Oohing Poems | Examples

bowling bunnies

Bowling bunnies sit in the booth
Sharing boyfriend stories
Oohing and ahhing when there is a strike or a spare.
Flashing their painted pointed three-inch nails
They wear ripped out jeans with high heels
Dressing more like hookers than hookers
No ugly numbered bowling shoes for them.
They are like rock and roll groupies
Except louder, so they can be heard above the pins.

I am Fireworks

They shoot me up into the sky
I hear the crowd
The young one’s voices screaming with delight
uncomfortable laughter of the old ones
They know how dangerous I am
Not yet! I tell myself. Hold on. Not yet!
POP!
I fizzle down into gorgeous lights
I never know my colors until the pop
I am showering bits of glitzy prettiness into the sky
My pieces sparkle and crackle
I fan out like a fountain
The oohing and ahhing of the crowd excites me
Makes me want to do it again
Alas, I only had one pop
I fizzle to the earth,
satisfied,
now
glad
to
die

Jambers Notorious Flea Shop

Where did you get a stuffed albino squirrel?
I say this after giving it a tug and a whirl.
After oohing and ahhing over it, we all yell
And I mean down deep from the bowls of hell…

“Jambers!” loud and proud simultaneously.
We have all been there since our mothers’ knee.
Jambers is the most notorious flea shop in New York.
We spend money there fast enough to stuff porky pork.

Once I found a full-grown suit of armor I had to have.
I rented a truck and brought it to my house along with a calve.
The calve would have been a calf, but it had lost a leg.
I also brought home Blackbeard with a leg that was a peg.

If it is not to be found at Jambers, it is not to be had.
I learned this from my mother, father, and great granddad.
Jambers is the ultimate junk store, known by designers and the king.
If you cannot find anything at Jambers, you do not need anything.

Lilies Were Aghast At New Hybrid

Lilies were aghast at the new hybrid.
She was freckled with orange spots.
How dare she! They whispered.
Some tittered.
Until the garden club ladies appeared
Oohing and praising “spotted medallion orange”.
Now all the lilies wanted to befriend her.

What Are Age Spots

What are age spots? The children ask me.
I show them mine.
They are amazed, oohing and ahhing.
We used to call them freckles, I tell them. But now they are age spots.
They are six and seven.
I wonder if they will remember this when they turn my age.
I am spotted like a giraffe I say.
They giggle.
Perhaps they will remember this.

Baby John

Baby John woke up in a warm new place
His heart leapt for joy
Where was this?
His subconscious recognized the colors
They were more vibrant than those of the earth world
There was more than one mother here
They were oohing and cooing at him
He felt loved, cherished; he knew he was home
Welcome back the angel mamas said.
Loving him as much as they had when they had sent him to earth
You can return to different parents after you rest, they assured him.
He was beloved, he was back!.

She Is a Flobbergooser

She is a vixen, a siren, a flobbergooser, a tramp.
Because she wears a dress? I asked, confused.
Because she wears a red dress.
There are answering murmurs.
I am working on the Alzheimer’s unit
This is the first thing these three women have agreed on.

Don’t look at her! Don’t speak to her! Don’t…..
“HI!” Doris says as the flobbergooser approaches our table.
Her dress is gorgeous – red with tiny pink and yellow birds.
She has the best smile, and she returns the “hi”.
They decide to include her; she sits at the fourth chair.
I hear them oohing and ahhing about her dress.

So is she a vixen? A siren? A tramp? A flobbergooser?
I smile as I fix them hot fudge sundaes.
“You are a femme fatale!” One yells out.
The others nod.
The red-dressed woman smiles.
“At least I’m not a flobbergooser!” She yells.
They laugh until they fall into their hot fudge sundaes.
Best place ever to work.

Art Is Subjective

She loves it; he hates it; the children are indifferent.
Max, the son, runs toward an abstract artist the others do not understand.
Charlotte, the daughter, is reading a book, loving it that she has a bench.
The largest art gallery in New York has no pull to her.
Stepdad is pretending to like what their mother is oohing and ahhing about.
A Monet exhibit where every painting is the same in dull colors.
Trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees, trees.
You can tell they are newlyweds.
Art. Subjective in every possible way.
It separates families, much like religion and politics.
Many opinions, ideas, and feelings.

