Elon Musk has more money than brains
So he plays with space rockets, not trains
And now he can tweet
That Trump can't be beat
Since he traded his Sharpies for crayons
Categories:
sharpies, humor,
Form: Limerick
My husband has a bunch of socks
He wears to exercise,
They’re crew length, white and all the same,
The kind he always buys.
So how then does he pair them up
When laundry time rolls ‘round
And from the dryer, there they sit
In one huge messy mound?
No problem, since he’s found a way
To make a perfect match.
Each pair receives a marking
So it stands out from the batch.
The letters of the alphabet,
With Sharpies, are employed
To help identify the mates.
(Compulsive, Dr. Freud?)
Two A’s, two B’s and on and on
Makes sorting such a breeze
Until the socks get old and interest
Fades by some degrees.
So that is why I noticed
On my husband’s foot a sock
With letter C although its mate
Has P writ large – a shock!
Categories:
sharpies, husband,
Form: Rhyme
Money is Welcome Everywhere
"It's not the money, it's the stuff!" Bernadette Peters, the Jerk.
"Give me the MONEY!" Cuba Gooding, Jerry Maguire.
“Do you smell that? Money!” Paul Newman, The Color of Money
Buys us our fancy cars, fine houses, pretty mink coats, ritzy computers,
But also purchases...
groceries, gasoline, toilet paper, Sharpies and notebooks
money is welcome everywhere.
Categories:
sharpies, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Free verse
Not I, not me, uh uh, not true,
I own no Sharpies in black nor blue,
I’m sure I’m right, the chart was clear,
Dorian’s path to Alabama’s near.
The media cries I made it up,
I drew the lines right on the map;
How dare they say such lies so mean,
My words are gold, my conscience clean.
These folks do whine, they rant and rave,
To score some points they sorely crave,
Yet all they do time and again,
So well reminds of a cackling hen.
If there’s an expert that’s so me,
No-one quite sees the things I see,
Wind direction that’s my hat,
Great golfers know precisely that.
And if the storm went up the coast,
That too should earn me one loud toast,
I channeled prayers from all around,
To have it miss that Rebel ground.
The South’s my turf, I like those folks,
A land of dreamers full of hopes,
I have their vote, undying love,
Hence why I gave this thing a shove.
Towards New York, that den of thieves,
Spreading untruths like falling leaves,
Let them delight in Natures wrath,
Rewarding me with one great laugh.
Categories:
sharpies, allegory, humor, natural disasters,
Form: Rhyme
Wrap in dry onion skins and dip’em right;
you’re going to get a big surprise.
It’s colored oval onion bliss;
something you wouldn’t want to miss.
Grab those, Sharpies now, my friend;
colored poems, you can pen.
Color’em in Crayola black;
make a lightly scraped, penknife hack.
Etch your poems on every one;
this can be a lot of fun.
You can Crayola colors, too;
etch those poems very loose.
One time, I, portraits drew;
Groucho, Chico Harpo, Zeppo, too!
Dip some string, tape it tight,
swirl it ‘round the eggs, just right.
Folks will rave about your gift;
you’ll enjoy a ”fab” uplift.
Categories:
sharpies, appreciation, art, color, easter,
Form: Rhyme