Trump Tosa and his musky rat
Top buddies - (we’ll see about that)
Trump’s proved he’s not quitter
Counting votes from X (twitter)
Next Potus should be Democrat!
Con Trumpster has fallen from grace
He’s pleading “Launch me in to space”
Send me off to Mars
I’ll escape prison bars
And Musk Rat has a smile on his face!
Soon spaceman Trumpy’s in a rocket
‘Pal’ Elon tampers with a sprocket
What Trumpy doesn’t know
He on a one way show
The ‘return’ button’s in musk rat’s pocket!
But sadly, this poem’s a dream
Trumps got ‘Musky Rat’ on his team
The earth is in crisis
These guys roll the dices
I’m sorry for letting off steam!
We used to throw stones for enjoyment now we throw tantrums for enlightenment what a life!
Sick in the head like a rat on poison trying to find the next bread crumbs before l exhale my final breath what a life!
Beautiful , bold success the Language we fluently speak because the hunger is an insatiable monster that keeps wanting more as we give the more we drift apart therefore self realisation vital , what a life!
Goals set and in motion like a rocket headed for mass and dreams the reality of last night 's nightmare we go up and down we get high and low at the price for oxygen oh what a life!
In an old house there once lived a black cat
From half a mile she could smell a fat rat
She was too lazy to run
Liked to spend time in the sun
Lounging on worn out red and white frayed mat.
One day when she did not find her food bowl
She had no doubt it was the rat that stole
Her stomach began to burn
She saw the rat on the run
Chasing it her head got stuck in its hole.
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November 26, 2022
Syllable count : 10 10 7 7 10 (HMS)
Contest : Children's Limericks
Sponsored by : Eve Roper
There lived once in the old house a fat cat
From half a mile she could smell a brat rat
She was too lazy to run
Spent her time under the sun
Lying on worn out black and white old mat.
One day when she did not find her food bowl
She was sure it was the sly rat that stole
Her stomach started to burn
She saw the rat on the run
Chased it blind, her head got stuck in the hole.
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March 2, 2021
Contest : Two Limericks-Let's Have Some Fun
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
SEIGE
Rifle fire. Breaking glass. The hotel screams.
Heart thumping against my ribs and chest,
I note the shooting direction.
Cops taught me that, last time.
Or was it the one before?
I’m up to number four.
My best friend , ashen- faced, rushes towards
the main entrance . No, wait, Danny, wait!
But he flees, risking a fusillade of bullets.
I take a chance on the side door. Rip off my red Tee Shirt.
Bright colours attract attention. Scale a wall, that was close.
Blood drips from my hand.
Superficial scratch, not worth a mention.
Running barefoot, I zig-zag, along the beach.
It’s dense with smoke. Zing of gunfire, acrid
air. I gasp for breath.
A rat on the run, I grab likely shelter, a drain.
Shouts, shots, boots running past.
It’s cramped , damp and mouldy.
One hour? Two? Who knew.
The stutter of gunfire and sirens fade
into the slosh of waves, the cry of a gull.
Trembling, I slither to the entrance.
Fumble for the phone. Dial my best buddy.
Danny doesn’t pick up.
Fear of rats
When I came to my friend’s house,
Doors were open he sat crying in a corner.
What’s wrong, I said. I think I’m going mad
Saw a rat on the kitchen table eating butter.
Some animals have a streak of humour
They often laugh of our antics.
I went into the kitchen and saw many vermin
Feasting on butter sandwiches, I ran
Out of the house and shouted to the crier
I’ll be back but have to go and buy bananas.
Fear of rats
When I came to my friend’s house,
Doors were open he sat crying in a corner.
What’s wrong, I said. I think I’m going mad
Saw a rat on the kitchen table eating butter.
Some animals have a streak of humour
They often laugh of our antics.
I went into the kitchen and saw many vermin
Feasting on butter sandwiches, I ran
Out of the house and shouted to the crier
I’ll be back but have to go and buy bananas.
Fear of rats
When I came to my friend’s house,
Doors were open he sat crying in a corner.
