Squealed Poems

King Mouse

Who was only one inch tall,
raised in a lab since he was, well...small, 
doped on phenobarbital,
escaping o'er his prison wall.
Tell me friend, can you recall
King Mouse?

Who lived in a tidy little hole,
knew when the cat was on patrol? 
Though cheese and crumbs he stole, 
he never lived on the dole. 
Let's sing praise and extoll
King Mouse!

Who was diminutive in size,
told the truth and never lied,
had big ears but never spied,
nor squealed, just squeaked and sighed?
All expectations he defied -
King Mouse!

His body small, his soul immense,
big ears heard every offence,
and you, who wanted to dispense,
are now awash with penitence, 
as you consider recompense 
for King Mouse. 

Who knew the secrets that we kept,
never told, just cried and wept,
before he laid on the floor and slept?
At discretion he was adept.  
You struck him with the broom while you swept - 
King Mouse. 

The coo of a mournful mourning dove
reminds us of the guy in the sky above
who we wouldn't touch without a glove. 
But now as push comes to shove,
we realize we really love 
King Mouse!

Gavin Godzilla

A beast named Gavin Godzilla 
Liked a girl named Priscilla. 
The issue was that he was a klutz 
And it drove everyone nuts. 
He was an embarrassed, sorry gorilla. 

He broke everything that he touched 
And accidentally smutched. 
He tripped on his feet 
And tried to retreat 
Because he felt ashamed and blushed. 

Gavin came to Priscilla one day and said, 
“I know I’m clumsy and have a big head 
But I like you a lot. 
To live without you, I cannot. 
Will you please be mine?” He pled. 

Priscilla was delighted and squealed a big yes 
But there was a catch that she addressed. 
“To help with your clumsiness” and with a snap, 
She put on Gavin a ton of bubble wrap! 
They still loved each other nonetheless.

Little Stacy

There's a house, enormous and aimless.
But there's a mural on the wall that's shameless.
It shows a little girl
In her dress that twirls,
Crazy though she seems.
In her eyes, hurt beams.
Her father just stands there,
Getting nowhere.
His back turned on her.
It's all just a blur.
But his eyes are so cold,
Saying things so cruel and untold.
Although her lips are sealed,
However, they still squealed:
"Dear Father,
I'm not a bother,
I'm not crazy,
I'm your little Stacy."
Doesn't she know she won't get a reply?
Why does she even bother to try?
Is she mad? 
Or sad? 
Or bad?
Who knows?

Whispers of Thrills

The rusted Ferris wheel, a skeletal hand,
Points to a sky it can no longer command.
Once, laughter echoed, joy on the breeze,
Now silence reigns, whispered by the trees.

The carousel horses, their paint chipped and worn,
Dream of merry-go-rounds, of days yet unborn.
Once, children squealed, clinging to their steeds,
Now shadows dance, where happy laughter bleeds.

The cotton candy stand, its windows cracked and dim,
Holds the ghost of sweetness, a forgotten whim.
Once, sugary clouds, a magical delight,
Now only dust motes, swirling in the light.

The roller coaster track, a metal serpent curled,
Whispers of thrills, a forgotten world.
Once, screams of delight, a dizzying race,
Now only rust and wind, in this silent space.

The park stands empty, a monument to time,
A reminder of moments, once so sublime.
The ghosts of laughter, echo in the breeze,
Whispering of memories, of happy, carefree days.

This Little Piggy

           
This little piggy robbed the market.
This little piggy burgled homes.
This little piggy was a chicken thief.
This little piggy thought scams were fun.
Four little piggies squealed “Waaa waaa waaa” in jail, missing home.

As I Went to Sleep

I was innocent as I went to sleep,
But soon I would be in trouble, deep.
My problems would pile up in a heap 
As I went to sleep, to sleep.  

I began to nap, blameless and free, 
Without a trouble in the world,
But, as I lay there snoozing soundly, 
Unfortunate events unfurled.

I witnessed the unlucky ax murder
Of a friend of a friend.
Why was I the only one to see?
Fate, I cannot comprehend.

The living friend asked me who did it.   
So I squealed on who I saw. 
A second murder, then sadly ensued, as he 
Killed her with a hammer claw.  

