THEY...got a "BIG TIME" VICTORY!!!
THEY...kicked the "SNOT" out of YOU and ME!!
OFFENSE..."STALLED," MUCKED the PLAYS COACH CALLED!
HELL BOYS!...no more "CHEERLEADERS" for FREE!!!
Categories:
mucked, sports,
Form: Rhyme
It seemed to happen in a flash.
Our movements were rash.
Behind the breakfast bar
With scraps of potato hash.
Our webbed little feet
Stuck in a muddy mash.
Scores of us slip-slapping up the alley
Unabashed, with feathers
Mucked and thrashed
Finally on the road and--boom! Crash!
Linda was blindsided,
Some trucker with a stash.
There were eight of us now
Headed for a small pond in Wabash.
Just 200 waddles in the razor tall leaves
That thrash and slash.
Finally the four of us left see
Beyond the man-sized vines
The immaculate vision of the chicken party.
The most bodacious aquatic bash:
The one they call "The Chicken Splash."
Categories:
mucked, animal,
Form: Rhyme
My family is all mucked up she tells her date.
We have multiple diagnoses.
My dad is mentally deranged, a psychopath.
He has probably killed people.
My mom is a freak, she has early onset Alzheimer’s and depression.
My brother is a sociopath, and antisocial.
I am bipolar with dyslexia.
I thought you would want to know before our third date.
We could still date, but you need to know that I am gay,
Her fast-thinking suiter fibbed.
Categories:
mucked, humorous,
Form: Free verse
Erroneous mirror scatters his face
Mills his skin into thin porous powder
Muck which gets stuck under tongue in a paste
Mouth stuffed with rubble cement rancid sour
Embalmed motorbike tennage champion
Mist cobwebs in his chest, windless clothesline
Murdered dreams dumped, tight vertibre cramp them
Measure of failure in winnings' decline
Engine never to rev segments ego
Mourning whip lashes languish in his lungs
Molten moon drips millions he forgoes
Mortality unknown among airborne young
Moonbeam diamonds stall, star status dements
Ebb of ignition rides midnight lament
Sixteen year old Hero, Matty
Categories:
mucked, 11th grade, childhood, moving
Form: Sonnet
The silky searing touch of sappy loving blood is all too much,
Milky stars melting into my murky mind as my body's red mud burns to the touch.
Make my hole riddled skin into astronomy,
Chart something pretty into my mortal flesh that holds too much within to be.
I see stars so let me be them,
Pressure building up into collapse to be the divinity of the friend they saw in him.
Dying, this body knows it to be raspberry meshed true.
Lying, I smile and laugh about the filth fleshed hue.
I wish not to be he who slithers in spite,
I wish not to be he who stares empty at his ceiling fast through the night.
But alas these eyes already a canvass for worlds to build,
Shedding and molding my mucked intent to be suicidally willed.
Alas it at last hurts too much to see,
So rather I pray for you to let me be astronomy.
-end-
Categories:
mucked, depression, good night, i
Form: Rhyme
Delete Fear and Dance
(Ode to Joy)
Many fear-mongers met at Marseilles!
To make sure all nations shook in dismay.
They used Covid for their piece de resistance display.
Schools, shops, towns all closed down.
A bunch of morons masked us, like idiot clowns.
We fools bought it all, and so now everyone frowns!
Sane people knew the score, they were not buying it anymore.
Tyrants were jailed behind doors, when people thankfully knew the score.
Grandparents are not left alone to rot.
We had enough of Fauci, masks, vaccines and elected snots.
People lived normally as before.
Masks became an international joke.
Just like those life killers from Marseilles~ top idiot pokes!
They even used Covid to ruin one national election?
But truth overcame, that mucked up idiotic, demented selection!
The Land of Dominion shall never be in the land of the free.
Health, happiness, hope was their pleasure and ultimate, joyful, destiny!
11/29/202O
2:45 am
Categories:
mucked, encouraging, fantasy, humor,
Form: Couplet
This is written to the rhythm of the Ballad of the Green Beret
By Staff Sergeant Barry Sadler
And
Robin Moore
***
Let us roam
upon the seas
we dont want
to make history
we're fighting for
the land we love
so let us sail
though we may die
We don't care
what you've been told
democrats
have sold their souls
spreading lies
across this land
all for the sake
of their mucked up plans
There ain't no man
that wants to die
but we'll stand
by America's side
make a stand for liberty
though we may die
on foreign seas
There's no way
you'll understand
cause you ain't seen
what we have seen
atrocities
that make a hard man cry
break his heart
but not his soul
So let us sail
let freedom ring
wish us luck
or wish us death
we're fighting for
the one's we love
we'll give our lives
so they'll be free
Categories:
mucked, death, freedom, military, parody,
Form: Lyric
A.B.C.
