Short Scamp Poems

Cher,
Love everything about her, especially her  hair.
She sang about a scamp, a camp and a bit of a tramp.
She’s a V.A.M.P.  Vamp....

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Apologies to the little scamp
who marked on the edge of good humor
who spread his mess on the wall

Apologies to the blubber
mouth who ambled through a whole
half-decade

Apologies for the half-whispered
"shut up" spoken to lipstick queens
with too much attitude....

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On painted grass you scamp
where once the bluebell toll
lying low—
enriched in addended exaltation

Hushed tan mixed within yellow
shadows spot the sentinel 
lonesome— 
clouds pass too slow

Last morsel of magnitude
left to track inside
scamper off—
the sun is left behind...

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He's such a cute little dog 
enjoys it, when you play around 
his chew rope he loves to hog 
loves being wrestled to the ground. 

Copyright © Cynthia Jones 
Jan.27/2013 

We've had Scamp now for almost 6 months. We adopted him from the SPCA, just down the street from where we live....

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He loves bumble bees
try to get him to leave them
he gets stung, too bad.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.18/2015

I try my best to get my small dog to leave the bumble bees alone, because he likes to eat them. They have a hard enough time as it is. He acts like he's stupid when it comes to eating them or leaving them alone....

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A scampish little rascal was he.
Dancing truth on the silver sea.
Collecting nickels for his fee.
Slapping his tummy at the baby’s knee.

Singing loudly with yellow chickadee.
Using phrases like wanna-bee.
Living in sin was the key.
We called him little Dicky Dee.

Lived every single second with glee.
Was a friend to all you see.
Lived to be a ripe ninety-three. 
What better scamp could ever be?...

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They say in the Bedouin camp
The Geanie is really a scamp
Sure, he’ll grant you wishes
Of romance or dishes
As long as you’re rubbing his lamp

When I read this story I knew
That none of the story rang true
For I had an uncle
And he had this furuncle
That he said would grant wishes too

But according to my loving Aunt
The only thing that thing would grant
Was a wrist with a sprain
Then she tried to explain
I’d go on but I really can’t...

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February, that small scamp
Greeted us with warmth and cheer, 
Tricking us into belief
Spring is premature this year.

February whistled and
Winter answered to his call.
Arctic winds from frozen north
Caused the mercury to fall.

Some were tricked to early prune,
Taking February's dare. 
If prized plants succumb to freeze,
February doesn't care.

Spring is much to wise to trust
February's flirt and tease.
She'll delay her entrance for
March's warm and trusted breeze....

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rascal
                                        villainous scamp
                                      the ultimate bad boy
                              scoundrel who gets all of the girls
                        leaves their broken hearts all over the place
                               others pick up broken pieces 
                                     satisfies girls a bit
                                     still pining though
                                                rascal...

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