pretenuse her smile
her oohing wooing walk
that sparkle in her eyes
the confident way she talks
get the heads ah-turning
when she walks by
find your self grunting
and everyone knows why
at a snap of her finger
she can get the men
to attention
never mind what she's saying
it's all in the mention
it's so expected
and whispered
in discussion
she's an honest expression
of desire
beleive us we aint fronting
she's got that ooh wee ooh wee ooh
that specail way that she do
she got that auh I wanna ooh
it's expressed in everthing
she do
Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life
He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife
How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said.
The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red.
I did not know that you were alive, he admitted.
No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted.
Ollie was not in the forgiving mood at all.
He sent that knife packing, down the hall.
Ollie Octopus could sure do some harm
With each one of his poisonous arms ~
He flashed his tentacles
Nearly identicals ~
I hear females fall for his subtler charms
Red Dog
Tail spinning wildly
Outside at last
red dog
races around home
masters home
Mr. Ollie used a tall scaffold
It was rickety and kind of old.
He had to fix walls which had black mold.
Cousin Jeff offered to hold.
Scaffolding so it would not fold.
Mr. Ollie said it was good as gold.
Forgetting he had an awful cold.
Sneeze knocked him off, big and bold.
Dead on the floor for days I’m told.
Doubt if house will ever be sold
Ollie Ollie oxen free
Do you dare to come out and play with me
the stakes are high
and your odds are slim
are you sure you want to bet on them
long ago i was young and naïve
It must have been easy to deceive me
well times have changed
but the game remains
This time I am ready to play
I've been around
I've played the field
Jaded,
These battle wounds have yet to heal
Slayed by you with a double-edge sword
And yet here I stand I'm back for more
So if you're brave enough to accept
Let’s fight this duel until the death
I've anticipated forever this day
Vengeance is sweet in this game we play
Ollie the Octopus with his 9 brains
Broke his 3 hearts in a quick poker game
The blue blood that ran straight to his heart
Suddenly stopped before it could start
It didn't take long before he withered and died
And Ollie the octopus waved us goodbye
There should be a special place
In one’s heart and mem’ry
For people who have brightened one’s life
In addition to friends and family
There’s a special place
In my heart and mem’ry
For two special and unique people
Like “Stan and Ollie.”
Jolly Ollie, the tiddledy winks king
Jolly Ollie really mastered that thing
He's amazing to human dragon and elf
He even impressed the Pope
Who's a pretty good winker himself.
Red and blue strobes bounce off walls
pulsing beats in arterial veins of the city.
Radio voices crackle like static in the night,
overshadows savage growls.
Police K-Nine, Ollie, fastens the wide-eyed
man in her prow.
Hackles rise from scruff of
muscled neck down her rippling spine.
Sharp fangs glisten white under the
flickering glow of a street lamp.
Lips snarl with foaming snaps of snout,
ears flatten to a muscled head,
brown shepherd-eyes simmer in
muggy sweat beneath the churning
clouds of July.
A taunt, bristling beast
seethes with electric rage
focused on the color-drained
face of the male anarchist
crumpled with bowel-soiled pants.
on the beanbag he sleeps
curled up circle of fur
dry food he crunches
by the glass sliding door
ever alert looking around
leaps five feet of the ground
to take a mark
between his front paws
as he lands, he spills the bowl
of dry food and some of the milk
on the saucer
he eats the fly
is pleased with himself
cleans himself
on the beanbag he sleeps
Ollie, born 1997, plays for Chester football club,
Having made his way through Chester juniors;
The club were delighted and chuffed for Ollie,
To be going to Rio as one of the competitors.
As the youngest person to play for England,
Ollie added much to the CP World Champs,
In 2015 at St Georges Park, practice ground,
Because after this he was chosen with clamps.
Ollie Ollie Oxen Free
by Odin Roark
Corners to peer around
The harlequin of angles
Where peeking
Reveals
Where being stuck
Confines
Where feeling trapped
Separates
Our remembered child stands
Eyes squeezed shut
Face buried where two walls meet
Counting to one-hundred
While confidence sought
To play out our innocence
Beneath
Behind
Beside
A trusted game
Waned
Time passed
Shorts became pants
Pants became suits
Nostalgia echoed once more
“Ollie ollie oxen free”
Still we remained
Unwilling to believe
The forged sincerity
Baited with fiendish smile
Enticed with charm
Was but to set up
The next furtive trap
Suddenly
Acquiescence lay naked
Villainous schemers
Knowing but numbers
Who lured
Cajoled
Seduced
Our reluctance to cave
Are…
Later
We dragged ourselves away
Kicking and screaming
“We only wanted to play the game
Not be the game”
Emptiness invaded
Freedom to respond
To return home
To trust a voice
Wasn’t so
Anymore
Ollie ollie oxen free
So simple
So everlasting
Now but an epitaph
ollie
is my dog.
who brings me
unconditional love, is funny, chases the cats
everywhere.
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