Short Hankie Poems

Ring-a-Ring o'Rosies
Something to wipe noses
"A-tishue? A-tishue?"
Or if not a hankie...

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Under his nose hung a big greenie.
The kids all thought he was a meanie.
He didn't have a hankie.
That's why he was so cranky.
Also, he had a hollow weenie....

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What's your necktie dangling for?
Too stiff, too thin to be a scarf,
a bib or an apron;

too smooth to be a hankie,
too short to be a suicide noose
to contemplate on!...

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What's a necktie 
dangling for?

     Too stiff, too thin 
     to be scarf, a bib 
     or an apron,

Too smooth to be 
a hankie,

     too short to be 
     a suicide noose
     to contemplate on!...

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  Magic saw cuts assistant in two
    Pretty lady emerges good as new

  Magician pulls hankie from hat
    Dove flies away

  He tells you your name, DOB,
    even your fortune

  The man rakes in the money ~
    Entertainment’s portion
...

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SEXY REXY wanted
JUST JOEY because she
loved his IRISH EYES.
Joey was not up to
HANKIE PANKIE because
he was THE CONSTANT
GARDENER. So,he asked
DAVID AUSTIN to forget 
his roses and use his
ORANGES AND LEMONS 
to give the LADY a
RAPSODY IN BLUE 
beneath the BLUE MOON.
It worked!!...

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I Dream of Hankie Birds

In New Orleans there is a park
called Audubon. In dreams I go
there, see the hankie birds--a show
of snow-white feathers that is stark
against the tan of trees. A spark,
a flash--the camera catches all
the flurry as birds obey a call.
They fly up all at once, and wave--
white-bodied half notes leap the stave
of branches browning in the fall....

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he is the consummate entertainment committee of one
when Hankie appears, we know there will be fun.
he brings stories that are colorful, and wild.
nothing Hankie does is ever blah, boring or mild.

we excitedly kick our feet as his stories are unfurled.
wome would quickly make sure your straight hair is curled.
unfortunately, we just discovered Hankie has passed away.
parties will never again have his quintessential level of play....

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Written by Gail DeBole

Pink polka-dotted skin stretching body-wide.
Bulges interrupting other-wise peaceful areas.
Spots of lotion and cherry-flavored tongue 
Comforting misery.

Across the room, stacked in safety;
Precious dollies that will be played with another day.
With forever smiles.

One last sniffle for the night.
A hankie is tossed into the glass that serves as a hoop.
Nostrils attempt to function, and a sudden cough 
Shocks the precious dollies. 

Their smiles remain....

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