Calico cat was curiously itty bitty
She had moved to Iowa from New York City
Taking a liking to her was a dog named Smitty
She was playful and fun, extremely witty
Handsome Mr. Mitty said it is such a pity.
For he also had set his cap on this cat named Titty.
Titty the calico cat penned a wonderful ditty.
About how she was moving back to New York City.
Categories:
mitty, cat,
Form: Monorhyme
The US President is everywhere and everything, it seems
At least he is, in his Walter Mitty-like dreams
Racing to Ground Zero the very next day
Just as false as his appointment to the US Naval Academy
The great man saw the bridge in Pittsburgh collapse
Since he wasn't there, it must have been on his app
Said he was born where his grandpa died in Baltimore
Though Joe was born in Pennsylvania, if you're keeping score
Claimed to be an activist in the civil rights movement in the sixties
Well, he WAS a lifeguard at a segregated pool down in Dixie
Bragged that he cut the Federal Deficit by $1.7 trillion
As it actually increased by $10 trillion, that's almost a zillion!
And, of course, he taught 'Political Theory' for four years at the U. of Penn
Just like he was right there with Daniel in the Lions' den...
I'd like to see old Giapetto create a 'Pinocchio-Joe Biden' puppet
With a twelve-foot long carrot for a nose to stuff it
Categories:
mitty, dream, hyperbole, leadership, truth,
Form: Couplet
I Was A Mad Old Racing Cougar In Fullest Flight
When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.
I ran across the land, raced toward the moon
Into the arms of Indian maiden as she swoon
Bright night it was with a jubilant golden moon
Her radio playing all my favorite tunes.
When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.
I left her village running into the big ole city
A very sad old fool chasing gold, what a sad pity
True, I was a rough hombre and even a bit gritty
A friend I was of Mickey Mantle and Walter Mitty.
When the seething sun chased me into the night.
I was a mad old racing cougar in fullest flight.
Robert J. Lindley, Nov. 11th 1974
Rhyme
Categories:
mitty, art, imagination, perspective, spoken
Form: Rhyme
we were at rehersal when this memo came for Mitty. He was so happy to hear from his wife. She'd been working ddown at the docks. They didn't allow the worker to leave until all the Christmas stock had been packed upp and shipped out. He said he missed her. He sang bass in background: and played violen's in the orchastra, and was rehersting to be lead in two of our new songs.
Re; Mitty Soother
From: Nunny Swiggle
Honey I'll be home Monday. I have to stay here one more day.
These people need me. They act like they can't do nothing without me. I'll be glad,happy:and excited to see you.It's hard to beleive I've that a Christmas inventory coulkd take so long to look over. I had to come-up with two new plans to get over what was going on: I'll explain when I see you. I got Two more nights handlimng this hard stuff.At least we can haave the weekend.
Love you
See You When I get Home
Nunny Swiggle
"He balled it up and told me that day: he knew she was cheating with that beedy eyed Punk who wore that: Affa Canada Cap."
Categories:
mitty, music,
Form: Ballade
My baggage had at last caught up with me.
It and I had parted ways some years past;
tossed out and thrown away the master key.
But here it is, returned; the die is cast.
It had been round the carrousel before;
I saw it once or twice but never claimed.
Now, suddenly arrived at my front door;
I'm here, I'm back, it boastfully proclaimed!
What damage can a piece of baggage do?
A lot, it seems, if you live Mitty lies
and on false premise, unfriendly debts accrue.
So I find myself, to no great surprise,
again a member of the bourgeoisie.
My baggage had at last caught up with me.
Categories:
mitty, 10th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Sonnet
“What is this strange place we find ourselves in
trapped in the open we are free within”
The speedboat skipped like a stone on the lake,
The Commander took charge for the crew’s sake.
If the patient died there’d be hell to pay,
But the surgeons fawned when he saved the day.
“War thundered and whined around the dugout”,
Yet the Captain strode on with a brave shout.
His wife brought him down from his fond muse -
“Walter Mitty, where are your overshoes?”
March 20, 2022
Categories:
mitty, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
“What is this strange place we find ourselves in,
Trapped in the open, we are free within”
Like Walter Mitty I would rather be
Inside my head, adventurous and free.
Safe sanctuary, thought-provoking kit,
Equipped with high caliber tool, called wit.
There’s no embargo and there’s no restrain
On a free current of wondering brain.
No franchise on uniquely designed mind -
Cerebral wheel of fortune of mankind.
When trapped in the open, against my will,
From within I am, liberated still.
