Repeat The Sounding Joy, Little Drummer Boy.
Up on the housetop 4 calling birds sing,
Why does she wear 5 golden rings?
Jack Frost will nip at the famous nose that's red,
then sticky canes and gingerbread.
In fairyland snow underneath mistletoe,
she wishes for chilly kisses, but will he show?
Three french hens greet Emanuel, whispering to him, "Joyeux Noel."
Silverbell dreams of little girls and boys,
figgy pudding, Kris Kringle toys.
My true love sent to me a jingle bell melody
of chestnuts roasting and eggnog toasting
under a Christmas tree.
Repeat The Sounding Joy Little Drummer Boy,
and play your drum for him, a joyous hymn.
Celestial beings will sing, Welcome to the New Born King,
the world's great glorious blessing.
RA POP PA PA PA POM
loud exuberant cheering
the hats are on
everyone has pompoms
every time their god opens his mouth
they go nuts
shades of Hitler
they are so loud none can hear what he says
he makes all kinds of claims
mostly lies
they hear him not
so proud, puffed up
loving his pompous attitude
and his big stupid grin
he could be talking about snake oil salesmen
or the merits of new feminine products
the crowd is frenzied
his fervent admirers
cheering every time he tries to utter a sentence
he is more and more puffed up
they adore me he thinks
I can say anything
And he is right.
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
Buddha says to me
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
He flips me in a tree
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
I get stung by a bee
Pom Tiddley Om Pom
So meditatively.
POM POMS FOR MAUREEN AND JAN
Maureen’s titillating poem, tit for tat.
Excitement of goosebumps,
sure as tease, shown in verse.
She has Jan’s front and back.
An exclamation - a sisterhood shout:
what’s this all about - birds or not?
Unfortunately, my title can’t wink,
smile or rise in peaks of zenith blue.
Two sets of pom-poms fly in my face…
My irreverent revue seeks second place.
4/19/2018
Reference:
Maureen McGreavy’s “POINT FOR EXCLAMATION - FOR JAN
Jan Allison’s “I’VE GOT BLUE ****
my contst pom - compliant son!
Oh son, I pity you try but fail
In Biology, lizards, rats have tail
I told, mug up ,vomit words
You'll pass, you'll fly high as birds
In quiz, Madam said, you spit up a snail?!
12th October 2016
In front of a blackboard I walk
Around in my classroom and talk
Of motion and fall,
Gravity on a ball,
My hands and my shirt full of chalk.
October 12, 2016
For vivs missing lttr contst
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
Last Christmas an ugly old frog
got fat drinking holiday nog.
But I saw him this fall
looking not fat at all -
in bright shorts out taking a jog!
Writtn Oct 10, 2016 for vivs missing lttr contst
Zip lining across the blue sky,
I thought I saw Miss Piggy go by,
wearing a pink boa,
yelling out "amore,'"
realized now that pigs can in fact fly!
10-12-16
Climb to a high mountain shack
Pot and good **** in my pack
A hot Navy flick
A hot busty chick
My pants captain said, "Up stack!"
My Contst Pom
On day I saw a dog,
Who’s mug was that of a frog,
His bark was a croak,
That astonishd the folks,
Who stood by th swamp aghast.
Written: 10/11/16
Submitted for: vivs missing lttr contst - Potry Contst
Sponsored by: Viv Wigly
Bounti-fall
By: Blake Myers
Blowing trsss, sounding of rain,
It is that timn of yr again,
Crisp air, cool brzzz, soon to b night,
Hay and pumpkins always in sight,
If ol' scaircrow only had a brain.
A silly tall man from Walsall
Thought that climbing high on a wall
And standing on top
By starting his drop
That this fall would turn him back small.
Good morning ma’am, how do you do?
How I wish I was going with you
On a trip on a boat
With a sail for a coat
Crossing rain, sky, and windy storms too
A limrick for Viv Wigly,
I had to scrawl my words so Kwigly,
Vino a proposal
Alcohol at disposal
I barf’d and my writing is Sqwigly
10/10/2016
I thought I saw a duck going amuck
In front of a racing truck,
Not much fun at first spy
To find as I go by,
That duck driving this truck was a cluck.
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