Short Gawkers Poems
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Gilding Grand Marshall
Clouds unfurl billowy masts
Banner serenades
Dreamy floats circle gawkers
Bright ensemble entertains
A man who was built like an horse
Was stunned by his recent divorce
His wife learned her knockers
Excited some gawkers
And all of them could stay the course!
Archie the Ape
Was much maligned
This nice young fellow
Had a pink behind
The glare was amazing
So brightly it shined
Caused gawkers to stare
And totally go blind
sirens on freeway
road noise is an annoyance
traffic backed up now
gawkers don’t watch road
impatiently inch forward
dreary hour wait
accidents happen
drivers are irritable
wheres the empathy
Hyena the ringmaster with a hidey hidey ho
We gawkers love the enthusiasm that you always show
Your ways are loud and proud, but in no way overdone.
Proving to us circus folk that ring-mastering can be fun!
Archie the Ape
Was much maligned
This nice young fellow
Had a pink behind
The glare was amazing
So brightly it shined
Caused gawkers to stare
And go totally blind
© Jack Ellison 2014
The minds assembled of the hard-edged kind
Sidewalks teeming with gawkers curious, lined
up to witness a 'seance,' a freak show unprecedently cruel
Would Helen Keller be maligned, now she's not deaf, dumb or blind
She was trying to sell her house and she thought it would be easy
Until she noticed what was in the yard of her neighbor Mrs. Breezy
Into her front yard Breezy had plunked a mooning pumpkin man.
Gawkers and house-hunting lookers drove off as fast as a human can.
I feel like a star
cast amongst this ambiguousness
of sky
and I'm hanging on
to vacant air
as all the saplings
and gawkers
slurp on lattes
and wish upon my misery
alas, when one of those whims
chooses to make itself
come true,
I'll shoot like a meteor
into nothing
but a tittle of dust
flickering
in someone else's dream
I met UFC and she courted me.
She made me wanna hit!
But I stood back from the ring,
Not battered, but better I became.
It's no life worth livin' to get
your bell rang.
Or worse, to punch a good man
to his death,
Just to get the gawkers to
sing your song!
And move up the rung
to where you think you belong.
The escalation seems so wrong.
Witch cousins crammed into the tiny duplex.
Packed in so tightly, that no one could flex.
Warlocks were mad now, couldn’t work on their pecs.
Party spilled over onto noisy neighbor’s upper deck.
Neighbor strained to take pix, injuring her neck.
Gawkers I cars had a horrible three-pile-wreck.
Landlord made witch cousins write him a big check.
They painted his car with psychedelic paint fleck.
Goofy Woofy Halloween totem is sitting proudly.
Gawkers are making comments, some rather loudly.
A few make fun of the animals, as they look funny.
I am not one of them. My disposition is sunny.
Goofy Woofy Halloween totem makes me want to play.
It is sitting in the cornfield on a warm October day.
They take their job seriously, inviting and warm.
The bees swoop in to gawk at them, cozy in a swarm.
What is in that mouse hole snoring away?
The cat sneaked a peek and tiptoed that day
Grabbed his owner’s phone and took a photo too.
Of a snoring elf sleeping in a matchbook box of red and blue.
The elderly elf had a scraggly beard, he was not fresh at all.
He’s a teensy thing, the cat said “less than three inches tall.”
The mouse family had invited their guest, who had promised them the moon.
They shooed the cat and the other gawkers away using a sixties tune.
Little Burrito
You're quite a lass
Please don't stumble
You might break your -- last
set of ankles you'll ever have
Oh, Little Burrito
You're full of class
Much better to have that
than a great big ole -- tank of gas
Little Burrito
Please stay on the grass
I wouldn't want to have to whack you
right there in your -- spyglass
Well, little burrito
We've managed to amass
a whole bevy of gawkers, just-a
hopin' to read the word -- BASS
Is that the dalmatian nanny, the one from TV?
The other nannies all looked, it was as far as they could see.
Surely not the famous one, the one who does the commercial.
Not the dalmatian nanny named Mrs. T.U. Gurshall!
Mrs. T.U. Gurshall heard but kept her demeanor plain and true.
She had a charge to look after, a tiny human bundle in blue.
The TV ads had not gone to her head, she needed this job today.
She did her best at ignoring the gawkers, and quickly walked away.
I am a virgin! A virgin! A virgin! Carlistica sang.
Her melody was offensive to many as it loudly rang.
I have never been sullied, trifled with or abused she allowed.
Which made her highly unpopular in this diverse teenage crowd.
Her body was found a week after her song rose to a number one spot.
On the pop records in the USA, a dubious place for this snot.
Police ask gawkers for clues while searching for the murder weapon.
Carlistica was a virgin! A virgin! A virgin!" sang everyone.