Short Give A Hoot Poems
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Regally stationed on a branch
The wide eyed owl stared acute
His capable vision saw it all
But still he did not give a hoot!
Were Wise Old Owl
What if I were a wise old owl?
And on face you could find a scowl
Never would give a hoot
At who I had to boot
Then give them a crying towel.
Jim Horn
Remember saying “I don't give a hoot”?
Leaves no question to the path you pursue
Not a single doubt
What it's all about
It determines who really doesn't give a poop
I heard the owl call my name,
and tried to answer just the same.
Not sure he thought my efforts cute;
at least he didn’t give a hoot.
Undaunted, I did then resume;
as he flew off, he asked, To whom?
President Probing A Prostitute
About America should always give a hoot;
President Trump is with another Prostitute;
Having fun,
Until done;
To pay, from us, he likes gathering in loot.
Jim Horn
< beneath swollen moon
silhouttes conjoinment dance
hooting escalates
Entry For
Sensuous Senryus
Mused the owl roosting on a pine tree shoot,
"My colleagues think I'm not very astute,
But I wisely perch in pines,
Not on hot transmission lines!
If they singe their butts I don't give a hoot!"
Forgot to tell you I did go to Virginia
Military Institute for a year.
Rooty toot toot and then give a hoot,
Are bashful boys from the institute;
We always like cake with much fruit;
Much bull have been known to shoot.
Jim Horn
Pin drop silence
Maybe am tone deaf
They have no licence
Causing me more grief
My cup, my bag's full
Couldn't give a hoot
O'er my eyes wool to pull
Adjusting my suit
Waxing hot and cold
Eloquent then mute
They join the fold
Down the ol route
Owloysius met Owllison and they fell in love.
Their wedding was a hoot and a holler!
Owlice told Owlan she wanted to wed.
He said, “No! I don’t give a hoot about THAT!”
Owlex hid from her at the hootenanny
as Owlyssa checked every nook ‘n cranny.
If no one seems to give a hoot about a poem you've written,
try reading it out loud to your dog or to your kitten.
And if, as you read it, all the while,
you see their tails wag and their faces smile,
it was worthwhile ~
at least ~ from where they're sittin'.
Limerick: Once crazy Coot in spring chased female Coot
Once crazy Coot in spring chased female Coot
She squawked and shrieked and refused the suit:
He dived and swam up close
Then bit her tail and rose:
Jumped, did his bit and didn’t give a hoot !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Politically Correct = Don't Rock The Boat
Politically Incorrect = Burn Down The Mission
would you give a hoot
or
just live with the illlusion?
There's a lot to be said
for silence
but you won't hear it from me
I'm satisfied tongue-tied
as the less said the more I see
and even if the point is moot
'tis a wise owl
who don't give a hoot
YY UR YY UB IC UR YY 4 ME
(Too wise you are too wise you be I see you are too wise for me)
I don’t want to rely on you for anything
You can have it
And take it
I don’t need it
Or want it
You are just too much trouble
I have enough
Go away
I don’t want it
I am tired of this
It’s too much of a same thing
Too much bs
I don’t need this
You can do whatever
I don’t give a hoot
Whatever
These are the things we say to God
Did you?
Now that I'm retired
And know I can't be fired
I'll do anything I damn well please
And I don't give a hoot
Who hears me when I toot
For I have grown acustomed to the cheese
Old women and old men
As they grow nearer their end
Really just don't care what people think
Say and do what's on their mind
For as they age they find
They kinda like to raise a little stink
A silent white shadow
A ghost on the breeze
Adrift in the air
I sail through the trees
A phantom a spectre
I scare girls and boys
In the darkness of night
An uncanny noise
Their eyes wide and staring
They listen for me
Envisioning demons
Or ghostly banshee
I’m spooky I’m scary
And what’s more, to boot
I’m an owl I don’t care
I just don’t give a hoot
the peculiar looking bird is a swimmer, a real water lover
we see him and wonder if we’re seeing what we ought-er
he turns and I notice that his beak is a startling crisp paper white
he has small red dots, and he looks formidable, cagey and bright.
What are you called? I ask the bird, but he doesn’t give a hoot.
I find out from my Nigerian friend that he is called a coot.
In the early gray dawn
Of phosphorescent madness
Let's get married!
The church is steps
From the playground
I'll kiss you with my beads
Around our necks.
We will be bounded
By plastic, colorful love.
We are two 6-year-old boys
And we don't give a hoot
Over why the sun is so bright.
The next thought in our head
Arrives from the brilliant green trees
High, high overhead.
looney like fresh fruit
China never did give a hoot
at balloon would shoot
we had been enduring
countryside balloon touring
problem could be curing
balloon like owl would growl
wondered what was rational
of trail resembling towel
what we would admit
after water when it hits
balloon became tiny bits
fingers cold and nimble
balloon had caused us to tremble
we would reassemble
tubers on the vine
flourishing in fertile soil
field of potatoes
I swilled vodka made of spuds ~ Absolut
Distilled veggies that were grown as a root
Drank another bottle
Hit the ground full throttle
Grossly soused but I didn't give a hoot
ingested as French fries, potatoes are better for human health
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January 21, 2022
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Sleepwalking in my birthday suit
My mother thought was rather cute
But as I aged my little flute
Was soon declared forbidden fruit
Sleepwalking on my chosen route
My teen physique left others mute
Some neighbours claimed they'd prosecute
But soon could see me more hirsute
Sleepwalking as an old galoot
I do not fear a bare salute
My grandson is a new recruit
And just like me, won't give a hoot!
POOR CINDERELLA
poor cinderella
her pumpkin coach was delayed
castle clock struck twelve
once again a chamber maid
the handsome prince was dismayed
she was dressed in rags
her glass slippers were old boots
her hair a disgrace
the prince didn’t give a hoot
he knew that beautiful face
so? what did he do?
i’ll not give you the answer
it is up to you
please write an ending, dear friend
to my comments then please send
the wise old owl said ‘whoooo’
‘tis me’ replied lady nightingale
and the owl repeated ‘whoooo’
‘open your eyes’ said lady
‘my eyes are shut, whoooo’
lady remarked ‘I told you, who is me’
sharply the owl said ‘don’t who me’
‘but it is me that is who’ uttered lady
the owl turned his head, my ears are shut’
lady fluttered her wings with disgust
‘I feel the air; I’d like to know you’
lady glanced over and bellowed ‘I don’t give a hoot”
Happy Valentine's Day
Have it your way
Like a horse eats his hay
Snarf down these chocolates, OK?...
Yes, Ma'am. Happy Valentine's Day
And I don't give a hoot what you say
That bouquet of 'fresh roses' on display
Is not worth two weeks of my pay....
Oh, alright. You win. I tossed all my principles away
And bought you those smelly roses anyway
So, chocolate and roses: Hey, let's go all the way
I'll meet you in bed ~ Masks off, Whuddyasay?