prickly and simply
wrinkly and pimply
old aged and one paged
ungauged and enraged
wildly carefree
honest living at seventy-three
Witch Wilma’s accurate abracadabras no longer work
Wiley wizard had jinxed her, that mean little jerk!
She had to give up favorite kinds of bewitching
Which made her pimply purple nose go wild with twitching
Incantations and spells are now a thing of the past
Mumbo jumbo sabotage of that little creep better not last!
Dark denizens of the night
gathering in ill-lit backrooms
haunts of the night
They tease each other with
rouged cheeks, their mascara
their pimply breasts, shaved legs
Some are known for tantalizing
tempting striptease, revealing
hairy chests and knobby knees
Their hardened faces greeting poor
unsuspecting 'straights,' who, horrified
run screaming off into the night
And now the Left has lumped these
misbegotten sickos of the night
in with today's 'civil rights movement'
of transgenders, kweers, and worse
too debauched to describe, to be
celebrated in 'Drag Queen Shows'
in our public libraries, where America introduces
her precious youngsters into the fraudulent
creepy cabals of Satanism, endorsed by 'leaders' gone mad
Green faced lady who owns a sweet calf
You are truly frightening my other half.
Your elongated face is much like a giraffe.
And we are both terrified of your laugh.
Green faced lady, you look like a witch.
We shudder when you come by to ding doing ditch.
I have heard that you are a tattletale and a snitch.
Your pimply face looks like it has a perpetual itch.
Green faced lady, you are more than the status quo.
I spied you in my dried-up garden, way down below.
You were chewing up my beans, the ones I would like to hoe.
How soon you will change back into a frog, we will never know.
Baby Rick Gets Into Honey
Sticky
Ricky
Happy Home Boy
Gladdie
Laddie
Pizza Face
Simply
Pimply
Seasonal Track Star
Winter
Sprinter
What Jiminy Got For Speeding
Cricket
Ticket
April 15, 2022
-you should fear the fourth of November
because your old butt is sitting on a powder keg
after a summer of disease and restriction
after a summer boiling over with George
the young are holding the matches
and day
upon
day
upon
day
the media spits gasoline in their pimply
black veiled faces.
The "black veils" have no immunity to losing
because they've been given trophies
for bringing up the rear..
they've been raised by the over-tolerant villagers
not the parents
never spanked
now they've broken rank
with civility
carrying left-handed shanks
encouraged by professor anarchy
You should fear the fourth
because your old butt is sitting on
a powder keg
and if the orange one wins
the brats will be pitching matches and gasoline
like we used to pitch horseshoes and pennies.
Fourteen
At fourteen,
Lost in the woods
Squatting to pee, it
Runs down my leg
hot and itchy
No one knows where I
am, or was
My face splotched
and pimply
Always embarrassed
No kissing for me
The boys want perfect skin
pretty smiles
I hide in those pine trees
Near the pond and farm
There’s no watch or clock
I can’t read the sun
Just my hunger
When it’s time to go I walk
Past the corn,
over the stones
Rotting apples on the lawn
The door unlocked, my room
Hot and bare
While all the ribald pranks bubble,
made-up faces grin across conference halls--
botox-filled, pimply holes smoothly done
where bag of word- tricks fumble: and allies
looking like nitwits roar in noisy guffaws
bantering with other co- stooges
whose exchanges tangle in crazed quips.
A showtime of indulgent egos now outwit
each other… these officials unmindful
that polka-dot on noses, foreheads, jaws
concealed by make-overs are now melting:
Just then, a well-groomed speaker bangs
the gavel to end day’s hysterical circus...
tell me, how can inane clowns be worthy
of prime news when all they say are fake!
Contest of Edward Ibeh: Polka Dots
1/21/2019
Creepy
Oozing
Pimply
Witchy
Ominously lit by bonfire
Grabs me to throw on hot coal pyre
I run
I jump
I yell
I scream
They drag me back kicking and hitting
I refuse to stop, never quitting
Drug her
Mug her
Smack her
Crack her
Alert, I refuse to go easy
They let me go, my stomach queasy
Owlish
Foul-ish
Smelly
Bad stuff
I feel quite grateful, big and rough
Glad Mommy taught when to be tough.
