ARE JUST NASTY DUCKS
TALK INSULTING US, CANUCKS
CALL US NASTY CLUCKS
IT IS NEVER DUCKS
IT IS ALSO NEVER CLUCKS
JUST SAYING AW SHUCKS
The whiff a nasty niff a strong pong
may be earth-shaking
but if we do me and you
beautiful music we'll be making
when I break out my guitar
and strum a song
then you remove your shoes
and hum along
Naughty but not nasty.
Cheeky but not rude.
Innocence, ere what blushes
Darker for each face.
Hyper, histrionic
But not unstable.
The youngster, ere what runs, bawls
In complete disgrace.
There was once, a clever man called Tim
His abrasive, smelly wife was called Vim,
Her head too big for her boots,
Such a nasty person, who wished some no good,
Tim being so handsome, got all the looks,
Whilst she was looked upon with disdain
Again and again and again and again.
They bought a house in an upbeat snobby area,
Her idea, and next door lived a lady called Sahra.
A cultured person whose background, much like Tim’s
Tim and Sahra got on like a house on fire,
Whilst our know all rude wifey, Vim,
Found her own kind in Sahra’s slobby husband, Skim.
Conveniently they had no children, Tim and Vim,
So got divorced, and then Tim married Sahra,
And now they have a pigeon pair
A girl and a boy,
The boy so young, yet so debonair,
His name is Terra,
The little girl blonde and pretty like Sarah,
Terra’s looks Latino like, just like his dad Tim,
Granny s fav the little girl, whose name is Kim.
Well what happened with the slobs Vim and Skim,
Does anyone care, a true story I wished to share.
Sesame Street has gone rogue.
Surly nasty nightmares stir into my darkness.
Sleep will not come easy.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A Nasty Germ*
A nasty germ is what I am,
a curse to every man and woman.
I lie in wait with strategy
to bring you down to misery.
I’m at my nastiest on the weekend
when I land you bedridden
with round the clock medication
which you take with detestation.
But take courage, hope’s dawning –
I’m gone by Monday morning.
*(Based on my rendering of Christian Morgenstern’s
poem Der Schnupfen (The Sniffle)
If they were nasty, you do not have to read them, you should not read them.
Raw, unfiltered anger, it’s all that I know. Constantly
Aggravated by worthless pieces of scum that I struggle
Getting off of my shoes. A nasty glare, a hostile retort,
Everything and anything can, and will, fan the flame.
After the infliction, what happens then? A swelling, a vicious,
Nasty swelling in the throat. A horrible torrent of flames threatens to
Destroy all in its path. Words of pure venom threaten to spew out.
Harrowing to myself and others, I know this to be so. But, like a sore
Affliction or rash, it never truly dissipates. It only subsides, a dormant ember
That flickers in the inky darkness until some ignorant cretin ignites it again.
Red, red, red! Blinding, sizzling-hot red is all I see. Pure and unfiltered
Evil that only cares for spreading vile hatred and destruction. Suddenly, the
Devil is fatigued. It sinks into the abyss, dormant. But not for long.
With named trainers and designer clothes
judging people and looking down your nose
Pointing and laughing treating people like dirt
not really caring about the people hurt
With verbal abuse you will attack
while stabbing your friends in the back
Nasty text messages from your mobile phone
BUT YOU WILL REGRET IT WHEN YOU ARE ALL ALONE.
It was you who initiated this relationship.
Even at its outset, I was crying.
I was your plaything,
the butt of your elaborate practical jokes.
Refusing to be transparent,
except when teasing me with illusions,
you never revealed your true meaning or purpose.
You built me up with hope and ideals,
only to chop them down and crush me.
Everything you gave to me,
you took away.
I haven't a good word to say,
and now,
in the end,
you're discarding me,
like you did all the others.
You aren't even attractive,
being as you are,
nasty, brutish, and short,
Good riddance to you,
cruel life.
i wake up in the morning
on comes the news
same foolishness and bickering
same pettiness and insanity
same old sh*t different day
shake my head 'cause here we go again !
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
With his friends, Ben was playing hide and seek
They said, "Put your head in the pool, don't peek"
They'd done a nasty deed
In the water they'd peed
Then, spent the next week calling Ben a freak
Anger roars like a beast, all around
The world cracks in crevices to fall into
Hatred brews, stirring like a nasty stew
Division rules across hundreds of miles
We are in trouble, there is no denying that!
Hold onto your values, let no brainwashing occur!
I watch what is happening and only tears stir
Heidi Sands
4/30/24
(C)opyright
Such a nasty salt
He prided himself with pain
It was always yours
Devious Davos party- goers, make us feel guilty and bad.
The game is to control you, oh my, you have been bad!
“Net Zero,” is a totally unachievable, unrealistic goal
Their purpose is dominant, complete, absolute world control!
1/17/2023
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