JEEZ LOUISE I DIN'T THINK I'D WIN, I HAVEN'T GOT A THING WRITTEN ON PAPE
OH WAIT, I THINK I HAVE A FEW SQUARES OF TOILET PAPER IN MY SOCKY-NICK
YUP ! HERE IT GOES LADIES AND GERMS.
'I WISH TO THANK ALL MY FAMILY MEMBERS AND MY POETRY SOUP FACULTY
FOR THEIR LOYAL READS AND BRAVO ,BRAVO, GIVE ME MORE, PLEADS...
I WISH TO THANK MY ORGANIST WHO PLAYED WHILE I PIPPED OUT IN PRIDE
MY VIOLINIST AS HE HELD MY LITTLE BOW IN PLACE AS I SANG POOR ME
MY DJ CARLOS CUZ HE ALWAYS KEPT ME HAPPY AS I SANG THE OLD SONG
I WISH TO THANK MY EYELASH TINTER, MY HAIRDRESSER AND MY COVEN OF
WITCHES. WITHOUT THEIR BROOMSTICK POWER I'D BE STILL IN A COWER
JEEZE PELEASE NO CLAPS TODAY, IT MAY WRINKLE MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR.
OH AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST I'D LIKE TO THANK ARTHUR VASO FOR STARTING THIS FIASCO. HE IS THE MAN, FOR THE HUUPA HOORA TOORA TOORA LI SONG WE ARE POETS WE ARE STRONG.
I SHOULD KNOW CUZ WHEN IT COMES TO HUMOR, MY MY HE IS "KING" OK
NOW, ONTO REAL POETRY !!!
FROM YOUR BELOVED PIXIE
XOXO
Categories:
pipped, future, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
“A Burning Seed”
Surrounded by love, By I still cant move.
My vinyl is spinning, Without the needle in the groove.
My thoughts and passions burn without a chance of escape,
Overwhelmed with chains I fear will never break.
I want to stand tall and burst into sprint. . .
But reality dawns like a permanent splint.
Sunshine is irrelevant, Contentment seems so far,
Always being pipped at the post, Or putting it over the bar.
I see success around me every single day,
My only peace and sanity when I hear my children play.
Their my only thread of platinum in a cosmos made of coal,
There strength, Courage, And happiness will remain my only goal.
Categories:
pipped, father, feelings, parents, sad,
Form: Rhyme
May the Lord please circumvent.
My new abode, an oxygen tent.
Of course, I won't pay any rent.
Illusions going heaven sent.
Manifest a daily toast.
Inhaling just a legal dose.
Believing its just the most.
What! you mean Depart my cave?
Don,t you know I,m well behaved?
If E>T> was humane he,d have it made.
Friends outside my tent would wave.
Inside i,d try with all my might.
To get higher than a kite.
Please wear no frown.
My feet are firmly on the tent ground.
I would work with little rest.
May these inventions please be blessed.
Deductions that fit your taxes.
City jobs not needing license.
Little pills, a cure for all.
All while causing no withdraw.
Paten-leather sandals with suction soles.
As sleep walkers up tall buildings goes.
Nite-caps with pipped hair-pins.
Protecting sleep walkers from crisp winds.
Comfort cloths pins that fit your nose.
Sprinkled with extra-strength no-dose.
Printing press that dollars churn-out.
Glowing candles that never burn-out.
Oh, You know the list is endless.
So please remember who your friend is.
Before I sign-off, may I say.
Have yourself a very, very merry day.
God Bless!
Categories:
pipped, humor,
Form: I do not know?
Hail-fellow-well-met had hair of the dogs
A little pipped up to scare off the fogs
A sip and a trip
A night of a strip
All made Hail-Fellow a passel of hogs
Categories:
pipped, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Sixty measly quid
To last me a whole week
A victim of Broken Britain
My misery’s at its peak
Stripped of my dignity
Powers on the wane
Surviving on frozen fish fingers
The giro’s run out again
Three quid on that lousy nag
No sweeties for the wean
My 4-1 shot pipped at the post
The giro’s run out again
Resistance is futile
Who listens when we complain?
No manifesto for the masses
The giro’s run out again
In the bleak midwinter
British Gas pile on the pain
Prices up by 18 per cent
The giro’s run out again
Suicide seems the only way out
As I walk home in the rain
When will this misery ever end?
The giro’s run out again
Categories:
pipped, angst, confusion, life, on
Form: Verse
Peter put up potted plants on paths and patted himself
Pasted posters on pitted parts where people paid to pee
Praised and panned , through pleas and plans, pots and pans he banned
Pipped at the post in poles and piqued, he put it all on press.
Categories:
pipped, funny,
Form: Alliteration