Short Fit As A Fiddle Poems
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Four young men and quite large
Are cruising the mall like a barge.
But I, diddle, diddle,
Fit as a fiddle,
Aim my cane at the middle and charge!
There once was a patient named Phil,
A tough one the doc couldn't kill.
He left the hospital
As fit as a fiddle
But croaked when he opened the bill.
thirty-six twenty-four thirty-six... fit as a fiddle
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Monoku 5: Cliche - Poetry Contest sponsored by the Silent One
Friday, January 5th, 2018
Must have been something I ate no doubt
Spent the early morning hours down and out
Quite unusual for me
As fit as a fiddle dee dee
Not often it hits me with such a clout
We all knew a fellow named ‘Tiny Tim’
Fit as a fiddle, though extremely slim
Poor Tim had weakling muscles
And needed a side hustle
So he spent all his spare time in the gym
If you press an elevator button three times it comes faster
A well known fact but it also makes you a love making master
Understand what I'm sayin'?
For a break you'll be praying
Only try it if you're fit as a fiddle or it could end in disaster
Was quite the lady that Tilly O’Grady
she plays the fiddle and tells you a riddle
but stops in the middle, just to piddle
she was fit as a fiddle, made waffles on the griddle
the cat ate the waffles and her paws would twiddle after she read the riddle
so there you have it, the cat and the fiddle.
Of antiquity's Gods I know little,
And yet somehow feel fit as a fiddle,
God of poems and plague
(Though connection's quite vague!) ,
But real life seems to rest in the middle.
Brian Johnston
August 2,2014
Poet's Notes:
With special thanks to Daniel Brick of PoemHunter.com for tempting me to enter arena's I would normally not dare to enter. I've been eaten by lions in too many different lifetimes! : -)
Never Give Up
There was a green frog on his lily pad
A big duck came beside him and said, Lad
I'm hungry and fading out
Amid a full-hearted shout,
"I'm a rare frog!" Duck said, "Yummy I'm glad"
Duck looked cockeyed standing in the middle
Of the pond with a minuscule twiddle
Green frog holding chokehold
Until the duck was out cold.
Frog seen jumping off fit as a fiddle.
5/24/2021
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Chrysalis
As healthy relationships go
Ours is as fit as a fiddle
Peak condition
Well fed on truth and
Admission
Tantrums I’ve thrown each
Childish full-blown
Cherished by love and
Compassion grown
From vulnerability
Liberty born on
The scream of my song
Heard as blue bird angels
By the heart of my biggest fan
This man of mine
Cocoon for emergence
In it’s early delicate form
For him I’ll be me
I’ll share who we are as we
Love
Now, then, ever be.