Short Hickey Poems

Pimples? Banana is the key,
You see no monkey with hickey....

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I knew of a guy called Dickey
Whose life became rather tricky
When he kissed the girls
They left pretty burls
Never showing us his hidden hickeys...

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A Doberman’s known to be picky
With friends so to greet one is tricky
To kiss is a bummer
Undoubtedly dumber
Is to sneak up and give one a hickey...

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The preacher's daughter picky Vicky

Went out one night with icky Ricky

Both her parents got mad

But it wasn't that bad

She came home with a sticky hickey



...

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Sue Hickey
Bright shining light of intelligence,
deep as the ocean blue,
Suey was all of this,
in the short time I was due,
didn't whinge or complain,
was loving through an through,
suffered enough to make you insane,
would do her best for you,
always did her best too true...
Don Johnson...

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I met a slick hick
from the sticks
who gave me a hickey
beneath the hickory tree.

I faked hiccups
hoping he would flee
but he stood there
like a schmuck
trying to help
me stop the hiccups.

Oh, dear (hic) not again!
Hold your breath (hic)
and count to ten.
Standing on your head
(hic) works, I think.
Hold your nose (hic)
and take a drink.

I was ticked
because I couldn't trick him,
so I kicked him....

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He sported a new hickey
I thought it rather icky
Right there on his neck
It made me a wreck
To kill that girl is tricky

Perhaps that is too dire
Will fight fire with fire
I’ll plaster her lips
And wiggle my hips*
Known to ignite desire

Revenge, they say can be sweet
Mine, a delectable treat
Full body hickey
Wasn’t too tricky
Now, MY poor boy she won’t greet!

*Reference to belly dance
For Heather Ober’s Make me Laugh Contest
July 2, 2013...

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Has anyone seen my ding a ling? 
You wouldn’t dare ask “what is it”.
I will just say it’s the cutest thing.

It must be a cousin of my widget,
about which my wife often digs.
It hasn’t a name, only a digit.

I also have some thing-a-ma-jigs
that attach to fishing lures, you know.
My heart sings making world famous rigs.

While pointing my do hickey just so
I turn on my color gizmo, git go.

© May 21 2010 For Catie’s “Beautiful Form” contest...

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touch the rising sun
so cool to the touch to me
i worked so hard to get here
i pray from the sun's center to be debt free

touch the rising sun
so kind with her time for me
i shed so many tears while praying for this moment
i thank God for His OnGoing Senerosity

touch the rising sun
she kisses me carefully and gives me an unexpected hickey
i will never wash the left side of my neck ever again
this moment will foever be etched in my personal infinity...

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[for a country doctor]

Here’s another beige plastic do-hickey 
busted. We’ll buy a new one, 
throw the old away.

But you would have tinkered it back 
till it worked. Thin physician hands 
adept at hammer, shovel, trowel, 
you could fix anything, or turn it
into something else of use.

These days, we can’t find a fuse.
Everything’s expendable.

After 87 years, you knew it was time 
to recycle yourself, to turn in 
your hands, your wrinkled gray eyes, 
your gentle smile....

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