Short Townsfolk Poems
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In Winnegan, on the Moselle
There's a story townsfolk will tell:
A witch came to dine
She savoured the wine
And cast a prosperity spell!
A friendly boxer up in Green Bay
counsels townsfolk day after day
A sagacious old dog
with a website and blog
He advises: Less work and more play!
Two Nazis the partisans killed
For revenge a town's blood was spilled
Resistors forgot
Townsfolk would be shot
Where hell seems forever instilled
The medicine man sold it with a grin,
the townsfolk dying again and again,
tried to runaway,
townsfolk without delay,
gave him a taste of his own medicine.
11-19-16
My haunting birth place,
picture book of green scene bliss,
brimming with winsome townsfolk,
who ooze unfeigned charm,
streets vibrate at crack of dawn,
night life otherworld intrigue
Heard of this local filly named Jiggles Galore
Some of the local townsfolk called her a whore
Twas not very nice
Some partook in her vice
And rode giddy up until they got sores
Tick tock, tick tock
Oh what a shock!
Both hands fell off
The town hall clock.
It's sad to tell
All is not well,
But the mayor left,
And took the bell.
No hands, no chime,
Oh what a crime--
How can the townsfolk
Know the time?
Form:
A soothsayer vigorously announced impending doom,
To the gathered townsfolk causing such gloom,
But when a lightning bolt struck
The predictor was out of luck,
Laughing, they swept him away with a broom.
In enclosure
She weaves magic spell
Throughout what she endures
Hidden, cackling a laugh
Cursing the townsfolk
She does procure
Russell Sivey
Form Compression
Contest: POEM OF COMPRESSION
Sponsor: nette onclaud
9/25/2013
A sign at an outdoor restaurant I found was a wee bit barbaric
“Tables for eating customers only” soon the townsfolk would perish
Much the same as toiletries
A tree on which you can pee?
The english language at times can send a confusing message
The woman shaped mountain, though old it would thrive.
But who could have know she had been real and alive.
I hadn't known she was a woman, till she stared into my eyes.
The townsfolk think i'm lying, I hear all their rude replies.
Soon enough they'll understand. A plan I shall contrive.
There once was an odd fiddler on the roof
Townsfolk thought of him as the village goof
He was a nuisance and pain
But for finding him insane
The onus was theirs for burden of proof
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Lumpy Rumpy, a rather large lad,
Had a reputation for being so bad,
He rolled a mega barrel down the hill,
Full of dead fish and the content spill.
The reeking aroma made people sad,
With pegs on their noses they got so mad,
The townsfolk chased Lumpy down the street,
If they catch him up they might paddle his seat.
The townsfolk were jealous and calked her “ El Fuego.”
As she was the notorious flirt of sprawling, San Diego
Her shapely legs, put mens’ hearts in a total trance.
The scent of perfume, ah~with her, they wanted to dance.
Her eyes, like sensous lighthoueses ,forever were calling.
Like a wise
Them~ into her rapturous arms, they dreamt of falling.
the archaeologist stood
on the original floor
above her was laughter
loving and war
the archaeologist stood
at the foot of a pit
beside broken lepers
and gentlemen sit
the archaeologist stood
in the ditch of a moat
where bloodied invaders
and townsfolk would float
the archaeologist stood
to her knees among bones
of all history's people
in all of their homes
A witch’s coven went into a dark forest
The clan met together to plan a town curse
They debated and picked the one they liked best
An evil would come, hurting the youngest first
The townsfolk were oblivious to this deed
The did not know the power of this dark seed
They all got sick with some horrible disease
The witches came laughing, pretty as you please
Russell Sivey
Salvation was born that long ago night,
In Bethlehem's lowly town.
Little did the townsfolk know,
Emmanuel had come down.
Night time sky began to glow,
Twas a star brighter than the rest.
Never before had so bright a star been seen,
Inciting omens to be guessed.
Good tidings were shared with the terrified shepherds.
Heavenly messengers sang with joy.
The shepherds did as the angels said,
and worshipped Mary's baby boy.
The mischief of the phantom was a plague to the town.
The townsfolk always had a sleepless sleep and their cries of horror always filled the night air.
What they did not know was that they had mistaken the ghost for a dreadful creature.
This harmless ghost just wanted to have some fun and share in the delight of their evening joy;
The joy that united the people around a bonfire before their sleep, was what the little ghost wanted to be a part.
The witches held men
Up against the wall of pain
Where they are shackled
To take the brunt of the curse
Leaving them helpless to hate
They will infect more
Of their own people in town
Creating hate throughout
The townsfolk fear their return
How they will spread hate around
Death sure soon follows
To kill the many lost ones
The curse will live on
Through the few that were taken
Where Halloween brought a curse
Russell Sivey
music to kids ears
Pete carried on with his flute
without parental consent
his larynx engaged
as his footprints leave their clues
there would be scars over soot
townsfolk grab pitchforks
multilingual torches mad
with fear and grief chase down thief
find kids in a trance
listening to final dirge
and piper’s mocking laughter
parent takes the flute
second silence in forest
breaks the jester’s tool in half
Peter Piper’s dust to dust
George Bailey taking the icy plunge,
Clarence saved him being his guardian,
a close call,
for Bedford Falls,
saved town from tyrannical bug,
The heartwarming scene at the end,
where townsfolk contribute a dividend,
hearing a ring,
angel got his wings,
poor Uncle Billy's pink slip pending,
George's life finally on the upswing,
till Uncle Billy forgot one more thing,
work in his briefs,
townsfolk red cheeks,
indecent attire thrown in the clink.
12-25-16
The creature at the bar loved to get drunk
But townsfolk kept well away cos it stunk
At this bar with his friend
Drank whiskey till night's end
You’ve probably guessed its Sammy the skunk.
Joe the mayor asked the townsfolk to think
For an answer to that horrible stink
They came up with a plan
A huge extractor fan
Now skunks and townsfolk can both share a drink.
Written on 9th September 2018-09-09
For animal limerick contest sponsored by Charles Messina.
Up in Sh*t Creek up his own fat butthole
the law is an ass and he’s out of control.
He calls himself sheriff
but I just call him Griff
and he’s a real fu*ktard and a fugly troll!
Like all coward trolls he’s just a mother
but thinks he’s Wyatt Earp, O’ brother!
Tom and all the townsfolk
up his fat ass blow smoke…
gun in one hand and dick in the other!
Written: September 2022
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There once was a boy called Ronald Riddle
Now there was a kid who could really piddle
He weed here and he weed there
That kid Riddle piddled everywhere.
People once thought that there’d been rain
Truth was Ronald was at it again
Eventually the townsfolk just got madder
At the kid with the enormous bladder.
With pitchforks and clubs they chased him away
And the story is told to this very day
Now you may laugh and you may scoff
But this is how we got the term “piss off.”