Long Spick and span Poems
Long Spick and span Poems. Below are the most popular long Spick and span by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Spick and span poems by poem length and keyword.
It was a day of jubilation when
The alligators came to tea
Though I didn’t quite like
The way they looked at me
A Jungle Jazz Combo played
Do Wap free and loose
As we all celebrated the day
Of the inter species truce.
The chimps played the brass
A gorilla sang deep bass
While the giraffe conducted
Them to a cracking pace.
The lion sat there with the lamb
Ominously licking his lips
As he licked the brown sauce off
A large plate of chips.
Wolves, Hyenas and Hippos
All shared the same plate
As the truce continued in
A very uneasy state.
They fired a starting pistol
Ten minutes before the end
To give them chance to escape
From any new found friend.
Certain of the guests
Departed in a run
At the first crack
Of the warning gun.
I really didn’t like the way
The alligators looked at me
As we declared at end
The first inter species tea.
Although I was quite pleased
With the way it went
I don’t think we’ll be
Making It an annual event.
It took me nearly a week
To clear the mess from the scene
So it was as spick and span as
Though the event had never been.
Every day is Mother’s Day
we clean, we cook, we sew,
costumes, for kids dress up play
then out to sport we go.
Cricket, swimming, basketball,
gymnastics, ballet too,
soothe away their tummy aches
as mums, that’s what we do.
Get up early, pack their lunch
then send them to their schools,
spick and span with polished shoes
to ensure they learn the rules.
Make their beds, and wash their clothes
sometimes put toys away,
help them with their math’s homework!
Times tables hear them say.
Bake birthday cakes, their candles light
play pass-the-parcel games,
host sleepovers with friend in tents
of course, you know their names.
Then, through the teen years drop them off
to parties with their mates,
buy them clothes to keep in style
so, they look good on dates.
Give them phones to keep in touch,
but you still foot the bill.
Give driving lessons in your car!
Pay for their license thrill.
Hug them tight when they move out
and hope they’ll pass this test,
shed tears on their wedding day
ensure you look your best.
Nurse their newborn baby child
delight in all they do,
proudly look upon your brood
it’s all because of you.
Yes, Mother’s Day never really ends
each day a new delight,
I would not swap a single one
I think I’ve got it right.
Genesis: 1:20
The poet cleaned the kitchen window over the sink
At first glance
No birds were seen there to feed or drink water
Soon through cleaned window
Birds appeared
In sadness, she thought
How she wished
That yesterday it had been spick and span clean
Joy would have been fulfilled when
All those birds
Bathed in the birdbaths
There was one when it flew away looked blue but up close
Looked dark, charcoal gray
How I wished the window had been lovingly cleaned then
So that I could see clearly
Then they were in a lightning
Bolt gone out of sight
A few precious minutes to see, feel God's love, His presence and enjoy
Their surprise entrance, then their movements bespoke
You know that God created them all by saying, "Let birds fill the skies".
Original ending jotted down of this one.
About five
Or maybe seven different species came
Took turns bathing, splashing and
Then they were
Gone away
A few precious minutes seeing God's love
Feeling His Presence
Enjoying a surprise, their movements
Knowing God had created them all by saying let there be birds in the
Firmament
Standing hoeing garden stones
Eyes awash with tears
As memories flood back from
More than sixty years,
To the little village churchyard
For which my dad cared
And which duty I, as a child,
So very unwillingly shared.
He dug the graves, cut the grass
Scything carefully around
Each sheared and flower strewn
Humped burial mound.
All the paths were of loose stone
Which, after ever spring self seed,
Just attracted and harboured
Endless stretches of weed,
Each year it was my job
To shim and hoe them clean
So that those spick and span paths
Matched his carefully mown green.
I was a spoiled, lazy, idle child
Complaining every single year
But dad was quietly firm in spite
Of my every tantrum and tear.
Now he comes gently back to mind
As I hoe my stones, laid for easy care.
Just for a while it’s the old churchyard
And we are both back there.
Good job done he says
As we stand side by side
And we both inspect that path
And my chest swells with pride.
And now I stand here
Leaning on my garden hoe
Thinking of things I wish I’d said
All those many years ago.
But the past is the past
And we both know it’s for the best
That I wish his memory goodbye
And let him slip gently back to rest.
You see I love my wife, I really really do, I mean it. I love how after I come back from a long day of work I come home to a clean dinner table, not a thing on this table, its just spick and span. I just love when I go to sleep in our bed. My wife gives me the luxury of feeling the nice cool breeze on my shivering flesh. She makes sure none of our smothering king sized blanket dare deprive me of the cold bitter kiss of the AC, and the chilling night air. How thoughtful. You see, I just love when I wake up freezing in the morning and go to our bathroom and find it beautifully decorated with all sorts of cosmetics, it adds a touch of…her lovely personality and natural beauty to the start of my day. You see, I love my wife and I would never divorce her because a man who leaves his wife over a murderous thought here and there is no man at all .
