Short Lou Poems
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Mr. Lou Costello
He was a bubbly kind of fellow
At the game of baseball, he was one the worst
He can't even tell you- Who's on first!
There once was a Lion named Lou,
who thought he was tougher than you.
He got into a fight,
On the wrong night,
and got beat by a kanga-kung fu!
I befriended a lesbian named Mary Lou
Enamored with women and all that they do
With her loving spree
As a man, I agree
And have to think, I might be a lesbian too!
Little Cindy Lou Who
Won’t let the Grinch be blue
optimist for sure
her heart is utterly pure
She expects the best
At Whoville Christmas Fest
Grinch comes around
Happiness is found
Little Cindy Lou Who
Won’t let the Grinch be blue
optimist for sure
her heart is utterly pure
She expects the best
At Whoville Christmas Fest
Grinch comes around
Happiness is found
I'm the luckiest man on earth, Lou Gehrig had said
Two months later, the greatest Yankee was dead
Gehrig suffered from ALS, a fatal disease
He peered beyond the pain, his words a fresh breeze
There's a guy I knew whose name was Lou
Who made his home at the local zoo.
Animals were his life
He was free of much strife
His stench nearly knocked you out, its true
Alexis Y.
5-13-16
She’s a German beer-serving wench, Dolly Lou
She slings heavy mugs on the table, and some heads too
There are men who are terrified of her, they run to the loo.
Hiding out until the pub closes, in the a.m. at two.
There was a young lady called Mary Lou,
She wore no nickers to make it quicker to poo,
Her parents protestations fell flat and useless their cries,
She'd reply "When eating water melon it sure as hells distracts the flies".
he is snappish, waspish, crusty too
also cranky, my great grandpa Lou
people’s ideas make him dour
even to grandma, he is quite sour
we wonder what made him this way
he’s a grumpy grouch who does not play
I never met his mother Lily Sue
but I have heard she was depressed and blue
Theatrical's day that baby road into, their, ancient's town ?
Never afore had rayban's fallon clan beheld such a child they smiled
Tarzan be her stars these kongs about planet earth; surely, owners of it's hearth....
Girls combing their hair wetting love's lips while mister banana, blinked, his blurry's eyes.
Form:
Your career would thrive
with your hit song “Mambo Number Five”.
Many thought that song was fine.
It was a chart buster in 1999.
With other songs, you may have tried.
As a “one hit wonder”, you are classified.
Are we going to hear from you anymore?
I hope you regain your popularity as before.
“Politics is a contact sport” —Steve Chabot
It ain't over 'till it's over —Yogi Berra
Loug And Doug
Pleasant gentlemen both, broad shouldered and tall
Good sports who respect the umpire's call
Playing the game with pride and joy
Sincerely humble, never coy
Staunch New Yorkers with their eyes on the ball
Lickety Split and Thunder Lou
Be you Green or be you Blue
Come and play and bring a shoe
If you insist you may bring two
Lickety Split and Pink Horse Poo
Be you Red or White or Blue
Your yellow roses simply grew
Garden faeries laughed at their new.
Lickety Split and Cake Horn Too
Be you silver without a clue
Your colorful kindness comes through
I so want to play with you!
His name is Lou, he’s a frog who reads in bed
His parents live down in the old Swamp homestead
They have taken his books and burned them too
But he keeps finding books, this enterprising Lou
Something is wrong with him, his parents lamented
He should be focused on flies, loopy and fermented
Books is for people, he needs no education at all
His only true calling is to lap gnats and bugs from a wall
Oh Mary Lou
I’m so glad I know you.
I haven’t a clue
why I admire you.
Everything you do
makes me want you more.
You are someone I adore.
Would life be worth living for
if I didn’t see you anymore?
There’s one thing I implore:
Please don’t ever leave me.
You’re the one I want to see.
You set my soul free.
I want you beside me
until eternity.
For "Tell Her Story" contest sponsored by Constance LaFrance
We've heard of ALS
as "Lou Gehrig's disease"
Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis
a cause to pray on our knees
But Lou Gehrig felt he was
"the luckiest man on earth"*
the Yankees, and his wife
the main reasons for mirth
Thankful for his life
though with illness cut short**
at ease in his disease
what an awfully good sport
(* regarding his farewell speech at Yankee stadium
** like in the Principle and Foundation of St. Ignatius of Loyola!) :)
Just a little more than a decade ago,
this man was singing about a number five mambo.
After that, where did he go?
One of the seven women he mentioned was named “Monica”.
He sang about two others named “Rita” and “Jessica”.
Lou’s one hit song was producing big raves
as soon as it went out over the radio waves.
He also appeared in an impressive video.
There is still that one thing I would like to know:
After all of this time, where did this man go?
Patty Lou said hello, I am cuckoo
then she giggled like it was a joke
I did not know what to make of her
my strategy was to avoid her
but we were on a bus trip
one night we were the only ones awake
we had a lovely chat for hours
my husband says I am nutty, she said.
I think you are pretty well-balanced I told her.
but she insisted she was a brainless airhead.
Her husband woke up and patted her hand.
He had a huge smile, I guess they liked thinking that.