Short Sloshed Poems
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There once was a man from Nantucket,
Who carried his milk in a bucket,
When it sloshed on the street,
You could hear him repeat,
"I should get a straw and go suck it."
Nauseous Natasha’s cautious sister Sasha’s posh boss
Josh McIntosh from Osh Kosh
Sloshed through the marshes sporting galoshes
Looking for his lost hoss Ross
By gosh
Rhino baby bubbles up the sink in a flash
He is showing his goods, and he makes an incredible splash!
This is a whine sloshed out by my roommate, Leroy Flash.
Who is a bit scared of the baby; his teeth all a’gnash!
If I was an owl
I would swallow my prey whole
Letting them enjoy the entire trip
Down my gullet into my stomach
Being gentle with them as they sloshed through my juices
Not crushing them in a mean way like a python
If I was an owl
Here lies the last of the brood
Though always sloshed, never rude
Fame and fortune eluded him
So, he filled himself up to the brim
Always there when we would call
He died from drinking alcohol.
written February 26, 2022
fascinated by the backyard wagon —
it leans against the aged oak.
sloshed with water in Spring,
levity of leaves of Fall,
catching snowflakes in Winter —
on its red tongue.
the backyard wagon waits
for its mannah provision —
longsuffering in God-given faith.
1/18/2018
She sloshed a glennish grooll in Glummaberry
Pfiffle flummished furuncles a flummaderry
They broommed helly hole
Gnooshed a grooby toll
And undled Woo in a gray piffenerry
They found my neighbor today
sitting in his chair, seeping
into the fabric. The smell-
rancid fat, a tallowy
rind of meat.
The cleaners take days.
Boy George warbles
through the walls.
Buckets sloshed
and carted to the halls.
No one collects his things.
No one cries.
A ten word
obituary:
Mr. Campbell died
and all anyone noticed
was the
smell.
MIDWINTER
Slushy, Sloshed,
Shivering, Sheltering, Slumbering,
Siri Nox, Siri Lumos,
Shimmering, Sunbathing, Singing,
Sensuous, Spirited,
MIDSUMMER
Celebrating emergence from hibernation and the transition from dark winter to bright summer
Sleazy
And sweaty faces
Of all ages,
Of different races
Waiting in idle,
For the day to end!
From yesterday’s plight, some are still
Slumbering on a cold cement,
Unmindful, of the day’s event!
Others, are starting to fun
With a bottle of cheap wine,
Till they’re sloshed, from grass’ smoke!
Some had cracked up, of misery!
But, their increasing presence
Has caused apoplexy
Amongst the local gangs, disturbed!
For their native park is invaded,
By birds of passage!