Pogo Poems | Examples

Throw Blanket

Throw Blanket

My throw blanket has 
gone of to 
France by way of 
pogo stick.

Love Is What We Share

love is made of brick-and-mortar
love is hopping on a pogo stick
love consists of bits and pieces
love is a jigsaw puzzle in a box
love is joy and laughter
love is a ride on the Ferris Wheel
love is eating pink cotton candy
at the county fair
love is what we are after
thus
love is what we share

The Steakknife of Despair

Stabbed in the	heart- I yelled by, a bloody steakknife !
My tutor that worked	with Lindsay did	squat,
Lindsay centre,	filled. me with	strife,
 Pogo man  in a hole,leg chopped,life shot.	

Living  in limbo ,it surely feels-like hell	,
Life in a care home slashed me like a knife
Life is a rocky road , nothing more to tell
Nerves are a ringing, I feel nothing but strife

Another Nonsensical Tale

"Balls!" said the umpires
"Strike!" yelled the pins
"Take that!" cried the little girl
who kicked both my shins

And when the green penguin 
started dancing a jig
I realized it was high time
to buy a new wig

So I hopped on my pogo stick
and headed to town
Took me two weeks to get there
bouncing up and down
 
But the town was abandoned 
Oh no, not again!
And that's when I spotted
a large rabid hen
 
It was foaming at the beak
when it then spotted me
so I bounded and hopped
up the side of a tree

Then the tree said "gesundheit"
though no one had sneezed
and the squirrel with his nuts
seemed mightily pleased

Saw a midget run by
looking like Ben Gazzara
and over his shoulder
was Maureen O'Hara
 
Then I sprang from the tree
and pogo'd back home 
where I wasn't quite sure
how to wrap up this poem

So I stole a line here 
and borrowed a line there
nobody will read it
'cause nobody cares

And that ends the story
you can sigh in relief
Every bit of it's true
if you suspend disbelief

© Mike Wise 
7-5-24

words give me a kick

Words are fun, they give me a kick
Vomit, pooh pooh, manure, ick!
Some bounce like a grasshopper’s pogo stick
Others are greasy, grimy, slimy, sticky, sick
Z words are rare, as are words that being with Q.
Name words make me enthusiastic, that’s what they do.
Zing, Zany, Zig, Zippy, Ziggy zag zoo, delight me so.
You can never go wrong with words any direction you go.

Clicky Clacky Skeleton Tick Tocks

big eyed owl
all puffed up
tormented by wind
whistling tree branches
tick tock of clock tower
dog wolfs himself up

identical black cat howlers
tug of war
puffing
spurting
spitting
sneaky skeleton ticks and tocks

clicky clacky clicky clacky
whoo whoo whee whee
bouncing skeleton head
diabolical music
villain dance
four smart ass skeletons

ring around the rosie
five-year-old jig
cartoon music
pogo sticking
rolling jack hammering
playing dah bones

piano spine
clunk on dah head
weird laugh
violin cat
playing sassy silly skeletal scales
caw caw caw caw
damned rooster!

Corsets and Candy Cigarettes

Where are my old white corsets
  Right next to your candy cigarettes

Hey! We didn't get today's edition of 'Grit'
  It's canceled. They use bad words now like 'Guck' and 'Spit'

Oh, and I can't seem to find my orange Pez dispenser
  I threw it out. They've proved that Pez causes cancer

By the way, have you seen the Sunday funnies
  They're a no-go, ever since they canceled 'Pogo'

You know I've got two tickets for the Brooklyn Dodgers
  Ha, ha, ha! Even Sandy Koufax is just an old codger

Then I'm going cruising in my new Studebaker
  --with that benchwarmer from the Minneapolis Lakers?

Before I forget, don't throw away my bottle of royal blue ink
  Ball point pens been around since '38, sister, even in pink 

So you shan't think me old-fashioned, I just bought a brand-new TV!
  -Yeah, a nine-inch black-and-white with vacuum tubes that smile at me

But I paid for it with five million Wheaties box tops!
  That's crazy... I think I'll start collecting used lemon drops...

Pogo Dog

It’s magic at mealtimes the way she transforms;
the back legs defy all the physical norms.
She springs into action with vertical leaps;
there must be some kangaroo in there down deep.

She bounces like pogos have replaced her feet;
she’s getting that nose up to six feet or more.
A helium balloon can hardly compete;
I’m telling you, man, this pup really can soar!

Pandora and Her Library

Pandora’s library is an eclectic group of gorgeous well-loved things
Dragons, gargoyles, faeries, fantasy books that lead to diamond rings
There is a whimsy and cherished feeling that cannot be denied,
For within Pandora lives her inner child, with a smile wide

Pandora is ageless, this coffee mug collector, who loves her books.
Missives of romance and poetry. some collected for their pretty looks.
She has a shelf of her childhood picture books also, from her mother.
She has not kept any missives selected by her blood-thirsty brother.

Her world is upside down fun, enthusiasm on a pogo stick.
She keeps herself alive and well, and lays fantasy on rather thick.
Her library guardians - gargoyles and dragons, come along at night
She will be sneak reading next to this bookshelf with a red flash light

Yes, under the fluffy bed covers, she can often be found.
Not making a peep, not making a sound
Remembering how often she had to sneak, book-bound
As she read well into the night, when her folks were around.