Valentines Day 2021

This Valentine’s Day it is thirty degrees below zero
So flowers would die, right?  Even the dog won’t go out there. 
We plant marigolds, optimistically in styro-foam cups.
Breakfast is cinnamon and sugar toast for me, eggs for him.
We had bacon, but Sophie Helen, our cocker ate most of it.
My husband was in the snuggling mood. We tried.
Sophie ended up scooting us with her corpulent butt.
“Our baby!” We say oohing and ahhing about her.
She is the only one who stayed; our girls left years ago.
We watch car wrecks on the news; they are horrible.
Not sure why we are riveted. About five o’clock a child calls us. 
She wants to know what we have been doing all day.
I am delighted, at first, until I realize she has the wrong mom.
“Which one was it?” My husband asks hopefully. We have three girls.
There is no way I am telling him it is a wrong number.
Why ruin Valentine’s Day?

Not Ted Surely

No way I can be happy, she said in a weird way.
We imagined she was kidding, this goddess of play. 
Smirking with a silly grin that was not dissipating. 
For where was the Cheshire face originating? 

Come on! Tell! We insisted, dying to hear the story.
Okay, she said. Know that new guy named Tory?
We began screaming and oohing for he was a fox.
To break into his walls would be like conquering Fort Knox. 

No way! We screamed, and she shushed us all the way to church.
He sat in the next pew, where we peered at him on perch. 
They were so cute together, they could not keep smiling at all.
We lived vicariously through their love story, nothing small.

Singing, dancing, playing all took a backseat now for our friend.
The joy she exuded included us. The happy feelings could not end.
This was thirty years ago, and they are still together in every way.
When we get together, their love song helps us all have a better day.

Mooing Oohing Barnyard Zooming

Mooing oohing barnyard zooming
Loosy goosy is gently grooming.
True blue moon is choosing looming.
Sue Boo’s moose is rooster booming.

We are through with the foolishness of you two.
Come back in a month after you move in with McGoo
There’s no need for fu dog stew, nothing to prove. 
This moony barn is frankly peaceful in its wonderful groove.

The Meanness of Nature

Plush peacock king wears his crown with pride
Heralded as one of the features of his spring time park
Admired by thousands, refreshed daily and often
He is created from the prettiest flowers.

Majestic, regal, bold, he is but one of the masterpieces
Created by gardeners who have conquered flower-ologies.
Trussed up in the most vibrant posies at the end of each shift
Strutting his stuff, gloating at his poor brown queen of one color

She sits at the other edge of the garden, in her plainness.
Visited by almost no one, as she is as dull as he is colorful.
The meanness of nature; she understands how the mallard female feels
As she watches the two-leggeds flock oohing and ahhing around the king.

Lockdown Humour

TED

A cheating farmer called Teddy McClure
Thought that his wife knew but he wasn't sure
Oh boy she knew alright
Cos when he took a bite
Of his sandwich it contained pig manure... 

AMY

A flat chested girl called Amy Sparrow 
Went for a boob job down in Palermo
Now cant keep her back straight 
Because of the dead weight 
And she now has to use a wheelbarrow... 

FLYING HERD

Have you ever thought what if cows could fly 
Imagine ducking as a herd flew by
You'd have to wear a hard hat
Or risk being hit by a pat 
And goggles in case you're hit in the eye... 

THE LOVERS

Two lovers went in the woods all alone 
Lots of oohing and aahing and a moan
They're on Utube on show
And what they didn't know 
Someone filmed them from above with a drone... 

FRED DYER

Did you hear about poor Freddie Dyer 
Fell and mangled his manhood on barbed wire 
His bits they couldn't save
But opera fans rave
His falsetto singing in the choir...



Written 29th April 2020.

The It Couple

Here he comes! 
And SHE is with him!
Adoration. Love. Pure fans.
Crazy with enthusiasm for the “it” couple.
Someone screams. Others stare. This is not the Beatles.

He does not hold the door open.
Like in the movies.
She does not smile. 
They do not hold hands.
Fantasy begins unraveling fast.

He notices us, and pops on the “it” smile.
There it is! We begin oohing and ahhing
in our minds, anyway, I do.
She puts on her “it” smile.
Then she opens her mouth and speaks.

Harsh ugly sounding accent.
Nasally and rude like.
They have become less than normal.
Falling from Mount Olympus with a loud crash
into the sea of abnormal and ridiculous.

Mom's Apple Pie

When it comes to the aroma of mom’s apple pie
Even the windchime outside tingles with glee
My lips quiver as I take my first bite
Fondling my fork in anticipation

Exuding its tantalizing fruity bouquet
Oohing and aahing every guest raves
It’s unanimous the flavor’s exquisite
Bravissimo kisses for our Queen Hostess



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on November 23, 2019 for contest SMELL SOUND TASTE TOUCH REPEAT SENSE sponsored by SHERI FRESONKE HARPER  -  Honorable Mention

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