March 19, 2022
Contest: Matrix
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
mitty, inspiration, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
Weird things are hard to understand
Unless you live in Lalaland
Nothing there is weird, you see
Normality, an uncommon word in
Lalaland and it's never heard
When they sit on a committee
Conducted by Walter Mitty
Bumbling, mumbling, some folk are snoring
Others left as Mitty was boring
There are no laws in this land
Everything has got out of hand
All the things that need attention
Are completely out of contention
It is a land of dreams
Where nothing is as it seems
People who live in Lalaland become unaware
Of what is out there in THE REAL WORLD
Categories:
mitty, 10th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Bong bitty bong bitty bong bitty bay
You are the bottom thought for me every day.
Hong hitty hong hitty hong hitty hay
I am the top dog, and I simply don’t play.
Zong zitty zong zitty zong zitty zay
You’re a spectacular example of dirt within hay
Mong mitty mong mitty mong mitty may
If I know you’re going to be there, I’ll just stay away
Dong ditty dong ditty dong ditty day
Our friends no longer like you. They’ll hold you at bay.
Fong fitty fong fitty fong fitty fay
I won all of them in the divorce, so please go away, Ray.
Submitted to Nick Trim’s 8 Mile High Contest
June 19, 2018
Categories:
mitty, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Oh the web when we deceive
The lies we start to believe
Telling ourselves how great thou art
All bull from the start
The secret life of Walter Mitty
Real life king of the city
Your prowess on each and every field
The truth you fail to yield
Who's like you since leather ass
Its you and no other shall pass
Your obituary filled with lies
But those who knew it was no surprise
Categories:
mitty, bereavement,
Form: Epitaph
Can a nation be mentally ill
A thirst to kill
At war throughout its history
Dodge City the story
A long time love affair with guns
A Walter Mitty who's overcome
A deep distrust for those not like me
Its their blackness he can see
Easily lead astray with promises of wealth
No remorse for death by stealth
Rabid drug use across the generation
A plague across the nation
A bombastic president tweeting everyday
Causing chaos in human fray
Politicians screaming at the TV
Its my way why can't they see
Categories:
mitty, allusion, confusion, philosophy,
Form: ABC
Winter winds are blowing, and
ice-bound trees are pretty . . .
Now, descends the snow on this land,
the birds sing and flakes fall covering the city-
Even the pure white,
rests upon my long raven hair . . .
Stillness wraps me warm and bright,
on my walk in the town square-
Nothing is more beautiful to me, than
gathering snowflakes in my "mitty" . . .
____________________________________
December 29, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Winter Song
Copyright Protected, ID 12-861-877-29
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
Categories:
mitty, snow, winter,
Form: Acrostic
Eternal Hope
You speak with your eyes and I hear with my heart.
They tell of a love that never can start.
But, somewhere deep, inside of me,
This feeling will live through eternity.
So, if Walter Mitty, I must be
Then, that will have to satisfy me.
Note: In Walter Mitty's daydreams he imagines himself to be heroic. That seems to be the common denominator throughout the tale by James Thurber.
Written by John Posey
11/03/13
Categories:
mitty, dream, feelings, hope, inspiration,
Form: Couplet
if when mitty looked out into the crowd &
told us all sitting at home
that “he likes being able to fire people,”
you smiled or
clapped,
or clapped & smiled,
then you have probably never been fired from a job---
you have certainly never been “let go,”
or as they say in manager-speak,
“no longer with us.”
when what he said rang home to you,
what exactly did you feel?
did you say to yourself,
“hoorah, now we will finally have a country
that is run like a corporation & here is the CEO who will do
the job?”
did you think that finally a man has come along who will wash
the liberals out of washington---
one who will finally kick out all those who whine because they
can’t make the grade
in this wonderful capitalist free market economy of ours?
are you sick of people who say that they can’t find jobs
when really, you think they just don’t want those that are available?
ya think that mitty represents you, the honest, hardworking, american
citizen?
exactly how long have you lived here &
what positive outcome can such tyrannical assertions
produce?
Categories:
mitty, life,
Form: Free verse
A Horny Walter Mitty
Her plunging neckline drove him
to want to sink his face deeply
between her bulging firm breasts,
but his wife would never let him.
She kept him from living the lifestyle that
he always fantasized about.
Unfortunately, his wife was extremely
devout and built with a very stout form.
She was always the bread winner of their
household.
If she wasn't, he'd find himself between the slender thighs of many buxom brunette
beauties.
He once got laid by a sultry red headed,
french maid while zoning out during rush
hour to his wife's prison tower.
This poor man had absolutely no power
or manly backbone.
He crawls home every night like a baby coward.
Maybe one day she'll die or he'll nerve up and
leave her.
Until then, he'll have to dream of a team of
Russian blonde bombshells, scantily clad
to serve him vodka shots on their tanned and toned bodies before dinner.
He smiles a devilish grin,
for he secretly enjoys being a sexy sinner.
He is pleasantly pleased and well satisfied
to be the sole winner of his own household.
Categories:
mitty, adventure, fantasy, happiness, love,
Form: I do not know?
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