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Clerihew Oakley

Octavious Oakley
of Bermondsey
Painted many a rustic scene
with gypsies the main theme

Categories: oakley, art, people,
Form: Clerihew

Annie Oakley and Me

I think Annie is going to shoot me.
She smiles and winks;
this is what she does best,
the little lady is deadly accurate
and pert with it.

She takes aim. "Right ear." She says.
Bang! Her Winchester
explodes my ear.

She laughs girlishly
tells me to wake up,
but the dream is way too interesting
and I stand there dripping blood
until she magically replaces it.

We

Categories: oakley, poetry,
Form: Free verse

When I Was a Kid

When I was a kid
I rode Saturdays on
My Friend Flicka
Sky King
Roy Rogers
And Flicka’s boy
And Sky
And Roy
Hauled bad guys
Off to justice
Never seen again
Never
Never
Never seen again

Back in a barn
Me and
Annie Oakley
Held our ground
Shooting them down
Waiting for a hero
To cart them all away
But no heroes
But no others
No other heroes
Showed up

We killed them all ourselves
And didn’t surrender
Or even pretend

Categories: oakley, anger, child abuse, gender,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Annie Oakley

Annie Oakley was quite a good marksman,
And it's actually how she met her husband.
She'd astound heads of state,
And even her mate,
She couldn't be beat as a marksman.

Categories: oakley, history,
Form: Limerick

Panda and Oakley Our Dogs

Panda decided to have a serious talk with Oakley
I always have to ride in the backseat, he complained
So tomorrow when we get in the car, can you jump in the back seat?
Oakley barked an okay, but not meaning it actually.

The next day it was the same thing.
The back backseat was opened.
Get in Panda, the mommy

Categories: oakley, dog,
Form: Narrative

Annie Oakley

a little girl with braids a-flyin
a stick pony without a head
righting the wrongs of childhood
when others don't play along

I rope my brother, tie him down
make him the bad guy, make him frown
he's not that happy, playin my game
Annie Oakley, runs away
before he can tell mom

I grew up, put Annie aside
forgot about her for a very

Categories: oakley, childhood
Form: Free verse