Carolyn

Carolyn
ocean breeze -
scent of brine!

Along Florida’s shores
she happily rambled
to spots where sunshine pours.
Fisher and swimmer, she
dove and sailed many times
in waters deep as sea.

Done in childhood: hopping and leaping,
jumping off things and pogo-sticking.
Daring skills on her God was heaping.
A lover of reading, writing, arts, and
football, hockey; even cheerleading.
As team debate captain, she was grand!
“Fearless or foolish?” her bio asks.
It matters not – she lived life fully.
In heaven's light, dear Carolyn now basks.

July 9, 2021

for Tributes To Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

70's Teenager

We knew how to be kids in the 70s,
Playing outside every day,
We made our fun with what we had,
Skip rope, pogo stick, stilts even climbing a tree,
We had no fear, if you got hurt you got up and carried on,
No running to mum.

Our mates lived down the street or nearby,
Not online miles away,
We would meet up and chat face to face,
Not like today kids chat on the laptop,
In the 70s there where no computers, play station or handheld games,
We watched the tv read a book or played a game.

The telephone was attached to the wall, no moving around,
Privacy was a no no on your call,
The tv had three channels  BBC 1, 2 and itv,
If you was lucky enough to have a tv,
Most had a black and white, if you had money it was a coloured one.

Central heating was a coal fire downstairs,
Been brave running down to get dresses,
Or under the ..... blankets upstairs,
Frost on the inside windows boy it was cold,
I really dont miss that part of it at all.

Respect for your elders was a big thing,
It was mr and mrs or aunty and uncle,
If you misbehaved it was "wait till your father gets home",
Now I would carry on with out consequence,
Life was so much more simple in the 70s,

The Squigglehawk Ball

I had the craziest time at the Squigglehawk ball
all the Frazzlefairies were bouncing off the wall,
Jellyfunts were swinging their enormous trunks
as they boogied away with pongalicious skunks

Young Squigglehawks gyrated in the balmy air
wearing pink tutus but their fannies were bare
Their antics created a humderendous kerfuffle
Pa panwongled them all with his wangabuffle!

When their Ma vamished some rainbow gowns
the youngsters claimed they looked like clowns
But they adored their lush spinklerly violet wings
and pogo-loged as if their legs were on springs

Ma Squigglehawk put on a spingle spangle spread
with chumley corn spears and warm glitterpuff bread
Pa Squigglehawk  had brewed some honeydew wine
it sparkled like silver moondust and tasted so divine! 

I flange wanged in the arms of a fit frazzlefairy
but we had to part when the bong went hairy
The next Squigglehawk ball is Saturday at eight
I can’t wait to wange with my frazzlefairy date 

Craziest Time At The Poetry Contest
Choice 1:  Craziest Time At  .......

Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger

179 Words

07/27/20

The Enemy

We all recognize them well.
                The number of times we've battled.
                 An enormous number to tell.
               
                Our world is shrinking.
                Our society is shriveling away.
                We're destroying our living planet.              
                Watching our world decay.

                I don't intend to create a huge fuss.
                Employ a moment.                                        
                You'll  realize.
                Our enemy is US!



         *The inspiration for this poem comes from the comic strip "POGO" created by Walt Kelly 
             that first appeared in newspapers on Earth Day 1971

Four Bears

Flying Jib son of Curry Comb
The care of the comb son of Garden Gnome

Garden Gnome son of Pillow Case
The case of the headrest o’ Second Base

Second Base son of Baby Chick
The chick who’s a pip son of Pogo Stick

Pogo Stick son of Gunder Fahr
The father of man son of Zanzibar

Zanzibar son of Zanihey
The hey zani hey son of Make My Day

Make My Day son of Monocle
The cull of the one son of Dimn Endoll

Dimn Endoll son of Angel Eyes
The seer of the saint son of Biting Flies

Biting Flies son of Linseed Oil
The oil of the flax son of Munsell Soil

Munsell Soil son of Swami Snake
The snake in the basket o’ Pullman Brake

Pullman Brake son of Hatta Tik
The bug in the rug son of Balletic

Balletic son of FBI
The Tommy gun men son of Hy and Dri

Hy and Dri son of Daily News
The word on the street son of Boogie Shoes

Boogie Shoes son of Years Ago
The gone by the way son of Best in Show

Best in Show son of Links of Chain
The iron that weeps son of Dick and Jane

Dick and Jane son of Bob and Weave
The blow to the head son of Makebelieve

Makebelieve son of Elmo Bib
The under the pin son of Flying Jib

Uniorn Limericks

Unicorn with a red pogo stick
Went to a forest way too thick
Got stuck on a limb
Laughed at by elf Jim
Who ran to get help but not too quick

Unicorn with a pretty girl’s blue bike
Went on a little springy Boy Scout hike
Pushed by a daughter
Fell into water
Came out sputtering yelling for Mike

Unicorn with pink polish on her toes
Had a horrible time as everyone knows
Faced stomach trouble
Her waist did double
Gas in tummy quickly burped a rose

Unicorn with orange hair luckiest yet
Purple dragon for a holiday pet
When he got mad
Dragon got glad
With his fire, rarely lost a bet.

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