Long Tommy Poems
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For P.D's "Going Haiku Crazy" Contest
How Many?
going to St. Ives
met folks on that smelly bus
more than I could count
Just Sleep Walking?
Wee Willy Winky
caught outside a boy’s window
in a night garment
Got Wool?
naked in the lane
three bags-full of wool sheared off
baa baa black sheep fleeced
She Didn’t Know What to Do!
Kids’ cries from inside -
outside an old woman’s shoe
child welfare people
Clean Your Plate!
Licking their plates clean
Jack Sprat and wife do their part. . .
kids starve in China
The Treacherous Hill
pail of spilled water
Jill’s body sprawled over Jack’s
one big bloody mess
What a Ding Dong
good deed for the day
boy scout Tommy Stout by well. . .
scratches on his arm
Not Even a Bone
old Mother Hubbard
Social Security cut
dog needs a new home
Yellow Georgie
victims of Porgie
confront him in the playground
his true color shows
The Original Blonde
Bo peep loses sheep
birth of a new tradition. . .
blonde jokes being told
The Schemer
some spilled curds and whey
spider near a fallen chair
supping happily
Making the Best. . .
Humpty takes a spill
the whole army can’t fix him
omelets for lunch
Baby Catches On
the church and steeple
and now you show me people?
those are just fingers!
They Say He Couldn’t Keep Her!
gossip in the town
pumpkin shell big as a house. .
where is Peter’s wife?
Bye, Hushed Baby
the sound of wind’s rush
baby’s cries abruptly hushed
broken branch on ground
*I'm choosing this series of haiku for several reasons.
First, it's the only post I made named "Twisted" so it
is an obvious choice. Second, I do have other poems
I consider a bit twisted, but, I simply cannot
remember the titles of some of these really old poems
to look for them. Finally, this series was inspired by
a long ago contest of PD's in which I got the idea
to take nursery rhymes and twist them, and so
I'm reviving this series which can no longer be
viewed by anybody here unless it's in a contest!
Tommy, did you not know about Hazel?
She treats a man as if he was an imbecile.
This girl acts apparently without any shame.
Broken hearts are just a part of her evil game.
Now you say she has put you on her list.
You consider yourself a fool who could not resist?
You said she has been around many a guy.
She tells them that she loves them, and then says “goodbye”.
Well, this Hazel will pay for living a lie.
I know some females who are better than Hazel.
Believe me, I do not think she is special.
Forget this one Tommy. Just walk away.
There are many other women around today.
Based on the hit song "Hooray for Hazel" by Tommy Roe
Long ago upon the shore, the last remaining Stegosaur
A chill wind blew where ferns once used to sway
And this may not be topical, but dinosaurs were tropical
Yet now the sky was overcast and grey
This Stegosaur would not grow old, his land was getting dark and cold
Volcanoes making ash clouds every day
The Stegosaur could not survive, he lost his fight to stay alive
So Stegosaurs are not around today
And when the atmosphere was clearer, in a far, far later era
A rock from outer space lit up the sky
The dinosaurs were out of luck, even those that tried to duck
That boulder didn't simply pass on by
Cretaceous world... incinerated, ice age came... refrigerated
Though there were quite a few years in between
The sabre tooth, a bully, ate pachyderms all wooly,
And snow lay thick where ancient ferns had been
And cavemen wearing mammoth skins, unkempt hair and bearded chins
Only went by foot or log canoe
Yet in a climate cold and cruel, never burnt no fossil fuel
Producing very little CO2
Then the sea reclaimed the land and mammoths made their final stand
The world a little warmer every day
No factory, no aeroplane, no diesel car which might explain
The fact that climate change was underway
So dinosaurs and stone-age man and wooly mammoths roamed this land
And sometimes it was cold and sometimes hot
Yet now we’re busy making plans for planes to run on rubber bands
Perhaps it’s just a load of Tommy-rot
For now it’s hotting up again and we’re all told that we’re to blame
And none of us can disregard the facts
We’ve got it wrong in lots of ways, including fancy holidays
And by the way we want a bit more tax!
So, Extinction Rebellion just splash a little smelly on
Get out and have some fun before you die
For whilst it’s true, I must confess, the climate’s in a royal mess
But who’s to blame may not be you or I.
Years ago, but one
Nineteen hundred and thirty one
Solomon the Gun
He smoked big cigars
He drove really big fast cars
On his face a scar
He ruled the city
Drove us all into pity
Made us feel shifty
The world his oyster
I don't mean to be witty
Boiled, fried, roasted
He always boasted
"I can take anyone out
Anytime I wish"
He owned everyone
Father, mother, daughter, son
No one was safe from
Solomon the Gun
He's always a gangsters son
With a Tommy Gun
He killed thirteen men
St. Valentines Massacre
Dirty cold red blood
Alibi's no good
Now Solomon's on the run
The cops after him
Nowhere left to run
Solomon's shot in the head
He was left for dead
Oh, he's all but gone
Nothing but a memory
Newspaper fodder
Now, he wasn't brave
Buried in an unmarked grave
Never to be saved
He was just stupid
A total stooge and moron
Solomon the Gun
When you fight the law
You'd best have the bigger gun
And bigger ego
Better be faster
On the draw and on the run
Or it's your last here
Now, you may well say
What's the moral of the story?
What to take away?
Solomon the Gun
The moral is simply this
Don't be like he was...
Dance tonightl at the all girls Catholic high school.
Come on join us tonight, we are all looking cool,
New leather saddle shoes, bright, white ankle socks.
