Dad went to work on an egg each day
Til one day the egg cracked on the way
Pants covered in yolk
It was not a joke
That his colleagues egged him on, all day.
Dad had an egg every single day
He wouldn't have it any other way
Til he got egg bound
And suddenly found
That he was clucking the day away.
Daddy was fond of his eggy bready
Every morning mommy got it ready
One day she was late
Much to her distaste
He ran off with merry leggy Peggy.
Daddy asked a barmaid for an eggnog
She thought that he was asking for a snog
She took him outside
And to her surprise
He said I was asking where was the bog.
A Turquoise Noise
Green is gift, I share.
Hachoo noise made from the spray
and flew through the air.
Excuse, me!
by Martin Braun
July 2, 2023
To snag a prince, ambitious ladies
bet all their money on a snog
but as a rule they end up getting...
a frog.
Tonight I shall call the shining stars
To descend down by your side too soon
And have it engulf the gloomy darkness,
Faintly the light shall snog you,
There you will behold me near you
Invisible in the darkness
For I am a shadow galloping with you
I shall be present as a shadow
Loving you with unabating power.
At mid-night I shall came crawling
Too silent unnoticed by the sleeping world,
No humans nor ghost can trace me
For I am like a clinging dew drops
Flickering upon the rhythm of moonlight
So uncertain of its existence on grass tip
For a ghastly blow can dismantle all,
I shall be present in your dreams
Loving you with vacant dwindling.
At dawn I shall come hovering
Riding on the undulating rays of the sun
Waving and greeting from heart of love,
Steadily I shall pearch on you
For you bask the morning rays too usual,
I shall unhitch the warmth you wanted
And I shall chase the coldness
Back to its snow capped mountain,
I shall Love you always.
The brewery's apple provider
Saved Stella Strongbow from a spider
While having a snog
He fell in the grog
And spent the whole evening in cider
Love blossomed ’cause she was a cutie
And, it must be said, quite a beauty
A little bit smart
A little bit tart
And more than a little bit fruity
***
Contest: Two Limericks
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Verse one: Edited for syllable count 28 February 2021
Verse two: 28 February 2021
Checked using Syllable Counter: 9,9,5,5,9 & 9,9,5,5,9
Wet slug
Wants hug
Slime trail
Cocktail
Locate
Slug mate
Damp log
Quick snog
Eggs laid
Slugs made
So..?
Yes what
Have you lost the plot?
No I have not! I am just feeling very hot
So..?
Yes what
Do you fancy a snog???
No I'd rather kiss my dog
Oh thanks a lot!!
DAMO
To those Purple Orchids,
bringing my mystique out.
wantedly or without my permit.
To the brisk blow.,
to snog it tacitly
here beside my ear.
Then to the sturdy sea,
for reminding me,
The sentence of a sin.
To the flaming fire.,
For rescuing me
From all deceits.
To the cool drizzle.,
to call the warmth out
When it's hight temp there.
To these silvery chords.,
To pop up the question
when all others in quiet.
The brewery's apple provider
Saved the manageress from a spider
While having a snog
He fell in the grog
And spent the whole evening in cider
Bogglers, (consumption, distraction)
The snog boggler's of lower snoop
are really rather dull
spending time smoking duur
eating till they're full
bogglers ne'er read to pass the time
but engrossed in snog delusion
fascinating really the boggle mind
if not a tad confusing
We all boggle up and down
sometimes from side to side
filling our days with wacky-woo
feeling frightened, yes petrified
But it make no matter, boggle or no
do-be-do or dumb distraction
the beating drums of life's snoop
is nought but damned abstraction
so the next time you meet a boggler
and feeling a need to comment
remember they be like inclined
say nothing, enjoy the moment
Bogglers, (consumption, distraction)
The snog bogglers of lower snoop
are really rather dull
a spending time smoking duur
and eating till they're full
Bogglers ne'er read to pass the time
but engrossed in snog delusions
fascinating really the boggle mind
it's said, a tad confusing
We all boggle up and down
sometimes side to side
we'll fill our days with wacky-woo
or feel frightened, petrified
But it makes no matter, boggle or no
duur or rue'd distractions
the beating drums of life's snoop
are nought just damned abstraction
Ere the next time you meet a boggler
and feel a need to comment
remember they be like inclined
so shush, enjoy the moment
In this dwelling, let nature bid you near
Where instigates the mild ocean no fear
Dwell here unmussed and we will both share
In the ambience of a breeze with a scarlet care
As we voyage by a crescent sphere
To grasp the true art of this gracious air
Let no heart pardon a snare
Nor squeeze fear,from your tender eyes; a tear
By this soulful yacht let's sail the rare
As caressing wind migrates here and there
In your yearn for care, will my heart give hear
In your long for warmth, i will be most fair
Let no ravine snog elude me while i am near
In time, history will make a tale of our presence here.
Stepping out, the smell of smoke hangs in the morning air,
plastic cones and tubes and sticks are littered everywhere.
Another Guy Fawke's night has gone, bombarding all the senses
the night sky sounds and looks just like the Moscow air defences.
All year we're told be clean and green for the environment
but every November the fifth, I don't know where that went.
Keep down the noise, respect neighbours, can't say fairer than that
but once a year under the bed I try to calm the cat.
If laws are put in place that we can ignore once each year
then maybe, come this New year's eve I can, and without fear,
( although my missus likes the fact my love for her I hog)
go find some boozy ladies for a real good drunken snog.
Last night my missus gave me oysters for my tea
I was really kind of hopeful for a night of tumble round whoopee
I showered and shaved, it helps to smell like a stud
But her half dozen oysters must have all of been duds.
Things were looking desperate so I engaged in some foreplay
Thats the thing that old men do when they want a roll in the hay
I grovelled and I pleaded, even whined like a dog
But for all of my best efforts all I got was a snog.
So should she ever come home, bearing that little wee blue pill
Don't think that I got lucky or had an evening of thrill.
stardom of the year
on its welcoming music
ushers our new dreams
culminate great task
snog the sweet and bitter past
cool somersault starts
blow New Year's trumpets
commence it with smiles and cheers
have a joyful year
May 14,2014 3.30pm
First Place
Contest: Two Haiku (Month of January)
Judged: 6/18/14
Sponsor: My fave poet, Skat
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