you inspire this man that is shy,
When i now rile and curse
From my head to the end of my skirts
and fear that i may fall dry ahead
Cry of debt before my death
I am be-mused, yet not be-fogged
when i see you anew under same moonlight
and not see a bug
the hens were stirred up, mad as hops
I figured it had something to do with pops
if anyone can rile up anyone, it is he
I ran off to the woods, and they ran after me
They were clucking and fussing as only hens do
I dove into the pond, still wearing one shoe
they jibber and jabbered, walking up and down the bank.
If you don’t have hens, you have the Lord God to thank.
graveyard ghoul was insanely weird to those who could see
Luckily, this only included my Aunt Amy and me
Others were not clairvoyant; they had no idea at all
this creepy ghoul was standing right next to that wall
his claws are creepy and his teeth are nasty said Aunt Amy Cup
I told her to shush, for I did not want to rile this creepy guy up
The graveyard ghoul gave me a nod but sneered in her direction.
I instinctively knew right away, this was not a sign of affection.
it is truly difficult to provoke, exacerbate or rile me up.
I had a horrible mean temper when I was but a pup.
But it never did anything that helped me in any way.
Matter of fact, it brought regrets every time it would play.
Not on your nelly is telly better than laughs from your belly
That roar rocks you to the core before long you’ve a sore jaw
Stand up tour or panto to the fore has always worked before
Not just one more but an encore in store of many a guffaw
Pure & raw soul does soar but appreciate I’m no Shelley
Feeling down through thick and thin then best way to begin
Wriggle from a frown your mouth wiggles become a giggle
Head in a spin again after too much time with your ken & kin
Things get under your skin it’s not a sin to well crack a grin
Tipple & tucker don’t buckle me ol mucker succour to suckle
No sandwich of the knuckle nothing as pukka as a chuckle
While we all know the best denial to rile vile bile in style
A sage’s way to turn the page engage with road rage
To bewitch & beguile for a wee while is well just to smile
After a rafter of everything dafter whether grafter or drafter
Din of chagrin within a guffaw, smile, giggle, chuckle, grin
Will always win as it is shoe in the best medicine’s laughter
in the coffee cup the spider hides way down deep
She makes no noise, no whimper or peep
I learned to drink my coffee from another cup
I don’t want to rile this brown recluse up.
today it rained freckles
quite more than a few
I caught some in my hands
and threw them into stew
they were tasty and salty
and made me laugh and smile
I hope it rains again soon
freckles certainly do shake up and rile
Of all the folks you know who makes you smile?
Jokes that stokes strokes your soul for a while
In a poll who would stroll to the top of the pile
Which peeps we love heaps leaps over the stile
Candour so rich scratches that itch does beguile
Hatches humour that does bewitch off the dial
Fresh as glacial air their rare own homegrown style
Another year of more sneers tears jeers than cheers
Can't rile never a bit*h even if the subject of vile bile
Alana our nirvana she can handle any scandal or trial
Religion worthwhile Fezz would walk her up the aisle
A good witch you are the best gal & pal.. no denial
As magical wonderful as the winding spellbinding Nile
You’re blinding (London lingo) doff our hat
To maybe the coolest cat that we’ve met yet
On this Isle.. let's begin with your cheeky grin
Which is why you win the bet by a country mile
Trial, revile, red reconcile!
Crocodile, vile smile!
Roundabout the rising rile?
Pules? Plop on the pile...
Young at heart, O wildebeest?
Ready to get fleeced?
O for gears as yet ungreased!
Not to say the least!
Ululating frenzied?
O banshee, sing thy song.
Xiphoid, clench! O pens, bleed!
Poison, be ye strong...
Long live the generations?
O nations, rise and fall.
Onward, my creations!
Relations? How they pall.
Sickly sweet in summer heat?
Heather-flower, vine.
If your beat is mossy peat?
Wicked is thy wine.
Kine of sun god, where you fell:
Awful was that spell!
Right next door to halfway hell!
Heaven, who to tell?
Knell, pell-mell! O fate, gel! Full!
Sing in all, brass bull!
Gathering crone, forest, thy wool!
How prophecies pull!
Yellow kings in cities old?
Shades of ancient gold.
Cone, caldera, getting cold?
Enter well the fold...
Reporter advised do not go.'
On whats already known.'
Known to rile; big Bob Katter
Yet he pushed it hell for leather.'
Pushed it right back to Cloncurry
Seventy years blurred..To Bob in school
It was not funny.' I'd say here i'm on the
Money.)
She is so miminy-piminy she never gets mad
Nellie is too persnickety to ever act bad
We try to rile her, hoping to make her cry
Why? She asks us with concern, why cousin, why?
Because you are unflappable, too perfect I say
You make the rest of us look like slackers most of the day
Can’t you ever be mean, hit someone or sing a sad song?
You simply do not fit in with us rascals, you do not belong
We started off with being/
A human stuck in a tiny box/
Like a caged animal/
Day by day, we lose our senses/
To be poked and prodded/
Day and night for amusement/
This is a game to them/
Looking into the cage/
To rile the beast within/
The expected become unexpected/
The situation becomes dire/
Crying in desperation/
Remember, it's a human being/
Locked away in isolation/
Treated like garbage/
No Gods hears the cries/
From within the walls/
Trapped like a caged animal/
Bring the wine, come let’s dine and have our fill
Of life’s best, be my guest, the world forget;
Let’s have fun, work is done, I’ll foot the bill.
What, your wife? Have a life, man, make her vexed
Just this time; ‘tis no crime to let her fret
For a while, make her rile--even perplexed.
Stay with me, your mind free from care--don't frown;
Here’s a toast, make the most, the night’s young yet;
Fill your cup, raise it up, our sorrows drown.
October 23, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
I am confused by the rumors,
but give them no meaty merit
For I have not yet spoken to the source
I always go to the person and ask them if it is true
Please do not try to bother me
For I have learned the secrets of an instigator
When you say “I don’t know whether to tell you this”
it means I probably do not want to hear it.
Sometimes I say “please do not tell me”
But your goal is to rile me, and you tell me anyway
I do not react or overreact, because I do not want you to have power
Thus, you go away to bother others.
Rarely coming back to me.
It is my secret way of discouraging the gossips
and the rumormongers, and it works for me.
A giraffe’s tongue is the longest thing I’ve seen.
Longer than a sky scraper? Asks my cousin, Bean.
I grimace and pop my eyes, but refuse to reply.
He is always negative, I do not know why.
Bean tries to rile me up no matter what I say.
I do not worry about it, and walk away.
This irritates him, for he wants to get my goat.
He is so weird, will he one day go for my throat?
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