention, extremely fast.
Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl has that kind of stuff.
Tools and moves to make me scream “Ooh! I’ve had enough.
She’s just the perfect size, with cushion here and there.
The kind that keeps you warm in that February air.
Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl is the one I have to have.
The only woman with the privilege to clock my ass.
It doesn’t come through drama, it is borne from respect.
Whenever I try to go there, she brings me back in check.
She could scrape up a meal from dried noodles and a bone.
And, cover my back better than Al Capone.
So, I advise everyone, they’d better get one of them.
A Li’l-Bitty-Baby-Big-Girl turn boys into men.
Many a student sees school subjects like 123... ten
Many a student thinks it a den
Such makes out of each a slug
Without taking note it's a humbug
That needs to be attacked with felicity
Through little weeny ferocity
Many a student works with team
Many a student matches alone with his dream
Thus makes his efforts seem dry
As if he had never for once try
Despite the enlightenment of the town
Should have not mark him drown
Many a student works delightfully with codes
Many a student boasts grotesquely of his modes
Leading his way through the same bush
Which the warries and wears continually push
Ends up to pleasurably park
While the toughs blissfully bark
He is the family's pet
Who no one dears spank
Got him the gut to bet
No troubles bank
But the course of great career never did run smooth
That makes one soothe
A little lad named Tommy Tum,
just wouldn’t listen to his Mum.
He’d loudly play with other boys,
and wouldn’t put away his toys.
Around the house he’d beat his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
Oh, how he loved to pound his drum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
His father warned with a mean face:
“I make the rules inside this place.
If you don’t listen to your Mum,
I’ll have to spank you on the bum.”
So better listen to your Mum,
Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum!”
You think his eardrums would be numb?
Not Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum.
An energetic, cheerful child,
around the house he still ran wild.
But then when running up the stairs,
tripped on one of his Teddy Bears.
Poor Tommy tumbled on his rump,
down each step bouncing, bump-bump-bump.
Bumpety bump-bump, bump-bump-bump,
he hit the landing with a thump.
Then he began to cry and cry,
while fishing for some sympathy.
But weary Mum said with a sigh,
“you’re lucky that you didn’t die.”
“God punished you,” teased sister Suzy,
as he stood up feeling woozy.
“Now learn your lessons, Tommy Tum,
or else you will stay dumb-dumb-dumb.”
But Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum,
grew up that day with a bruised bum.
That year when Christmas came around,
the Little Drummer Boy was found.
Please Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum,
play for me pa rum pum-pum-pum.
Please Tommy, Tommy, Tum-Tum-Tum,
play your drum pa rum pum-pum-pum.
March 10, 2021
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest, Sponsored by Eve Roper
Mama if you don't know by now;
I love you;
I never even said out loud
I love you;
When you were alive
You loved me, done all that you could do
For me;
I never ever said out loud;
I was a quiet timid child;
Wasn't no excuse though, to tell you so...(that I mama)
Love you
You've spank me with a belt and switch;
Just like tag I"M IT;
Cried a little, but I'm alright;
Spare the rod spoil the child;
Don't know if you can hear me from heaven;
I should have told you this when you were alive then;
Mama if you don't know by now;
I love you;
I never even said out loud
I love you;
When you were alive
You loved me, done all that you could do
For me;
I never ever said out loud;
I was a quiet timid child;
Wasn't no excuse though, to tell you so...(that I mama)
Love you, mama I
Mama I
Mama I love you;
6/15/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019
These are the days
of missing you
and wondering
just how I got through it.
The days are bright and sunny
then dark gray, cold and wintry
as April plays the game of change.
The flowers peek out and seek the sun
embracing the warmth as it comes
touching sleek, slender stalks
bravely stretching out of the darkness.
Blossoms glow in yellow hues,
ivories and blushing pinks
and sweet cherry cherry reds.
Clouds inch in and paint a darkening gray
that shadows into purples
fighting back black indigo
that spawn a threatening stormy gust.
Rain falls wildly, cold, large drops
that spank the stones and brush
as lingering autumn leaves find escape.
It is the in-between time
when winter gives in to spring
turning the world over again and again
and I still miss you.
She is all about appearances, creating the right look
She wears glasses she doesn't need and carries around a book
She's the naughty librarian, her hair tied up in a bun
Don't let her looks fool you, she is definately about the fun
If she calls you to her office, be real thankful to be there
Watch as she undoes her buttons and let's down her silky hair
She says you need to be quiet, as she brings out all her toys
You must listen carefully, if you do you'll know her joy
You look at her gorgeous body, a feast for your lustful eyes
A certain part of your body, begins to increase in size
She asks you to lay on the desk, so that she can have a better look
Then she says to turn over and proceeds to spank you with a book
You try hard to be quiet, still You let out a simple scream
As she starts to turn you over, passions released in a stream
She tells you not to worry, you will have alot more fun
She hands you the Kama Sutra, she says this is lesson one
"My spice box contest"
Tex’s shadow defines him—cut-out
from the heat haze of Karnak’s quartz,
a scintillating contrast to Egypt’s questing sun.
He slouches among the other black castings of
denser composition mottled with grays,
and Prussian blues, incongruent in a cowboy
hat. This six-gun scenario’s frame
disrupts the crafted precision of
a chiseled arch.
****-kicker, lizard-skinned, boots point
toward the desert’s dunes—death hides.
Needing no words to enjoy a taste of antiquity,
Tex shuffles sighs and takes a draw on
an American cigarette. With a flick of his fingers,
he deposits the butt alongside the others
in the white sand. His contribution
to posterity.
First Published in Spank the Carp Issue 21 2016
I care I search, and always I come to find
All is fair in love and war, but love is blind
Who dares to besmirch another is unkind
It is an insult when a person is maligned
I care I search but it remains undefined
how some lurch from shadows to spellbind
Who sits on a perch and is often inclined
to mock others? A caged parrot who's confined
I care I search but I will never be aligned
with racists whose hearts should be colorblind
Some attend church, hoping to be enshrined
but there they will find no peace of mind
I care I search but nothing can make me resigned
to spare the birch branch. I would spank a behind
The emergency call reached the paramedic. A baby was about to be born.
He could hardly see through his windshield, as he battled the raging storm.
A 3 year old girl greeted him at the doorway and allowed him to enter her home.
She took him by the hand and said, "This way doctor man,"
and then led him to her Mommy's room.
It was a very dark night, so he asked the child to hold his flashlight
so he could assist the baby from leaving its mother's womb.
He held the baby by its legs and spanked its little bottom.
The baby cried and a new life was born.
With great concern the paramedic asked the young child,
"How do you feel about what you just saw?"
"He should have never crawled up there in the first place," she said,
"You should spank him again once more."
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I received the above in a Fwd: Email.
It was written in the form of a joke.
I then revised it poetically,
at least that is my hope.
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ORIGINAL:
Fwd: Childbirth
Subject: Childbirth thru the eyes of a child
Should a Child Witness Childbirth?
Here's your answer.
Due to a power outage, only one paramedic responded to the call. The house
was very dark so the paramedic asked Kathleen, a 3-yr old girl to hold a
flashlight high over her mommy so he could see while he helped deliver the
baby.
Very diligently, Kathleen did as she was asked. Heidi pushed and pushed
and after a little while, Connor was born. The paramedic lifted him by his
little feet and spanked him on his bottom. Connor began to cry. The
paramedic then thanked Kathleen for her help and asked the wide-eyed 3-yr
old what she thought about what she had just witnessed.
Kathleen quickly responded, 'He shouldn't have crawled in there in the
first place........spank his butt again!'