What’s wrong, I said. I think I’m going mad
Saw a rat on the kitchen table eating butter.
Some animals have a streak of humour
They often laugh of our antics.
I went into the kitchen and saw many vermin
Feasting on butter sandwiches, I ran
Out of the house and shouted to the crier
I’ll be back but have to go and buy bananas.
Why!
How dare you apologize?
Such foolish allegations once made
Regret, followed by your lonely shadow
I loved you so much
And you forbade me!
All I need is a hug
But you escape me
Though so cold six feet beneath
I failed to warm you
You told me I was your heart
Though your heart has failed, too
Why must thou perceive me as such
A monster?
A fool?
Though you know your own,
You know nothing of my wounds
Not a sliver of love or respect
Lost, when I found you
Forever escaping my soul
Like a rat on a wheel
Endlessly stuck in place
A place filled with regret
142
Will he even go
To rat on me
To lose the show
What’s the use
Anyway I already
Got my stuff + went
In the old house there once lived a fat cat
From half a mile she could smell a wet rat
She was too lazy to run
Spent her time under the sun
Lying on worn out black and white old mat.
One day when she did not find her food bowl
She was sure it was the sly rat that stole
Her stomach started to burn
She saw the rat on the run
Chased it blind, her head got stuck in the hole.
August 11, 2018
Syllable count : 10-10-7-7-10
(Checked on howmanysyllables.com)
https://soundcloud.com/kentucky-gal/2012-10-24-12-47-20-774the
Now Y'all have had embarrassing moments that happen to you.
Well, I had some myself that I thought I'd share that are true.
Ahh, the humorous side to my country life for me.
From one day to the next I never know where it will take me.
Once I was out doing my yard work content and happy you see.
When all at once the farmers pony was running after me.
From time to time his peacocks and turkeys head over my way.
And a stubborn old goat will definitely ruin ones day.
I've even had to deal with a bee flying up my shorts as I ran around.
Because my lawn mower ran over his hive in the ground.
Once a mouse climbed inside my nightie while watching t.v.
And a farm rat on steroids hid in the bathroom looking up at me.
But I think the funniest thing to happen to me I'd say....
Is when I backed my butt into the electric fence one day!
I let out a holler and laughed then and now.
My what a relief no one saw but the big old brown cow...lol
** Hope y'all can see it's not always a peaceful day in the country for me!...:)
A random thought invasion
Drove me to my knees
I questioned if my very sanity
Was about to up and leave
It gnawed at me incessantly
Like a rat on moldy cheese
It felt like a vice grip on my soul
And wouldn't let me be
I could feel it coursing through my brain
Like earthworms trying to find a home
I screamed desperately for some help
But it's just me here all alone.
Four shots of whiskey later
I drown out the constant roar
My random thought has retreated
But will return tomorrow for more
There was once a woman
who lived on Sheffield's London road
with greasy unwashed hair
black crooked teeth
and huge wart on the end of her nose.
Her eyes were wild and staring
she had rickets and fleas
had hairy legs and knobbly knees
She stank like a million skunks
she hadn't a bath for 12 years and a month.
Her name is Vera Cooper
She could drink any man under the table
and swore like a trooper.
She once won a beauty contest
when she fell into a ugly bugs nest
she had a tattoo of a sewer rat on one breast.
People would run away
whenever she was in town
but the flies would follow her around.
But you know what?
She had a great personality
was so kind and caring
and gave lots to charity.
We fell in love and raised a family
we're very happy together
and so in love
and go together
like a hand in a glove
She's my angel.
''Well they do say it's personality that counts don't they?.''
Peter Dome.copyright.2014.
Town dog’s name -- Buster
He limps on once broken leg
But runs like a pup
Story never told
How Buster’s leg was broken
Silence rule invoked
Countless times I’ve asked
But no one wants to tell me
How this came about
No one wants to talk
About Buster’s tragedy
They hide truth from me
Someone will talk soon
Of this there is certainty
Truth exists somewhere
The tomcat is mute
Ne’er spoke a word about it
I feel he is key
Friends they used to be
And friends they are till this day
Friends don’t rat on friends.
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