Little Tommy sat in class
Raised his hand, his hope to ask
If for a wee he could be free
Because he had a need to pee
The teacher said, okay with me
But nothing in this world is free
So you can nip out for a wee
If first you say your ABC
He started on the alphabet
And wondered just how far he'd get
He crossed his legs and went for it
And couldn't help but hurry it
He knew he could have done much better
Because he missed a single letter
He knew full well his A B C
But this is what he said you see...
A,B,C,D,E,F,G,
H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O...... Q...
R,S,T,,, U and V,
W, X,,, Y then ZEE.
Teacher frowned and tried to see
How he could skew his A B C
She said you mucked up, can't you see
Because you failed, you can't go wee
But can you please explain to me
Just where on earth did go the P
And Tommy answered with a hiss
It's running down my right leg, Miss...
Categories:
mucked, child, education, school, teacher,
Form: Rhyme
The stars and the moon...glowing bright
Poor Santa...had lost his eyesight
Had a bit of bad luck
When he stepped into muck
Before, he took off...at midnight
The outhouse door...swinging ajar
His glasses, left home...on the bar
So, the reindeer won't sleigh
Because, he smells...that way
So Santa, drove home...in his car
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Categories:
mucked, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Yepper-doddle, today I’ll use my own noddle.
My prized antique frame sustained a despised bust.
Wanting to show my man the tough dough in my crust,
I found strong glue and told that goo I was nonplussed.
Next, I grabbed frame, soda and sat on my sofa.
Three tries – no prize, so with both eyes quite wide,
I called the glue a boob lube, dumb as a square loop,
and threatened to incise its worthless insides.
I rose, fetched pose and a calming balm libation,
then returned to pestering with less sweltering.
Glue applied, both sides, I made my hands a vice
and, well fries n’ flies, I squeezed degrees of might.
Bullet sweat, my muscles clinched like a barrette,
I pressed longer than tourists eating pullets.
Then when gingerly, tenderly letting go –
glue thoroughly, tauntingly offended me -
son of a bee, ugly as his glue-mom-harlot,
refused to seam my antique frame back to its gleam.
Past bummed, I stood to sweetly summon my husband,
but my feet stuck to carpet, mucked as a tar pit.
CayCay Jennings
October 16, 2018
Categories:
mucked, husband, silly, wife,
Form: Rhyme
For Many Years I mucked about
Too sad to even sing the blues
Nothing would make me cheer and shout
I mostly just looked at my shoes
Then came a tip from a good friend
He stated, “Dig yourself a hole.
Throw in a stick and watch it burn.
It is cleansing for the soul”
Well I decided to try it
Whenever I took a sad turn
I'd throw a stick into the hole
And watch my troubles burn!
I love that hole of ashes
In fact on my dying day
Just kick me in the ash hole
and watch me float away
Categories:
mucked, feelings, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Proceeding further voids the non-existent warranty on your sanity remaining intact afterwards.
I feel like a shred of confetti
Anchored by cotton knotted
To a strong, steel chain
Fused with a great grain of pain
Cast in a vast castles grave
Of felled shells, long dead
Whose bones become my bed.
I really, really must confess
I use better bones for my bread
I really must confess
That bread is not the best.
I really feel like screaming
As my clenched cheeks cling
To a complicated thing
Effervescing
From my minds twisted guts
Into incontinent pants
I imagine I’m wearing.
I really, really must confess
My mind's become one mucked-up mess!
I really must confess
This mess does not smell the best.
I don’t sleep in sand beds
Or soil shorts made of thoughts
But my baking is to die for
So sign here before you taste
These sweet and sour soul cakes
Whose recipe of joy and dread
Imparts more bang than bone bread!
I really, really must confess
I love my minds mad caress
I really must confess
Its caress feels senseless.
If symptoms persist, please consult the appropriate health care provider.
Categories:
mucked, crazy, dark, gothic, horror,
Form: Lyric
The long gone peace from my Earth ached to be his -
The black soul to seethe from vampires’ kiss.
Lives mucked,but,yet to build rage!
Almost a closed cage,
In his mind,
Age.
Like a kind-
Narration of Sage,
He reversed diary page!
Today his keen future seemed to cease,
The long gone peace from my Earth ached to be his.......
Categories:
mucked, age, earth, peace,
Form: Rhyme
My neighbor Mrs. Spree was on a spending spree
She spent million dollars for a talking tree
The tree was a sludge
It was camouflage
She mucked about in muck absolutely free
My neighbor Mrs. Spree (C) rajat kanti chakrabarty
Categories:
mucked, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Drool the duck got mad at a bull and whacked up a bee
She was so bad she took the cat for a cup of tea
Cat was a mangler
Upcountry wrangler
Peeved the duck with the muck and mucked her up with a pee
DROOL THE DUCK: Limerick: copyright© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY November 2014
Categories:
mucked, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
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