Short Gossipy Poems
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Mr Phil Osophy
Was Informative and Gossipy
His acquired Knowledge
Came from attending College
I Beg Pardon, University
She blows the prettiest bubbles from the moon.
Adorable! Said an antelope, who acts like a goon.
She is probably coming back to earth, and I mean soon.
This was stated by a gossipy grandpa baboon.
Doris was dowdy, drab, and draggle-tailed too
Forever frumpy, frightened, a failure, at age thirty-two
Jaundiced, juicy-gossipy, jealous, and July jailed
Slovenly, slithery, shipwrecked, her moment had sailed.
It's a good question; whom we can call it; possibly
a person who is irresponsible, constantly
talks too much, a flighty
scatterbrained psyche;
It's a slang term, for a person who is gossipy.
I once heard an old, gossipy rat
Whose desire was to live in my flat,
So kitty got her way
They’re buddies to this day,
And party on gin for a chit-chat
2/21/2016
Jan Allison's Limerick #2 --For Fun Contest
She is the CHW and we need to fear her more than Rum the Gun.
I hear she eats chickens by the handful, this is said by everyone.
Does CHW stand for anything special? I asked my informed host.
Corpulent hog witch, said the well intentioned gossipy ghost.
Two Ladies Having Tea
in a very floral flat;
looking out at the sea
with Bea, the cat.
Peonies and roses
adorning the room;
lend an air of symmetry
on a spring afternoon.
A gossipy moment
among good friends;
a moment that Bea hopes
with cat treats, will end.
A mercury-free tin of tuna fish
bolted down, gagging all the way
To the accompaniment of gossipy lips
a revolting noon hour this hot day
A walk inside COVID's masked prison
did not appeal to me either
Tossed the tin in the can with a certain elan
Farewell, tuna fish; unleashed, my inner Tarzan
Hippo Hannah was as giddy as a wild horse that was loose
Today she was going to become the bride of her favorite goose.
I love him up and down and around and through she said.
His brother stepped in when the groom turned up dead.
Luckily the bride, Hippo Hannah never learned the truth.
She was never told this, even by her gossipy neighbor, Ruth.
splintered dreams
images faded and torn
with emotions worsening
with time
greatness questioned
as original intent swathed
by gossipy stares create
feelings of dismay
enter doubts of one’s
self-esteem causing
victim like symptoms
with no foreseeable end
to this long and
shadowed
catastrophe
pieces of la-la land
forever falling
Oh dear
Did you hear?
Odd tale
Rumour bails
Bad things
In mad fling
Loud hiss
Naughty kiss
Foul mood
That's not good
Ruin sinks
In vile brink
Verge edge
On lost ledge
Who knows
Half truths grow
Mad page
Sly words stage
Hear that
Gossip fat
Leave now
Don't ask how!
Leon Enriquez
04 April 2019
Singapore
Our gossipy lips
Have a shutting zip:
The flying words we quip
We can their wings clip
And the speeches we hasten
On some muteness fasten …
Come the killing desire to gossip
Find some diverting juice to sip
Or restraining wisdom grip,
So that our tongues wouldn’t slip.
Our lips Gossips richly moisten,
As listeners’ eyes fully glisten:
But victims empower to raise hell
By hundred times A Warning Bell.
The jacks are frolicking again I heard TomTom yell.
We ran outside to see the result of the witches’ spell.
Jack-o-lanterns were sitting quietly not doing a thing.
Come on! Dance! Yelped TomTom, and do it with zing.
The jacks sat silently, not moving the least little bit.
TomTom stomped off angry after throwing a baby fit.
Gossipy cat was not happy, and frankly, neither was I.
I had been in the middle of eating my warm pumpkin pie.
Pastor, I know every church member,
Who during your sermon would slumber
And could supply you the entire snoring number,
If you badly want it this November
Or much later in December:
When distractions will lessen and you’d remember
One of them, a barrister with Onward Chamber,
Supposedly doing well here in Pemba…
Still note, of discord, I fan no ember
Nor entreat you to them dismember,
Jesus and I sure it won’t last like the Sun’s rare penumbra.
Off she took her leathery cap
For an apparently sought nap
She had secured with a milky pap,
Her decided pillow Bob’s lap
But with her trousers’ flap
Open like Satan’s trap,
Thus, her sleep intentions making a crap
And she a target for Christian Mother’s slap,
On her head an upset father’s rap
And, sure, a child’s gossipy clap…
Between her and honesty of purpose, a gap
Bob as simple as a candy wrap
On the whole, a Jezebel’s seduction
By Anita, member by induction.