cranky and bearish
cantankerous attitude
she spends days alone
ornery and waspish
rantankerous daily
she has her own ways
prickly and grouchy
she yells sat tv people
her only friends
Ornery
Poetry
Meter like
A gnarled
Oak Tree
Eloquent
Poesy
Ethereal
Far from me
the womans sista took exception to what was happening
and wanted in on the deal.
" thats my Daddie Dough,"
ya'll gonna get me sum-of-dat money"
I got a secret formula too, and ya'll need mine
to get where ya'll wanna be.
her daddies recipe
7 cups of rised yeast dough
in a sauce pan add 1 cup of pureed raisins
1/4 cup of butter
1/4 cup of chopped fine almonds
1/4 molassas
3 tablespoons of vinegar
mix well and allow to rise.
that's how my Daddie made those
wonderful loaves
that my formula too, I won-summa-dat money!"
Hubert awash was a Josh for his Bonn,
he was in a toss at the ton and never knew his cons,
say today that was interest and wand, that he could only shoot his lawn-
he never needed but had all his own knots for the fawns.
There is yelling and crying
Good.
There is screaming.
A loud wail. Great!
Uh-oh.
Dead quiet.
I creep up, quietly
To spy on them
Knowing something is
Up. They are four, six,
And eight,
Only quiet when they
Are up to their most
Dastardly deeds.
Ain't An Ornery Yahoo
Old widow lady of ninety-two
Lives by herself with nothing else to do
Except sit in her chair next to the window
And stare out for hours with dreams of her past woe
I reckon she ain't ornery yahoo
With a few bricks short of a load
Doing nothing but fuss and talk for ever and tells tall tales
Ain't no telling of those tall tales are true
Whaddya think?
She sits in her chair next to the window
And stares out for hours with dreams of her past woe
Seasons have come and gone with the flowers,
Grass and trees changing colors
She's ran off all her children, family, and friends
Doing nothing but fuss and talk for ever and tells tall tales
With a ruckus if you don't agree and resist
She gets riled up lifts up her clenched dukes and
Lands an uppercut to the mug she’s kissed
Whaddya think?
Y’all want to stay out of her crosshairs if ya can’t resist
Cause y’all open a can of worms if you persist
She carries a small pearl handle chrome plated
Stup nose 22 pistol in her purse
© 7/22/2015
Contest Name: Colloquialisms
Sponsor: Laura Leiser
Good GOD you're a pain
You crazy old fool!
Stop bending my brain
Oh yeah? Hate you too!
Don't you SAY that!
Call me one of those
I'll make your lip fat
Bust your skinny nose!...
Hey man, what's shakin'?
In the neighborhood
What's that you makin'?
Smells pretty good
Nope not too hungry
Gonna' rain I hear
Nah, wasn't angry
Got any beer?
Simba's an ornery cat says the vet
During visits both get greatly upset
Simba grumbles and hisses
Not at me or the missus
But at the vet who ain't tamed him as yet
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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