In the bright sunshine
the chilled wind
raised pimply goose bumps.
The capricious weather
fooled us again.
Dilly,
Dilly.
GLITTERING GENERALITIES
I vow that you will be happily effected
If I am elected by your selection
At the forthcoming election.
With great dedication
I shall diligently bother
To uphold the glory of this great nation
Founded by our forefathers!
National debt,
Is dragging us under,
Forlornly unmet,
Tearing us asunder!
I shall keep economy healthy
By reducing taxes on the wealthy,
And allowing banks to freely operate
With no control of interest rates.
I shall supply for those who behave
Complete care, cradle to the grave.
Increased medical care for the elderly,
Even youth, rash and pimply.
Our democracy will be securely laid
In backward nations
By increasing foreign aid,
And greater exportation.
I’m a strong proponent of women’s rights.
Against abortion I will continue to fight.
We’ll peacefully solve disputes
By fair judiciary
And dig out their roots
By increased military.
So, as you can see
As I’ve said repeatedly,
It is my intention
To reduce government intervention,
So that we can get
Out of our national debt.
Enter Your Plea
All rise for the honorable judge,
some pimply-faced wiener-teen
with a computer mouse for a gavel,
a keyboard for a bench
and the whole world is on trial.
Welcome to the millennial's millennium
1000 years of cyber-bullying
sworn over oath of the holy Facebook
to rain down judgment from above
like precision guided twitter turds.
Any minor misstep makes you a target,
bully-proof vests will spare no one
for Punk-tilious is his name
and ruthless forum flaming is his game
(well, it’s that or Flappy Bird.)
Let all give ear, as he doles
expert opinion on politics, science,
sociology, psychology, and every other –ology
from his sweat-stained easy chair
in his parent’s basement. OMG WUT!??
ORDER! Order in the court,
20 million likes and three times the shares,
a jury of my peers has found
me guilty of contempt…
perhaps rightly so!
07/19/15
At the bus stop the other say brazen remarks
terrible things,from outside their hearts
The boy hangs his head,day's a bad start
As the little boy walks into the classroom
they call him dumb, stupid and a goon
the other kids point and laugh at him
they’ll never know how his life is so dim
In holy shoes he treads on the wet sidewalks
coat undersized and soaked are his socks
Greasy and pimply peers eye him like hawks
saying the next insult in their little talks
Father returns home and now things are worse
This boy -these children they live with a curse Dad punches, kicks and beats them bare
and from behind mother’s eyes do stare
His brothers tease him he is a dud
This boy is hated by his family, his blood
So he decides he can’t handle anymore
He grasps his Fathers shotgun lying on the floor
Been searching high, been searching low
For a gal I could spend my life with
Found one but she's got a pimply bum
And real bad breath, take a whiff!
She's no dreamboat, sunken ship perhaps
She walks with a limp and she stutters
I've just got no luck, in a quandary I'm stuck
Soon be old and decrepit, and I mutter
Maybe it's me that might be the problem
No Adonis though at one time I thought so
Just coz I dribble and spit in the street
Down inside I'm really quite sweet though!
Surely there's a chance that I'll find her soon
They say there's a mate for all lovers
I'm sure she's out there, a gal I'd be proud of
Not one that has wings and can hover!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
Remember way back when?
Gummy bears and peppermint sticks
Such treats when we were ten
Teenage years weren't far behind
Raging hormones and pimply skin
And puppy love so intense
It sent our heads in a spin
Soon we made it to almost twenty
Really couldn't imagine how
Our first job is a cashier at Walmart
Making real money, holy cow
We meet that sweet special someone
Our world is twirling around
Before we can say Jackie Robinson
We two are parenthood bound
We're blessed with a couple of kiddies
Relieved when they finally mature
They grow up to be a doctor and lawyer
We're peacock proud for sure
Never thought I'd see the day
When someone would call me Gramps
It all started with ice cream and lollipops
When we were a couple of scamps
© Jack Ellison 2012
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