Short Slicker Poems
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There once was a city slicker
Who posted photos on flickr
All naked and clean
But rated, "Obscene"
By Rabbi, Priest, and the Vicar!
so there no broken bone
or other part torn
when there wet snow
tho its a show
it willbe ices
slicker as rice
so there's no walts
get some
SNOW SALT
Cities are bountiful at night
As if one is trapped within a beautiful dream.
It makes one’s shell want to explode and scream
Lights make for a deceiving sight.
The first day of work, a fiasco became
Given badges with first initial, last name
None could be sicker
Than Randy Slicker
"Please, don't do this to me!", he would exclaim!
It's raining profusely in Toronto this morning
Look good in my slicker and rain hat I'm adorning
Splashing in puddles
Gonna get in trouble
For ignoring my momma's very stern warning
Roy Moore Do Deplore
Have heard Roy Moore himself does adore;
Republicans him they are trying to ignore;
Southern slicker,
And noses picker;
While rest of America will hate and abhor.
Jim Horn
sunflower
canary
happy face from the late sixties
see the pattern?
Beatles submarine
duck
slicker (raincoat)
now do you get it?
sun
daffodil
dandelion
endorsements for yellow
promoting spring
uplifting my spirits
a frayed brim,
jeans torn and worn
- faded by sun and sea;
a carefree beard,
not of fad nor fashion
but of living!
tears and tears for
truant truths
dried
like the salty stains
on a slicker and
the vacant hopes
of a stare...
man donned in yellow
rain slicker dripping wet knocked....
two pomegrantes
sweet husband bearing
gifts of the pomegrante...
one large, one small fruit
three pomegrante
bushes only fruit bearing...
remembers just me
Endless days of gray and drizzle
Bumbershoots constantly at the ready
Constantly we pull on our overshoes
And break out once again the slicker
Suddenly and brilliantly the sky appears blue
We peer with shaded and squinted eyes
Marveling at the sheer, elegant beauty
In Washington, spring has finally arrived
There are those who
Are after red roses
that’s what appeals to their noses
Though violets are blue
they just will not do
Give her champagne
and she dozes
Because candy is dandy
flowers take hours
but liquor is quicker
With liquor is slicker,
Her senses grew quicker,
Champagne’s magic is all that was due.
Their population on the swell,
The local yokels just couldn't tell,
Why their isolated town called Bugaree,
Red dust and drought for all to see,
Was inundated by a city slicker hell.
You see,it was a radio man from 2CE
Using language bordering on thuggery,
Delivered such a terrible harangue,
Abusing listeners when they rang,
Had told everyone to go to buggery.
Perceptive bunny wanted a raincoat and a rain hat
Mommy asked Daddy “what do you think of that?”
He is clairaudient, he knows something, he said.
They got him a slicker, and a cap for his head
Perceptive bunny wanted rain boots too.
To fit his enormous feet, not easy to do.
But his parents indulged him, without refrain.
He spent a week playing outside in the rain.
I'm no grump
nor one to dump
let alone mock
but I can't like or lump
a pudgy frump
in a frock
who my world don't shock
yet here's the kicker
as a chick
she'd be slicker
and not to deride
but if she'd lose a few
a pound or two
the sooner the quicker
on either side
she'd be bodacious
I'd be flirtatious
and we'd roll and rock
around the clock
Little sister's seen it all happen to you
She's been exposed and could not care less
Get in the car, open up, undress
Little sister, she's no fool
She's seen it all happen to you
Hold it in, tuck it in, behind teas and cakes
Does she really learn from your mistakes?
Will her innocent face take the blame?
She's done bad, bad things compared to you
Slicker, smarter, crazy little fool
yellow yolks on the kitchen floor
brighten up the tile
sunflower seeds glow in the sun
for a country mile
dandelions with their bright heads
springing up all over the yard
sunshine magic on my front porch
enticing me to bard
rain coat slicker and yellow boots
shining in the rain’s little test
the only thing that would make today more sweet
would be a taste of lemon zest.
Donald Duck got rained on plenty hard that day
His yellow slicker was wet every which way
We saw him standing there, beside Hamil’s Bay.
Waved to him too, said my cousin May.
Was he wearing a rain hat I asked with concern.
He did, but he still has a lot about women to learn.
He is waiting for Daisy, who has given up hope.
She has run off and gotten married, far away from this dope.
Yellow
yellow yolk pauses
plunges into batter
swirled by the whisk
into blurry starry circles
glistening rain slicker
puddle-skipping girl
yellow dash of color
vanishing behind umbrellas
daffodils stand silent
I lie under blankets
watching yellow stars
streak me sky-dizzy
be still, stars,
find your perfect places
beside the yellow moon,
so I can remember
a yolk intact,
resilient daffodils,
and a happy splashing girl
how absurd…an owl,
wearing a night cap…the fowl
an audience howl
owl downs his liquor
his entertainment slicker
audience snicker
in midst, a jeerer
a foul audience nearer
here comes the sheerer
this owl on huge bough
seriously satisfied
resting one big eye
trees have been silenced
feathers like Autumn leaves float
owl is on retreat
owl dreams as bough shakes
he’s trying out sick routine
laughing to himself
Round heels of crumpets,
aromatic lavender jam.
Poached eggs in a skillet,
succulent portions of ham.
An awakening stretch had heralded
a yawn mouthed long and loud.
While rain fell down in splatters
from the dark pewter clouds.
Dated Macintosh slicker,
hoary exhausted gum boots.
Tenacious steps into nature
in search of family and roots.
The fallacies of the wind
twists hair into long plaits.
Across wide fields of enchantment
new journeys await.
The new year has came in
But, all is the same
Nothing changes
Still the cheating, stealing,
Killing
Only a bit slicker!!
The graveyard still filled
With
All the broken hearted
Bones stack to the top
Pouring over the sides
Waiting to be mend
Hearing cries scream out
But silence said hush
Your screams will not be heard
All your skeletons just followed
You through the doors of 2008
The new year just begun but
Already grown old..
on that fence are the three cutest pigs you ever hope to see
I ran over to look, he was nuts, this city-slicker, Tommy Lee
These are piglets, not pigs, I yelled to him rather snottily.
The piglets began to snort and whistled with glee
We are Patty’s pretty pink piglets, polished and persnickety.
Puffed up and prideful, perhaps you know our uncle Paulie Lee?
They began dancing around on ham hocks, showing off their glee.
I now wanted to meet their amazing mother, the glorious Patty.