Short Wag Poems
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A symphony escort named Brute
Was charging each man with no suit
He must have been witty
To dupe Maestro Smitty
He also made off with his lute
Even after a day of fun
Sunday night can be a drag
I’d like to see its tail wag
all bubbly, perky, eager
like a woodland beaver
Wiggelly, wiggelly wag,
a worm is in the bag;
squiggelly, squiggelly squoo,
and now I've counted two;
wiggelly, squiggelly dee,
another one is three!
LOL, my nursery rhyme for Eve's contest, written 5th March
We loved the movie
We enjoyed it…
It tells the truth about life
And it foretells it in advance…
With countries starting with an ‘A’:
Albania - Afganistan…
About Monica and Bill
And wars on terror just began…
And good new is:
It never ends!
donkey kick dance dobba dee dobba doo
monkey picks France with lots of fru fru
hunky dory whickety vee whickety voo
I like making up new words like schmickety schmoo
come play with me said the ink pen of light blue
I did it gladly, singing willy wiggly wag woo
My hair is dyed to hide the grey and how my boobies sag
But I have it on good authority I’m a ‘Walnut Wag’
A ‘Walnut Wag’ … what’s that you may ask
I will enlighten you for that’s my task
A ‘Walnut Wag’ is the partner of someone with prostate cancer
This cancer can be cured so don’t let your man be a chancer
From our experience early detection is the key
With treatment your man can be cancer free
15th January 2016
In human affairs, what prepares
A mortgage to funnel a home
A church to repent its coffers
A vehicle to search its on tank
What keeps stolen pride alive
While kingdoms crumble
Let it be
The barnacles of the bridge
Enlightenment rescind its kid
As chalkboards charter a change
Or simply rearrange furniture
The hospital panic to save us
When jobs dont cover the cost
All the workers will wander around lost
In the future to plunge
Awareness with an empty lung
Not all tongue that wag
You dishonorably gag …
Of course not that of my Neighbor
Which assigned to itself Christ’s Labor
For it doesn’t behind lag
And will ever out ***,
While demolishing knickers that sag;
Women that fripperies drag,
Hundreds of cosmetics bag,
Fun always pokes at a hag
Or lanes walk that zigzag
And in the church read a mag!
The tongues that sensibly wag
Should about it richly brag,
Even as their victims nag,
Their anger rocky crag.
Offerings we hold on to,
in time become egoic glue
and thus suspect are desires,
chasing dreams ego aspires.
Ego’s but an interface,
letting memory retrace
fond longings holding appeal,
rekindled with zest and zeal.
Conjuring thus, our life script,
our soul’s light now derelict,
we prolong our agony,
bemused by pain’s symphony.
To know the truth, clear as day,
cessation then is the way,
bringing soul’s light centre stage,
signalling we’ve come of age.