Short Andy Poems
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Andy Griffith used to tell us
Sanka is 97% caffeine-free
and g-o-o-d!
Yet he never mentioned
That it's 'Instant Coffee'
not br-o-o-d
Our son"s name is Andy
He has a friend named Randy
Other people call him Handy Andy
Because he gets things done
He works alone
Getting his job done.
Handy Andy, fine figured and dandy
Asked his mother for a piece of candy
She gave him some gum
But she came undone
When he chomped it like their milk cow Mandy
I'm a blue bee
Honeysuckle rose
Am I just a blue bee
I'm a black bee
Honeysuckle rose
Am I just a black bee
I'm black and blue
Honey; in my night
Will you ever see me
Handy Andy, such a dandy;
Left his lunch bag in the pantry.
Ended up at a drive thru;
Where Chef Lou had the flu;
Sick Andy’s no so handy.
Crank acid Andy
One day one drop
Swing center falling
One man one flop
Once Mommies dandy
All dance no style
Crashed on the stoop
Been dead for awhile
There once was a prince called Andy
Who by all accounts was rather randy
He had a dazzling smile
His sexual acts were vile
Epstein's parties were his modus operandi.
Unique newsman Andy Rooney,
did not look like a George Clooney;
beetling brows grew too much hair,
verbalist extraordinaire.
Copyright, May 17, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Andy dressed up in a costume
to do tricks for his treats.
He stept outside and tripped,
on the tail of his monkey suit.
The kids laughed and pointed.
Poor Andy ran away ,
no candy in hand.
In him the brilliance
and self doubt of a nation
learning to say
without justification
or qualification
This is my place
on the stage of the world
And this is my mark
on the page of history
AUGUST ANDY
August Andy
Ate all the candy
That he got in July
All the chocolates, peanuts and taffy
Ate it up all gone, nothing left for October???
8/28/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Campbell's Tomato Soup, a vision of the sixties
Andy Warhol and his creative mind, some seemed silly
But each played a role
It was his overall goal
To strike out in a new direction in the age of the hippies
I went out with a boy called Andy
Whose tipple was Courvoisier Brandy
He was a typical bloke ~~~
But whilst drunk, he groped ~~~~
For the Brandy had turned this boy randy
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-3.php
There was a sheriff named Andy Taylor
He was also the county's best bailor
Most folks seemed to adore him
Except the crooks were so grim
Guess they knew he was also the jailer
On A Lim Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
April 3, 2022
Sheriff Andy Taylor
Was also the jailer
Fighting for the law
Never had to draw
Deputy Barney Fife
Giving crime strife
One bullet to load
Knew his penal code
Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
September 29, 2021
The Andy Griffith Show
An alligator, aggravated,
ate another aardvark.
Although abdomen’s aching,
and another aardvark’s abating,
Alice’s argument’s arbitrating.
Albeit alert at Alligator’s advance,
Andy’s ascertaining alligator’s ailment.
Andy awaits assurance.
Alice’s arrested and anchored.
Alas, abbreviated adieu!
Andy's guided a train
Flown a small plane
Steered the wheel of a ship
Spurred a horse with a whip
Maneuvered a 64-foot truck
Kayaked in a typhoon
Won a motorcycle race
Landed perfectly on the moon
Then Andy went on a date
Pop, Pop -- two flat tires
Said, 'I'm not much with my hands'
Asked his date, 'Can you use these pliers?'
He was a man who brought us all on a ride.
The magic of him was that he never broke his stride.
No matter what the people or citics might say;
Andy Kaufman would never surrender and in the end
get his way.
But trigically cancer destroyed his physical frame.
Yet his memory will live on like an eternal flame.
Although he was taken away from us all to soon.
We will remember Andy, our man on the moon.
Remember the 7th of July
2013 is the year
the hero of Scotland
was in his top gear
Tennis is his ace game
Wimbledon was his target
the final test was at hand
Novak Djokovic was all set
But Mr Murray raised his game
overcoming all that came his way
his opponent fought very hard
but Andy boy won the day
Now Scotland have a king
what a racket he does bring
in our eyes we have a gleam
arise Andy Murray supreme
poetgord@2013
It was terrible to learn about you dying.
Tonight billions of people are crying.
When I learned about your death, it made me feel bad.
You had a great life but your demise makes me so sad.
You were one of the greatest actors of all time.
Being robbed of your talent feels like a crime.
You were Andy Taylor and Ben Matlock as well.
There's one word that describes you and that word is swell.
(Dedicated to Andy Griffith who passed away July 3, 2012.)
My husband’s name is on his license plate
it is the name he uses
not his legal name
in his family all the males go by their middle names
they only use their legal name when they are forced to
most of them do not answer to it
His legal name is Andrew
almost no one knows it
when a salesperson calls and asks “is Andy there?”
I know this friendly voice does not know my husband.
Sometimes I send this call through to him anyway
if I am in a mean mood
Ben Matlock is an excellent criminal attorney.
He has gone back to find his roots recently.
The tracks he was following led him to Mayberry.
The sheriff Andy Taylor has stark familiarity.
Barney Fife is the name of Andy’s deputy.
Andy has a son by the name of Opie.
Their lives would not be complete without Aunt Bee.
Well, here is a sobering dose of reality:
Mr. Griffith has entered another phase of immortality.
Andy Griffith
(1926-2012)
9 East 32nd Street
Between 5th and 6th Avenue
In New York City.
My apartment was 3C
On the same block,
Andy ran his “Factory”.
Saw him frequently
Looking his visual self,
Me an SVA art student
Living with my cat
And no one else.
We crossed each other one afternoon,
Andy gave me a free copy
Of his magazine “Interview”.
23 years later I’m thinking
Instead of taking it
And going my way,
If I had asked Andy his autograph
God knows the value
That copy would have today.
Andy Mchandy, had skills to ply his trade.
But all he did was lay around like he made it in the shade.
The house he built was made of dreams that popped just like balloons.
And when he woke he was still broke still singing his sad tunes.
Maybe someday he'll find a way to make it without work.
But we all know that that don't pay, you just end up a jerk.
He missed the point when he told the joke.
Now his dreams have all gone up in smoke.
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