Old joke: How do porkypines mate? Very carefully.
The porcupine's a modest
And mostly solitary beast,
Akin to capybara and to beaver,
Though in size he is the least.
He rarely gets invited
To a bar-b-que or feast,
But long as he's not on the menu,
He doesn't mind it in the least.
He'll never write his memoirs,
Although of stories there's no lack,
But penmanship's beyond him,
He just doesn't have the knack.
And though he ports around a vast array
Of sharpened quills upon his back,
There's not one that's fit for writing
In all the clicking, clacking pack.
When "she" sends forth her pheromones,
And "he" rises to the bait,
Safe sex is uppermost in mind
As he advances to the plate.
His approach must be well-timed, precise,
Lest she shish-kabob her mate.
If it's not done right the first time…
There won't be a second date.
Categories:
shish, animal, humor,
Form: Light Verse
Idk
I'm going in
how or if it goes
if it work's
Tender line
are they cooking slow
a line of them
but
Tender cut's on toothpick's
Or go pieces of the smart's
lined up on a Shish Kabob
idk
just go with Line of David
brain's
Categories:
shish, fish,
Form: Free verse
I don't wish to sound an alarm
But ladies are losing their charm
My thingamabob
Appears shish kabob
And they aim to skewer the farm!
Categories:
shish, humor,
Form: Limerick
I will explain the word 'impaled'
this contest's challenge, Holy Grail
Though not as easy as you think
from this challenge I shall not shrink
So, here we go: Time to set sail
To pierce an object, that's impale
with a sharp stick: First you inhale
then stab that thing, try not to blink...
I will explain
Impale someone, you'll go to jail
but skewered shwarma's food upscale
Brutus' knife did Caesar hoodwink
yet shish-ke-bob's fine with a drink
be it cola, wine, or stout ale...
I will explain
July 22, 2019
Impaled Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Categories:
shish, food, murder, poetry,
Form: Rondeau
Frogs’ legs
French cuisine fad
Amphibians hopping mad
Shish kebabs
Cubed lamb chislic
Served on toothpick
Pizzas
Flatbread Italian feast
Waist measurement increased
Bird’s nest soup
Rare Chinese foodstuff
Swiftlets sleeping rough
Mexican wraps
Spicy chicken fajitas
Hot as senoritas
Seafood paella
Shrimp, lobster, cuttlefish
Saporous Valencian dish
Maple syrup
Canadians tree tap
Sticky sweet sap
Digestif
After dinner drink
Brandy glasses clink
17/09/18
'six-word couplet poetry contest' : Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Categories:
shish, culture, food,
Form: Couplet
chili, pasta, steak,
fresh fruit salad, lemon cake,
gravy, gumbo, roast,
bacon, jelly, melba toast,
spicy pizza, stews,
juicy kiwis, taffy chews,
shish kabob, rolls, greens,
melon, pesto, pinto beans,
apple pie, mango,
guava, green mints, Oreos—
Heads bowed . . . Grace . . . Ready . . . Feast!
Date: December 19, 2017
Contest Title:Fem Bogstaver (Danish)
Sponsor: Rhoda Tripp
Categories:
shish, food,
Form: Rhyme
To Winkin’
Blinkin’
and of course nod.
In terms of
symmetry
prose and
shish kabob.
The tricks and twirls
and polar light;
the flip and flare and star
of kiddy sleepless night
can rip and roar
and rankle up
a juicy fight,
in the twinkle of an eye.
Forget wit and woe
and places to and fro and
things obscure in fuzzy
wuzzy lights to
swing and sway in
wrinkled tights
or sit boldly still
daring you to
a contest of will
hanging in a drop
of drool falling from
yon wounded whipporwill.
Will he will or will he won’t, or
do the thing we don’t?
I see again in terms
of symmetry you see.
But mostly for the rhyme
I hear inside the room
just made for me
in terms of speech and
in the song of my
sweet cooing babe.
© 9/17/2016
Charles G. Henderson
Categories:
shish, love,
Form: Free verse
Love getting to the point in words for a merc. world He's really is on the stick balanced and in between works and on fire will he realize this a recipe for a shish kabob date 2/11/2016
Categories:
shish, humor, irony, jobs, parody,
Form: Grook
The Truth about Narwhals
The truth about narwhals, is that they're just bags.