Hair high in a pony tails with satin ribbons, we were ready to rock.
Jackie's pink Angora sweater, soft as a baby kitten.
How she longed for Tommy across the dance floor, with whom she so was deeply smitten!
The nuns were on the sidelines to be sure nobody did not dance too close.
The music began and all hearts to the ceiling, mightily rose.
Tommy was coming toward her, his cheeks all blushing, a gorgeous shade of rose.
Jackie jumped up in that twirly gray poodle skirt, heart pounding like a gigantic firehouse.
The gym was not dark or romantic in anyway.
After all, the priests and nuns were there to be sure their bodies, did not close-
in any sensous way.
"In the Still of the Night," by the Satins, was the love song of the night.
"Hound Dog" by Elvis, put the nuns into a state of religious fright.
The boys were perfect gentlemen and oh,so sugar sweet.
The girls found them delightful, more than the best filled, confectionary treat.
All too soon,this dashing dance evening did end...
Some went home with parents, but the luckier girls went in '56 Chevy Bel-Air ragtops, a most popular trend.
March 9, 2020
Kim Rodrigues Dance Contest DWM
~ Placed Second ~
Thank you, Kim!
Aunt Marge’s Christmas letter sat unopened again.
Most of us walked by it, and said “not by the hair
of our chinny chin chin”
We knew what it would hold
Accomplishments of her six awful kids
We had nothing to do with them
Thanks to their behaviors
our family reunions had been on the skids.
This one is perfect.
That one is fine.
Billy is the president of railroad nine.
Tommy is an outstanding citizen now.
Her children were all amazing, wonderful,
her family a wow.
Aunt Marge has been bragging about them
in Christmas letters for fifty three years.
In truth they are spoiled brats
have caused lots of us tears
Her braggadocio bragging is annoying to me.
That unopened letter finally finds its way to the trash bin
without being opened, as our family all did agree.
There are six more who must be toasted
From the side which Internazionale roasted
On that victorious day in the sun
When in Lisbon the Champions' Cup they won.
In goal was Ronnie Simpson,the consummate veteran
Who spoiled many an opposing side's scoring plan
This was the greatest moment of a great career
Which will be spoken of for many a year.
Tommy Gemmell the flamBhoyant left back
Was easily picked out of this distinguished pack
His golden hair glinting in the sun
As he hit his cannonball shot on the run
This glorious and unstoppable equalizer
Proved to be the Celtic appetizer.
Alongside him but straightforward and sound
Jim Craig of whom St Gerard's was rightly proud
He pulled the teeth of many an attack
And played the part of safe right back
Right at the heart of the Parkhead engine room
Bobby Murdoch,whose skill could always lift any gloom
He produced that vital shot
From which Stevie his priceless goal got
Up front was Wallace of Will o' the wisp fame
Who added extra subtlety to the Celtic game
Inside the box many goals he ghosted
About which he could have boasted.
But let us not ever forget the great Jock Stein
The greatest Celtic manager there has ever been
His West of Scotland lads he shaped into a team
Adding the European Cup to achieve Celtic's dream
He was the astute mastermind behind this eleven
And brought to Paradise the nearest thing to heaven.
Every one of these men deserves to be lauded to the sky
But that remains a task for a far better minstrel than I
Now closes this poem about a team which has no equal
Whose unique victory ought to have brought a sequel.
The left is desperately trying to gain a foothold
on the soiled neckbones of socialists and communists.
The right rallies around their Donny guns
and high-wall, lock-and-load Tommy gun rhetoric.
Neither side is working for the working people.
They breathe and breed for their own self-interest.
Cleaving families, battering 2A and mincing babies.
Though our carbon footprints are rather large
we all dream about going green.
But my, how we adore our gassy SUVs,
bidets, gouty meats, and wall-to-wall heat.
We're all hypocrites of the highest degree.
Few are making sacrifices for progeny or country.
We stumble along in the haze of mediocrity.
Where the losers wear medals never earned.
We are led to our deaths by the swine of the earth.
Sipping plutonium from a shimmering nuclear cup.
That looks a hell of a lot like an urn.
I romance you, but you romance the sparkling stone
I love you with my heart, but your heart is in the phone
I talk to you lovingly, you talk to our little pet Tommy
I ask you to cook for me, you turn to call your mommy
I question, what ever happened to our undying love?
You look fixedly at me, and wonder why I’m asking now?
Roses were red, violets were blue when we used to date
Now, rubies are red, sapphires are blue as I curse my fate
Marriage, before it, I had my liberty and was independent
Since you entered my life, my neck has a collar with a pendant
You never cease talking to your friends, and your mother
Over phone, when I make an urgent call you don’t bother
I know you love me, but it is for your own self-interest
Which actually means you love what is good for your rest
I know you love me but you know it is, also, for your own good
Like the goose that laid the golden eggs, I’d worry about your mood
You wish to be one of high society and take part in kitty party
To be at home and manage the house instead of being nasty
Not worrying about cooking, children, and their school
From work I return, to do your chores, again to be a fool
mbfarookh
Baby
A soul who is appreciative, creative, empathetic, spiritual
Mother of Tommy, Jr., Phyllis Brooks, and Doris Culverhouse
I love to read, write poetry, and observe nature
I try to keep my heart open to joy, gratitude, and hope
At times I fear death of my spouse, loneliness, and dementia
I would love to experience healing of the earth, end of war, and see Jesus
I am a resident of Thomaston, USA
Morgan
At times my children show their love
It seems to arrive on time and fit like a glove
My husband can be my supportive friend
Whom I believe will love me until the end