we had never seen such a fancy, schmancy, gorgeous witch.
She is a siren, look at how her hat has a magical pitch.
This was told to us by a jealous crone with ugly teeth.
Her brain was full of worms, said my cousin Keith.
They were terrified of the gorgeous witch named Belle.
She was a siren witch, born six states away in a pumpkin dell.
Because she was a foreigner, they said mean things about her.
She was nice to me, so she became my friend for life, said Burr.
Burr made up her own mind about people and witches you see.
Others’ ideas and prejudices had no influences on her choices.
She liked siren witch, and talked her praises to Bree, Catty and me.
The only ones not convinced were two cousins, both Joyces.
They never gave anyone new a way to get into their clique.
Judging people upside, downside, their thinking distorted and thick.
She’ll always be a newcomer; we’ll never let her in they said.
These two were as welcoming as a corpse that had been overfed.
Before they droop, a petal falls,
Soon followed by some more
And that’s the signal that it’s time
To head back to the store.
My husband buys the flowers
So the vase is always filled
With whatever seems to catch his eye;
At choosing, he’s quite skilled.
We don’t need an occasion
Or a fancy schmancy bunch,
For he picks them just as much for him
As me; that’s just a hunch.
The local markets always stock
Bouquets at little cost,
So when the petals start to drop,
The old bunch will be tossed.
fancy schmancy corgi Nancy
Dressed all up, and acted prancy
with floral tattoos on her pretty hips
she paraded around in bleeps and blips
Who does she think she is? Asked Bean.
She is the queen, she is the queen.
Nancy nodded, her fur all bright with gleam.
Her parents smiled, she was their sunbeam.
Getting ready for a New Years chin dig
I purchased a new fancy schmancy wig
and bubbly for chilling;
I'm ready and willing
to pare, next year I'll be lank as a twig
Santa needs a break from the Holiday
the left overs echo in the fridge, oh Hey!
the turkey is wasted
his eye balls are basted
Merry Eggnog to all now get out of my way
Pop goes the bottle and in goes the booze
its time to party don't snooze or you lose
fetch me a drink
fast as a blink
bubble me up, please don't sing me the blues
Jopple Jim slim feeling kind of perplexed
he wasn't invited and now he is vexed
crack open a bottle
go to full throttle
send him his invite by crook or by text
BOOTS
I treated my new walking shoes today
I Dubbined leather the old fashioned way
And was minded of my first football boots
That reinforced school winter day pursuits
In stiff rough hide of bovine animals
Their toe caps fashioned more like cannon balls
With boots like that when you took to the field
You went out there to conquer not to yield
At boots today we would have looked askance
As more suited for poncey ballet dance
No these were BOOTS, not fancy schmancy pumps
They crushed the soggy grass and mud in lumps
In baggy shorts enclosing legs like sticks
We braved the rainy days and had our kicks
Oh! Happy days, young hearts enthused and hale
Believe that? I’ve a bridge here that’s for sale.
Congratulations!
2019 is the expectant year.
You will get a baby, if you are expecting one.
If you are expecting to say "no" to a puppy, but you have an
eight-year-old who wants one, and you are not firm, you might
get one, so expect this to possibly happen.
You will get a vibrancy and fun-filled life, if you think you will.
You will lose all of your money at a casino, if you believe in losing.
If you do not expect to lose, you have a shot at maybe enough money
to buy a pair of hot pink jogging pants with the words Treasure Island running up the leg in fancy schmancy rhinestones..
If you expect them to fall apart in the washer, they will though.
If you expect to get run over by a truck, well, that can also happen.
2019 is the expectant year, after all.
Getting ready for a New Years chin dig
I purchased a new fancy schmancy wig
and bubbly for chilling;
I'm ready and willing
to pare, next year I'll be lank as a twig
Santa needs a break from the Holiday
the left overs echo in the fridge, oh Hey!
the turkey is wasted
his eye balls are basted
Merry Eggnog to all now get out of my way
Pop goes the bottle and in goes the booze
its time to party don't snooze or you lose
fetch me a drink
fast as a blink
bubble me up, please don't sing me the blues
Jopple Jim slim feeling kind of perplexed
he wasn't invited and now he is vexed
crack open a bottle
go to full throttle
send him his invite by crook or by text
Dec. 27, 2018
Contest Name: Lets have fun
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
She is the super girl of poetry soup a cute
who through her limericks renders us mute
How can I resist a giggle when she writes
or helps me to sully my new tights
She is a lovely presence and I wish her well
if anyone here objections it won't jell
We are a site of beauty not one of snooty
so shake out your pom pom, give a hooty
Its Christmas a time for love words of essence
Jan, I'm glad your here and that you got presence
Lets give the girl a cheer today write a limerick
for her that is funny one with kick,
"FANCY SCHMANCY"
One day I met a fancy schmancy girl named Jan
and when it came to the funnies, oh how she ran
like an underwear on fire
yes, she's the girl for hire
if you want poop in your underwear then read
her crunchy lines, she leaves a laughter seed
for all....
xoxoxoxxo
Dec 10, 2018
If I were an elephant
I know just what I'd do
I'd pack my trunk with all my junk
And move far from the zoo
I'd bring with me my monkey
Best friend and sidekick Preston
If memory correctly serves me
He's a whiz at giving directions
Cause I'd like to move to Timbuktu
Either that or Kathmandu
One thing is clear as long as it's not here
Any old place will do
I'd then open up a doughnut shop
Run by Preston the monkey and me
Where we would toss sprinkles on top
With banana creme in-between
We'd be known far and wide for our doughnut delights
Oh and fancy schmancy eclairs too
Yes if I were an elephant
That's exactly what I would do
Wouldn't you?
12/10/16
Again, again I hear the sound
And feel the smell of ship’s playground
Where I have spent half life at seas
And more “Eyes front!” than “Stand at ease!”
And Life itself was measured value
Upcoming with the catchcry: “Hey, you!”
Oh, yes, we were what’s called “fresh springs”
With fancy-schmancy earings,
And waves that rocked ship up-n-down
Carried away us from hometown!
Remember Gulfstream’s gutty waters,
Remember wives, and brides, and daughters,
Remember mothers, sons and fathers,
Remember friends and many others?!.
… Time passed away, we all ashore…
Where’s our ships we dreamed before?
The only thing I ever miss –
That smell of salt, and youth, and breeze…
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