Majestic bags, filled up with swag.
And bags filled with swag, well, they aren't a drag.
The truth about narwhals, is that they're just unicorns.
They dress up like dolphins, but still show off their horns.
And dolphins with horns, they love to eat corns.
The truth about narwhals, is they love shish-kebabs.
They make them all day, to worship their gods.
But narwhals themselves are gods, gods of kebabs.
Categories:
shish, animal, education, food, poetry,
Form: ABC
There's a party going on upstairs,
your invited, to come and have a scare.
H.G. Wells, will meet you at the gate,
costumes required, hurry don't be late.
Vincent Price will be tonights D.J.
Halloween is his favorite Holiday.
He's spinning "Thriller", while dressed up as "Kiss".
Watching Claude Rains do the "Transylvania Twist".
Steve McQueen came dressed up as the "Blob",
he's serving up the zombie shish-ka-bobs.
Elsa Lanchester placed real bats within her hair.
While Marty Feldom keeps yelling "Frau Blucher".
At the stroke of the witching hour,
St. Peter amps up all the power.
A disco ball drops down from a cloud.
Out on the dance floor, forms a massive crowd.
Michael Jackson then leads them all in dance,
while Lon Chaney and Karloff take their chance,
to join the angels in harmony,
While "Monster Mash" is sang by Lugosi.
Even the Devil made it through the door.
He's the one sporting an Elvis pompadour.
So much fun is had by one and all,
at Heavens Annual Halloween Ball
For Heaven Hustle
By: Tony Brooks
Categories:
shish, funnyhalloween,
Form: Rhyme
Shish, don’t wake the dead!
The sculpted angel holds
Her finger to her lips and
Whispers..............
Lichens on her limbs attest
To the time she has spent
Tender breathing silence.
About the gravestone
Graver still, little trinkets
Rest; gifts that stay
Tranquil .
The silent scene is set
But in my mind I hear
The sods of earth upturned
By the diggers spade.
I hear the sculptors
Chisel chip marble
Away to reveal the
Angel’s skin .
I hear taught ropes
Slide beneath the casket and
I hear the sobs of loved
Ones in the breeze.
.........................Shish!
Categories:
shish, death
Form: Free verse
Darkest hour of the night
And Moon it shrivels
Out of sight; clash of steel
Inside his head, a Gladiator
Falls down dead.The victor
Stands behind his shield
And raises sword to crowd’s
Appeal; plebeian shrieks
Of horrid joy celebrate
A life destroyed.
The dreamer turns within
His bed and contemplates
The slave that's dead; another
Image forms inside, more
Secrets that he won’t
Confide.Ten foot lances
Battle spread, hundreds poised
In line ahead ; imagine
Men impaled on spears
Like Shish Kebab and
Dripping tears.
Darkest hour passes by
The Moon it shines high
In the sky. Clouds they
Part , and stars resolve
And snoozing heads
Dreams soon dissolve.
Dropping like a stone
Down deep, he vanishes
In darkest sleep.
Categories:
shish, fantasymoon,
Form: I do not know?
Salty mistiness enters my head.
Nostrils take in. Waves crash!
Sting rays sting! Crabs scatter!
Sandcastles, built wet on dry sand.
Walking miles on water-lapped shore.
Caesar remains, constant companion.
Then man politely asked for my hand.
Next year, for my hand in matrimony.
Ah. Salty, misty, water-waves pull.
Floating out to horizon, swim back.
Suck in the sweet, ocean air retreat.
Summertime vacations, every August.
Gray, weathered house, long ago gone.
It provided shelter, bed to lay head.
Shish kabobs! Stone crabs from fishy,
Dead heads on string. Left turn, bay.
Categories:
shish, childhood
Form: Narrative
En darkened skin
and sultry eyes
compelling me to write,
long orange claws
on dainty hands,
long dark hair
with a golden sheen
silhouetting a scrum shish face,
one that draws you in,
makes you reminisce,
but in silence
her sad eyes
speak volumes,,
something hidden,
something unspoken
something lost.
If I had one chance
to run a claw
down her cheek
I could drive those thoughts away,
disperse those illicit memories
and create
a whole new horizon.
Categories:
shish, passion, sad,
Form: Romanticism