Short Whacks Poems
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According to Sigmund Keeple
Bad things happen to good people
The Karma rule
Whacks the cruel
Like lightning striking a steeple
When Judy plays Doctor & Nurse
She always quotes chapter and verse
Then whacks off a tad
(The Rabbi's her dad)
And that's how young boys learn to curse
There is an ob-gyn named Doctor Payne
He guarantees he'll live up to his name
When his patients groan
He whacks their skullbone
Delivers the baby plus a migraine
My eyes go into the skies
Like dark flame
My legs sink into the sand
Like dirt in water
The ice in the rain
Swirls and whacks my head
The flood, sprinting towards me
Its malice, chasing me to the thatch
That burns in the depth
Of the dark
So, a rich, entitled surfer dude with multiple useless degrees.
Whacks a rich CEO of a health insurance company.
Suddenly he's the Robin Hood of the A.I generation.
Feeding the blood of the rich and greedy
to the uninsured and needy. (Top that, Greta Thunberg).
The wakeful wind whistles
Winding wearily and watching all
Wafting silently whispering woes
Weightlessly whipping wisplike whacks
Wondrously wild when wrathful weather attacks
Wrecking and walloping worsening in time
Nature wilts whimpering wordlessly worried
The wind whirls and wrestles in wingless flight
19/3/2016
A word for the wise I wield awhile
Whether the weather whacks or whoops
Walk with the Word and not with the world
Wield your weapons of warfare and
Walk off your worries and weights
To walk this wearying widespread way
Watch your wears off wretched wrongs
Wave away warped wantonness and worthless wiles
In a while with wings way off from this wilderness
We will wake without end in white
With the worthy ones in worship
Women, sure, are fighting back:
Don’t rebelling energy lack;
For men’s vicious and hateful whacks,
Their sometimes murderous whacks.
Each time one is made to seem an imp,
Some male body goes down or limp
A confused one begins to sex starve
And can attack with what women have.
You don’t a woman try to jilt
And she sits back to watch you or wilt
A time to patronize men she would dump
Better that than a throat with a lump.
Mam told me I must eat my greens
I’m certain I know what she means
I pick lots of snot,
And then eat the lot
It’s tasty and full of proteins!
Mam’s livid and screams ACT YOUR YEARS
Aged fifty, I burst into tears
She whacks me round the head
Then she sends me to bed
And now I’ve got cauliflower ears!
For a lovely on line friend who gave me the first line and challenged me to write a poem ... it caused many snickers when he got the final poem
12/23/21