Sunny the squirrel fell fast asleep
in the rooftop gutter seam~
curled like a fuzzy comma
in a punctuation dream.
Rain dribbled down beside her,
but Sunny didn’t even stir;
guess gutter-naps are premium
for a sleepy little ball of fur.
Neighbors pointed upward~
“Is that squirrel okay up there?”
But Sunny just snored louder,
like a diva hung midair.
So now the roofline’s famous
for its napping woodland queen,
who claims the gutter nightly
as her five-star lodging wing.
When Ben hen clock strikes one , Smoke is coming like a gun, It suffocates and makes me run, Grandma's soul stands like a nun, It wakes me from bed like the sun , And dad snored too loud to stun.
One couple of days, cloudless sky cried for streams to drink;
The birds couldn’t fly till they soared to the brink.
Meanwhile, sleep fled my bed—and within my dream,
I was speechless; the words I spoke filled a stream.
When I awoke, I snored for a long while;
When rain had ceased, I walked in heavy rains a mile.
Then a friend shouted my name he never knew—
In the cloudless sky, the cloud turned blue.
Tristesse
The hotel room in St. Asaph (Wales) was damp
and smelt of spent body passion, I didn’t have a coin
for the gas metre; in the decomposing bed, a woman
Snored, and from the depth of my soul
the beginning of an anguished scream.
The morning was ashen as my face, and fine drizzle fell.
The hotel bar was closed, and I walked with aching bones
for miles while the heavens descended.
Apocalypse Now!
No such luck, when the clouds parted, the hills
where green with grazing sheep is.
Dear God, where were you yesterday when I married
A scullery maid, have you no mercy?
Tristesse
The hotel room in St. Asaph (Wales) was damp
and smelt of spent body passion, I didn’t have a coin
for the gas metre; in the decomposing bed, a woman
Snored, and from the depth of my soul
the beginning of an anguished scream.
The morning was ashen as my face, and fine drizzle fell.
The hotel bar was closed, and I walked with aching bones
for miles while the heavens descended.
Apocalypse Now!
No such luck, when the clouds parted, the hills
where green with grazing sheep is.
Dear God, where were you yesterday when I married
A scullery maid, have you no mercy?
So many pearls before the swine
He didn’t know which to pick
So fell asleep and dreamed to fly
Straight up to some Alpean peak
There he took selfies, drank high tea
And then he flew back home
Down to the native piggery
Where one day he was born
His dream was suddenly cut short
No pearls around he saw
He yawned and in surprise he snored
Chewed pensively a straw
He thought “if I were not a swine
A butterfly I’d like to be
On multicoloured wings I’d fly
This time towards the sea.”
.
az hern purty
snored
i mean
purrr'd
What the Dickens! Santa ain't wearing knickers
well his pants got caught inside the chimney
now here's the kicker...
Little Joe woke up in the middle of the night
and gave Santa such a jolly fright
now here's the kicker...
It was drafty there wasn't any gas nor heat
Mrs. Chump snored upstairs like dead meat
now here's the kicker...
Mr. C was 5 feet tall and wasn't a Clause at all
he didn't know how to rob Peter to pay Paul
now here's the kicker...
The real Ms. C owned a solar panel, Oh what fun
gave it to Ming Ming who flew like a Son Of A Gun!
now here's the kicker... Eh !
He burned Santa's pants then laughed, giggled, scoffed
but as Santa danced around the sun poured in the loft
now here's the real kicker...
Christmas was a blast now little Joe C could finally be,
toasty as a glow worm in a house built for three.
Merry Christmas Everyone !
Love,
From Santa's Girl :)
Grandpa snored loud by the fire,
Dreaming of treats he’d admire.
He woke with a yawn,
Found the cookies all gone—
Seems the dog’s now our chief cookie buyer!
In the city of the living,
A place where all are breathing
Few miles away from the well-known barber shop
Down the road with an inclined slope
He laid down there underneath the bridge
Helpless, gasping for new air
The virus had long taken life from him
Only spared him his body and soul.
Dirt spread all over his body, he was a coal
He let it like that as he could not even skim.
Not to mention his hair,
as he laid there like he came out from a fridge.
Citizens had hearts of stone,
leaving him like that all alone.
Cars passing by, he was ignored,
they only laughed at the way he snored.
This had now become his life
It was his pain maker, peak of a knife.
Whenever he tried to wonder alone at night
Many knew he was up to no right,
Just trying to put food in his stomach
Before rushing to the hummock.
Forgive me if I have wronged you
The task before me
Is beyond marital blues
You claimed I come home late
You claimed I drink spirits a lot
You claimed I snored every night
You claimed I took you for granted
You claimed I forgot our wedding date
You claimed I was too Puritan …
Incapable of love
And being loved
Please and please my angry woman
Let’s push your trainload of anger aside
While I invite the holy Muse of poetry
To refresh my soul
With lines I will submit
In our poetry soup anthology
WHEN I DIE, I’LL WAKE UP
Did you see me wake the slumber
As she snored her way through
Prepare the timber for the winter
To say all she’s gone through
I’ll awake when I die
Shake the thick, when I’m gone
Close the eyes of flies that sleep
Walk my breaking limit so deep
Work the hour of time to a stand still
There! I awoke the last breath
"Eagle scouts off my grip to rip"
What? An awakening of the wild
As the forest, gentle it was, reek
Who has not seen? the course of time
How timid they were to stand my rhymes
In full time , full force and energy so nigh!
I will, if you want me; to bid farewell tonight
Cause the effect to ripple
Alarm my path, I have an hurdle
Just when I die to effect none wants
There I’ll awake myself to live in forever
Hurray my golden lampstand! On this mole
Chuckles on their meek but arrogant cheeks
Triple my trials to no halt! If I live, I’m awake
Till I die and rise up, to the found and fortified me
Written by; Sir Taitophil
In days of yore
her husband snored
Her nightly grief
knew no relief
But then by chance
she learned to pole-dance
which promptly cleared his sinuses
~ Though that had its plusses and minuses
Can I keep them? They followed me home.
I knew they would be great models, and end up in a poem.
My husband did not look up from his nap.
He snored loudly, hoping I would go away in a snap.
I had brought in a dragon, bear and honey bee.
I get to keep you, I told them, best of all, you were free.
The bear was yellow, a sincere, sweet, engaging fellow.
The dragon had some issues, went through lots of tissues.
I kept them both, but the bee had to go.
He kept getting lose and dive bombing us “to and fro”.
Terry did not mind doing dishes until Doogie moved in
He liked to cook and made messes that were up to her chin
I never clean a pot or pan he said, bragging about it.
After a while she stopped doing dishes and pitched a big fit.
But he cooks! Her roommate Melanie said, and that’s great right?
Terry rolled her eyes, and planned to move out; she did not like to fight.
Within a week she was gone, she left the two bozos a little note.
He snored horribly too, she told her mother “like an overgrown goat!”
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