Not taking the micky
Or being too picky
Appreciate was tricky
But over in a quickie
Reeling still feeling dickie
Travis gave us a hickey
Starc took the bickie
Our batters took a sickie
Snicks to slips & wickie
Tiswas all well a bit icky
Daisy Daisy give me your answer do, said he
"I can't cuz I got de flu" she sniffled then blew
Daisy Daisy you know I love you
she plucked at the petals, then counted, recounted with rue
Daisy daisy won't you finally, say I do ?
" I'd like to, I want to but, Achew!
Daisy Daisy whats up with you ?
I got a cold and I don't know what to do !
Hot Toddy Hot lovin'.... he gave her, that night
then he loved her and kissed her, with all of his might !
The next day she knelt on one knee and did ask,
"oh Pippin oh Pippin won't you marry me"
I can't love I'm sickie, not now love, Tee Hee.
In the meantime, the ring was attached to a daisy,
of course he'd marry her, she drove him half crazy !!!
I danced with an Alien
At the Diplomat’s Summer Ball
Though I’m not sure Dancing
Correctly described it at all.
A dancing partner with six feet
And thirty six naked toes?
Trying to be graceful while avoiding
Kicking or stepping on any of those.
I’m not quite sure I appreciated
The appeal or the charm
Of dancing with a creature with
Tentacles instead of arms.
I was so grateful when
It mumbled its thanks
Then wandered off to recharge
The gas in its breathing tanks.
Another one was waiting
To step up in its place
And I had to accept
With a show of grace.
We mooched around in silence,
We shambled round and round,
As out Universal Translators
Had both totally broken down.
They say silence is golden
But it doesn’t help pass time
When your dancing partner
Exudes a green sweaty slime.
The next time I’ll throw a sickie
If I’m given the chance
Rather than be on duty at
The Aliens Diplomatic Dance.
Diplomatic Dancing
A duty to avoid
But then life is boring
On our little asteroid Embassy
At least we’ve made progress
We’re not the only sentient race
As we practice our Diplomacy
Here on the fringes of Outer Space
Run all you want you won’t get away.
Keep chasing your tail, same stuff different day.
Backed into a corner – cower and moan, you’ve blocked yourself - scream- deny all
you can.
But you’ve done the deeds and there’s blood on your hands.
Cry all you can, til you can cry no more…
then stand up and breathe in and there’s no place like home.
So, turn round and face it, the thing you fear most.
Yourself in the mirror - the past, and the ghosts.
Fight back, and time to settle the score.
Ask if it’s worth it and breathe and exhale. Or, just continue to chase your own tail.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.