Captain Mousey Mook had a vile virile look
It makes him dashing said his long-time cook
She had a thing for this do-badder named Mook
Wishing he would someday sport a left-wrist hook.
It would be such an improvement to his natural look
Stated the cook, who got her recipes from a cheesy book.
Everyone knew she felt this way about Captain Mousey Mook
When he heard it though, he plank-walked the cook.
Categories:
mook, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Monorhyme
I
I began writing poetry, seriously, at college
About worldly affairs, my scant knowledge
Prevented the privilege of love. I acknowledge
Ladies like Lilly, Saras, and Nerissa: Ed College
(No man, mind you; short for Education College)
A Fulbright scholarship led to miscarriage
Of my love-affairs. Didn't commit sacrilege
Pondered punctuation in life. My US college
Reduced my many commas, and exclamation
And somehow this helped my poetrification
II
A serious Love Poem, scuttled with notebook
By my younger brother, on Ashrina Ram Zook
I turned, sadly, in pages titled ASHES OF LOVE
I recall infatuation - classic - as in a textbook
But I never talked with Ash, I, a teen Mook
Thus I can't preach puppy love I forsook
Cos I never got beyond a furtive look
Stopped spelling 'priviledge' so, like 'knowledge'
For now I study at another COLLEDGE!
Categories:
mook, wisdom, words, writing, youth,
Form: Rhyme
A DUCK CALLED OLIVER
‘Twas I a lucky boy that be,
Who lived back in a time?
Of peaceful calm,
Way back then
Suburban farm
Acre of scrub and bush
Outskirts of the city be.
Animals on daily basis so
Time for there to feed
“MOOK” our milking cow to milk,
Chooks “BETTY, PAULA and MAGGIE MAY”
Eggs a collecting every day,
Olde cat “MIDNIGHT” great mouser she is.
And her kittens small
Always there to be given away,
Our faithful dog
Who was christened as a pup “OLE RED”
Really was a one of kind.
But who could ever forget
Our duck called “OLIVER!”
Who came to us at sibling size?
Then grew and grew
Pet of great to have around
Became a watchdog so
Quacking, quacking and more quacking
Whenever or whenever
An intruder round and about
Our homestead home,
But now as I look back,
Memories of a wonderful past
In a time of peaceful calm,
Our suburban farm
You know it’s gone and no longer there,
But who’d ever forget
A duck
That we of the brood
Nicknamed her as “OLIVER!”
Francis Cooper - Mac Copyright 2018
Categories:
mook, animal, bird, childhood,
Form: Free verse
(to be read out loud)
I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.
I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll drink the wiggin' wimple whoopy whacker
wookie worker's rum rum rum.
Woo wow wee wah
Geegaw mee mah
Hee haw hoo har hey hey hey.
Mao moo mud muck
Wigwam poobah
Mad mook mick mack yay yay yay.
I'll have a murky muddle maple maggot
monkey marbles chum chum chum
I raised a ticky tacky tinky tonka
tailor's tiny thumb thumb thumb.
I'm really punky pickled pooka puckers
pitter patter dumb dumb dumb
I hear my diggle daggle doggy dingle
diddle daddled hum hum hum.
Categories:
mook, humor, imagination, nonsense, silly,
Form: Rhyme
What am I?
A book
A look
A hook
A rook
A jook
A nook
A wook
A zook
A vook
A mook
A mook?
Mook is a man mixed.
Mixed men
Man mixed with men is...
A mixed man
A mook
A mook is what I am.
What then is this mook?
Categories:
mook, crazy, word play,
Form: Rhyme
a word the pain soothing
wining the morning air I feel cool in dark
a lore, an ancurseing heart ,today
a rummskiled to the fact that noone likes me
all are perdundently foolish
while mook of the death upon it's end
or shall i live agian
Categories:
mook, forgiveness, friendship, sympathy, time,
Form: Ballade