how should i define?
define the idea of you
my nerves are pranking me
to believe,
"it will be same as someone before you"
for once
i want to dream, i want to believe,
"your love will be grand as seas"
i leave this letter on your door
with a painting of you from my mind
you will never absquatulate me
your beaming smile will forever hide my crimes
the crime I define as-"loving a liar"
that unforgivable sin will bury in the past
and my idea of you will forever last
Categories:
pranking, longing, love,
Form: Free verse
Lordy, forty, kind regards!
we’ll be standing in your yard.
Pranking friends, we never tire:
fifteenth letter, set on fire...
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H/T to Caren Krutsinger's Who Am I
Categories:
pranking, bird,
Form: Rhyme
She was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.
When she changed her name to Butch,
and her preferred pro-noun to Z.
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.
Then one night we met by chance
in the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I mean, not I.
All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew, bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
They are now dating.
Categories:
pranking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I liked her; she was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
I guess that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.
When she changed her name to Butch
and her preferred pro-noun to Z,
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.
Then one night we met by chance
In the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I, mean not I.
All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew and bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
he’s now a right pussy
and their dating.
Categories:
pranking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
When morning comes too early in the day,
And I have not yet begun to plan the afternoon
I shall make some time for myself to play.
For such a day leaves room to be the buffoon,
And find the time to do what pleases me most
Perhaps, I shall buy a yellow or a red balloon.
I shall blow it up and tie it to my fencepost
For no reason I shall make my neighbors wonder
About what it is that I am making boast.
Or, I think, it shall give them pause to ponder
What it is that I am celebrating today
They surely have a little time to squander
And if they don’t, they will find a way
To shake their heads and laugh audaciously
At a neighbor who has pranked their day.
BRONZE MEDAL WINNER
written September 23, 2021
submitted to "***ty Poems" poetry contest
All Poetry, December 4, 2021
Categories:
pranking, fun,
Form: Terza Rima
TOM’S TURKEY ANTICS
Tom Cunningham, cunning with his limericks.
Slick and sassy, a bit devilish too. If he were
Santa, his bag would be full of not toys but lists
of sensational poetics for adult boys and girls.
Tom’s turkey antics have him roasting Polly,
handcuffing Santa, whip-creaming Rudolph.
Oh the things this guy won’t pull on Christmas,
like pranking and impounding Santa’s sleigh.
Ho! Ho! ho! Humor is the game that Tom plays!
12/11/2019
Tribute to Tom Cunningham
Categories:
pranking, tribute,
Form: Verse
"Our Beautiful Mom”
© 2015 Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
Mom, here I sit on this special day,
Thinking of you and your caring ways
You were always so giving
Had a heart that was true
You sure loved your kids
There was no wrong we could do
Even when we were selfish
You'd always find a way
To give more of yourself
Without any delay
You loved us unconditionally
Wanted us to always have the best
Always giving all that you had
Not caring if you had anything left
That was just who you were
It sure came naturally for you
You loved to brag up your kids
But never saw the beauty in you
But Mom, you were beautiful
In just so many ways
You left a lasting impression
That will remain all our days
You gave us so many memories
How growing up could be fun
Pranking total strangers
Was one of your favourite ones
Yes, you were beautiful, Mom
And we will never forget
The legacy you left us
And the example you set!
© 2015 Michelle Lynn LeBlanc
Categories:
pranking, bereavement, death, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
It's that time of year again
A day dedicated to deception
Fake articles to retro sites
Rubber chickens and whoopy cushions.
April Fool's Day here once more
As comical chaos is unleashed
From pranking the unexpected
To fake news to fool all.
A day dedicated to pranks
From sticky notes everywhere
Of your room mate's room
To far and feathering your enemy.
Endless pranks, creative approaches
To fool your friends and loved ones
Pulling the wool over their eyes
Just to get a good laugh in.
A day for pranks and fun
Deceiving the masses
Causing comical chaos
Unleashing the strangeness
Upon the digital and real worlds.
April Fool's Day
Prankster's Holiday
Pull a good prank
Have a great laugh.
Categories:
pranking, humor, poetess, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
The ocean is more often rough than smooth
When one upsets the gods with doubt.
Craving a lad’s pranking--
That deserves a spanking,
For Love’s union is not child’s play.
When I was a child I acted as a child
Needing Mother’s hugs and rebukes.
Living in childhood values is tad bit shallow,
And you wade in puddles,
But an adult is meant to swim in the waves.
For Hope is the mature communion
Where the glass vessel has no cracks.
And I discover husband’s deep water,
In summer mornings strung together like pearls.
Each blessed mating adds to the masterpiece.
Categories:
pranking, summer,
Form: Free verse
The lemurs perched on branches,
Fluffy tails all hanging down;
Their faces looked like rubber
And their fur was russet brown.
There might have been a dozen
In this part of the display,
When something happened that
I don’t think happens every day.
A piercing, noisy, clamorous
Cacophony of sound
Erupted from these animals;
Their terror was profound.
Such agitation, so intense,
(This was the real megillah)
Was triggered by a man who made
The noise of a gorilla.
I guess it was convincing
For the lemurs were quite crazed;
And those of us who witnessed this
Were equally amazed.
When they calmed down, a child piped up,
“Dad – make that noise again.”
The father acquiesced, to prove
The intellect of men.
The lemurs, though, did not react
For instinct did suffice
To let them recognize the fool
Who’d try to trick them twice.
Categories:
pranking, animals,
Form: Rhyme