Quirky Poems

Riding Hood Truth or Dare

Why Little Red Riding Hood
Seems you're steppin' out
Dodgin' bullets and pullin' clout
And what happened to the Grandma stop
Did she want you out?
The whole forest heard her shout
So come on, what was that all about?

Ohh my hooded and cloaked babydoll
You are a vision of vixen
An icon of dazzling brilliance, beautiful and thrilling
Your hot breath on my

Fairytales and Razorblades

Fairytales and Razorblades
Sitting here alone in my book
Waiting for the words to give back what they took
All of them just lying across the page
So nonchalant yet full of rage
Time is broken and when the pencil snaps
This becomes the beginning of the end
And then
The story is over and it all fizzles and fades
Never to be remembered
And

QUIRKY TURKEY

T’was the night before Christmas, my favorite night,
Excitement, the Christmas tree, presents wrapped bright,
Preparations in full swing for Christmas Day,             
Midnight service, carols ringing, come what may.

The turkey ready, a memory of my dad cooking, I hold dear,
A second turkey for Boxing Day

We call her quirky girl

we call her quirky girl, but her name is Sue
She has striped socks and striped shoes
Her curly hair is in all kind of rainbow hues
She wears pink eyeglasses with hearts said Lou.

And a red cape, don’t forget that said Sam.
Sam has a bit of a crush on our heroine, he is a lamb.
She is so

Quirky Encounters of a 'Glo-N' Kind

     I met a creature at the park
       that I did not recognize
                              in the dark

Wasted Verses Ushers Quirky Pathetic Oeuvre

Wasted verses ushers quirky pathetic oeuvre

HENCE....herewith, 
a post (traumatic) 
stressed disordered poetic whim 
to summarize fantasy
incorrigible lottery dreamer
paradise visage and eyes 
zapping, swatting, and battling 
a bulge with dollar signs
whets imagination with 
Mega Million ticket bought

temptation for instant millions
human foible to reach 
for elusive pot of gold
streak of universal desire
for potential wealth 
overtakes rational self
with

A Quirky Chow Chow

An old chow chow in Albuquerque
is often called odd, weird, and quirky
He drinks only prune juice
His best friend is a goose
and on Thanksgiving he weeps for the turkey

In Praise of Crows

It flew into my yard one bright autumn day
Reminded me of feelings
Severed sometime back
As the burly tattooed man attended to his chores

“They're beggars of the Earth.
Revolting creatures at that,”
She said mockingly
As the burly tattooed man walked out of the shed

My life began to be renewed once more
“I knew of one that attacked a child,”
The old

Quirky Suave Unitarian

After most recent shower,
and particularly washing hair
(then shaking head
analogous to sopping wet dog
drying her/himself after a bath),
I immediately said helloo
to Long lasting fragrance Suave
essentials Daily Clarifying
Deep cleansing Shampoo,
which permeated mine scalp
facilitating healthy follicles.

More so frothy lather upon noggin
after getting rinsed out
yielded bounteous, luscious, luxurious,
and marvelous full bodied tresses
reminiscent when yours truly an adolescent,
a veritable long

Sarah Raccoon's Unfortunate Afternoon

Foxy Farrah, and best friend, Sarah, did lots of things together. 
They liked to laugh, they liked to play, in any kind of weather. 
 
When days were windy, their friend Cindy liked to join the fun. 
And on days with rain, it was quite plain, puddle jumps for everyone! 
 
But on one occasion,

Some Quirky Tercets

The nun is taking coke,

the pope is getting mad -

he told her not to choke.



Her habit's getting bad;

her doctor's even worse,

but drinking makes him sad.



He sped off in a hearse

and gambled quite a lot,

then stole a robber's purse.



Today is very hot,

the judge is getting tired -

he smoked a ton of pot.



I hear they're getting fired...



(Will

My Quirky Aberration

We kiss goodnight and close the light;
just moments pass, and he is snoring!
Why is this brain of mine still bright 

with thoughts- oh my, this is so boring!
The same old process I go through-
once snuggled in, my mind's exploring

those things that I forgot to do,
like lock the door and pull the drapes;
turn off the plugged-in

Growing Old

They said I was an “old fart”
But I hardly think that’s true
My boobs were done in ‘75
But my teeth and knees are new.

And since my eyes were lasered
I have 20/20 sight
Though I like to sit on 50 k
And hate to drive at night.

All in all I object to “old”
But “fart” is another matter
For I think

Quirky Brain Waves

The connections are brittle 
And don’t work like they used to
Sparks are a little dimmer
Sometimes don’t work at all
She has quirks and phobias
She has to live with
Disorientation a familiar state of mind
Emotionally unstable
So easily distracted
Thoughts out of sync 
With what comes out of her mouth
Thinking she lives to avoid people
And fight the headaches
She’s slow and

A Quirky Joint Where Cats Shimmy

A bejeweled trumpet-playing cat?
You are putting me on, right?
Seriously, she’s in town Saturday. I have two tickets.

If I could get a sitter, I might do that.
“Sitters are easy, get one.”
If you have not guessed, my friend has no children.

It is a quirky joint, where cats shimmy down
poles, wearing brief twinkly costumes,
dancing outrageously, wiggling yellow 
neon

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