I love my wife. I really really do. I love when she gets mad for no reason, it keeps things interesting, it keeps me on my toes, it keeps my mind sharp. I love when she takes 3 hours to get ready because it gives me time to develop the power of my imagination. I really like sitting for hours just thinking about what miraculous explanation I'm going to give the people at the event we are going to on why we are 2 and a half hours late. Man do I love my wife. I do, and I would never divorce her because a man who leaves his wife for his girlfriend has no honor at all. And I am if nothing else a man of honor who keeps his promises. Oh I just love my wife. I especially love when she treats me like a son. It really shows how much she loves me, you know? When she complains honey why arent the dishes done and why isn’t the room clean and why are you never home I’m flooded with intense emotions that I can’t begin to describe? I mean, is there any greater love than a mothers love, and am I not the luckiest man of all to get a two for one special in my adoring wife? Her adorable nagging really lets me use the few hours I'm not at work proactively because god forbid I take a break. You see, I just love my wife. I really really do. And I will never divorce her because I meant what I said when I vowed until DEATH do us part.
Gum boots all spit and polished, clothes all spick, and span
We are all off to church to give thanks to this glorious land
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
Each man has given his labour, every woman given her toil
As children brought up with a given politeness, not to spoil
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
We fought all our devils to be able to call this land our own
Only the Lord’s book in our hands as we enter the unknown
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
Stood fortified in our faith for the dreams we could achieve
For each seed that’s planted and in it we then could believe
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
Reaped in all our harvests, from all the fruits of our labours
Gave thanks and praises &, supported all of our neighbours
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
Now today we rejoice in our finest clothes and good voices
More so as revel in our pride of making all the right choices
For this glorious land
For this glorious land
SPICK&SPAN
an outdate view
of the
cold sterile
&
reclusive
an existence
endlessly reconfigured
separated
by
the austere
an alternative
vision
inspired
the concept
influence
unfinished
a conflict
de rigour,
rhythmical
a breakthrough
sparse
but
pristine
immaculate&
sleek
subtle
spiritual
yet remote
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Life goes full circle Harry Finnegan thought,
Admiring his newly refurbished vending cart;
Spick and span with racy lines, a proper seat,
Digital till, weatherproofed, and state of the art
Men lean street ready selling machine.
And here I am back in the old game,
So much changed so that only
Me and the nag are the same.
Finnegan’s horse stifled a chortle.
Old Harry didn’t know of course
But standing between those shafts
Was a veritable living Bionic Horse,
From the communications point,
With video cams and blue tooth sets,
Fully primed and satellite linked
To all the local police comms net.
They would always know his position
Within a radius of ten point four feet
On demand any time of day or night
And every bit so wonderfully neat.
And to ease the boredom
If trade was slow and idle
He’d got radio one
Broadcast through his bridle.
Let’s get on the road
It’s nearly time
To continue the fight
Against rising crime.
Would their cunning plan still work?
It was after all a whole year
Since Harry’s last rode his round;
The police needn’t have had any fear
At every corner there were lines
And very excited citizens queues
All there to say hello
Excited by the news
That Yoghurt and Milk were back
And Harry Finnegan rode again.
Tears could be seen in the eyes
Of even the hardest of the men:
And the police looked forward
To some well paid overtime
In their hi tech venture against
That local petty crime.
And all loved Old Harry and his horse
Though not in any carnal way, of course
ADMIN DAY
From phones to emails to files,
Your work, hectic, is recognized from miles.
Your expertise is as sweet as tales, you manage it all,
Despite the day’s daunting tasks, you still stand tall.
Behind the scenes, you work tirelessly,
Keeping things running with precision & effortless ease.
In the office, a team works as one,
Each role vital, each task is won.
Receptionist Dedun, with a smile so bright,
Welcomes all with warm and friendly sight.
Admin Officer Merit, with tasks so wide,
Coordinates operations with a careful stride.
Accountant Samson, with rare skills,
Keeps finances and funds balanced like diets.
Technician Joseph, handyman of all trades.
Keeps the electronics and systems running
For days.
Matron Katryn, with guidance so wise,
Leads and takes care of these under her guise.
Librarian Sarah, with books so clear,
Helps students learn, bringing dense minds to cheer.
Nurse Bamidele, with care so kind and true,
Tends to the sick, sticking to the healthcare rule.
The janitors, with a cleaning hand,
Keep the premises spick and span.
The chefs make sumptuous meals,
Taste and aroma our nostrils it steals.
And the gatekeepers, with watchful eye,
Guard the entrance and keep things dry.
Each admin, a cog in the wheel of progress,
Working together harmoniously without duress.
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?5th February 2025.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It takes two to tango
So here we go
She cooks
I clean
Utensils now have
A never before sheen
Sweeping, mopping
And all such things
Under my control
I put my heart and soul
Into these
After all
Lady of the house
Has to be pleased
The house is always
Spick and span
Initially I was unsure
She encouraged me
Saying, ‘You can’
Our love has since
Grown by leaps and bounds
More so, in lockdown’s
Second round
Physical distancing be damned
We are always cheek by jowl
Love on the prowl
No, no
Our kitchen has little space
That is the case
The 24/7 company
Has made us so tolerant
Of one another
You see
The distribution of
Household work
Has perked
Our relationship no end
Some bickerings do blend
In the chatter
That’s another matter
Finally, an honest confession
No third soul around
It is she and me
And no other sound
Can never take eyes off each other
Yes, you guessed it right.....
Truly, ‘Maid for Each Other’