For that murder, then I too was guilty,
The jury reasoned, wise.
I should be sentenced unsparingly,
They sagely did advise.

In my friend's guilt, I would rightly share,
Though I went to sleep without a care, 
I woke up to the chair, the chair.
I woke up to the electric chair.

Silent Lullabies

Did silent lullabies make you fall asleep peacefully 
while some child of your blood squealed in his cradle: He was left alone. 
He wished you had stayed longer 
and yearned for a better life. 
You gave him promises, 
You gave him hopes, 
But none of those came true
Until he realized it was a hoax.

Did you think he misjudged the situation,
concluding you were not a good example? 
Contrary to your proud wife’s opinions, 
You are the delight: A source of joy. 
So tell the boy he is wrong. 
You might love how things went downhill for him when you left. 
He thought that you enjoyed it.

He had a lot of questions to ask, 
But no one from his clan wanted to answer his confusions: 
“Why is life getting more eccentric as time passes?” 
“Why did you leave him so soon?” 
Do you know that his pain gradually worsens each year? 
It drives him to the depths of delusion.

Still, he hoped to celebrate this day, 
But he could not find a reason to say, “Happy Father’s Day.” 
All he thinks about is… 
You are not a good father. 
Never were, Never will be tomorrow, 
Not even in his midnight musings.

This is Raccoon Santa

I thought Santa wore red, the crow said to the owl.
Regular Santa, but this is raccoon Santa, the owl hooted.
What does that mean?
Watch and learn.

In a few minutes raccoons began following Blue Santa.
His costume was trimmed with white fur, but it was periwinkle.
Almost a purple blue.
The raccoons followed him to the middle of the pasture.

He opened his bag and began tossing out sugar cookies.
They caught them in their paws and squealed with delight.
Licking the frosting and slurping like piglets.

Raccoon Santa! Whoever heard of such a thing? Crow said.
Now you have said Owl. He flew forward as Blue Santa tossed crackers.
Crow flew in and snagged a couple himself.
Best Christmas Eve ever!

Laugh

               A laugh is a soul's explosion of insanity.
           Knowledge of acknowledgement in vanity.
      A crazed affinity with deja vu timing.
          Taboo of thought in neon silver lining.
    An out of body experience welcomed within.
      Micro possession in a miming obsession, 
         with dilated dial in audible font style 
   and expression.
          
               A laugh is a pseudo lust in pseudo love.
         Headlining, silver tongued language of 
   squealed wink, grunting blink, snickering choke of drink. 
     from above. 
  A syncing of honed thinking in volume linking 
    the brink on.
 Wave of notes confused bang of gong, 
 in mode-icon.
 Surge of mental drowning, 
 with smile singing mused 
 connection system of its own downing.

Popsicle Plop

When I tried to lick an icy pop,
When bike riding, with two-up on top.
I screamed and you squealed
As ice cream, revealed
Two riders fly head over heels plop

Drama Queen Hog

she waddled over and stuck in her toe
ooh! it’s cold she squealed with a feminine glow
the rest of us sows ignored her, she is a drama queen
she walked out to the end of the diving board then, so serene

she won’t ever jump one of the hogs said, she’s a faker
she passed gas all the way back, she is a real quaker
we rolled over and ignored her, which really got her goat
the next thing we knew, she was out in a boat

I Wear Pink Grandma

Charlotte could not wait until we had eaten to tell us her news.
She had fallen in love again, so was no longer singing the blues.
Charlotte falls in love more than anyone we’ve ever met.
This guy was something else, the most interesting yet.

He’s a goose! The kids squealed, with laughter and glee.
Are you sure? Asked grandpa, who slapped his hand on his knee.
They were giddy and excited about the goose, who had a weird stink.
Are you sure he’s a guy goose? Asked Grandma. He is wearing pink!

The goose took offense and let her know that pink is okay.
For male geese, male frogs, male cats, and male dogs every day.
I wear pink Grandma! Her grandson said, the goose is quite right.
From that moment on, the goose and he became very tight.

Ocean Dance

I watched a group of twelve-year-olds
digging in the sand
No older though, for they squealed in laughter
Heads thrown back in the wind
Something in the sand and water excited them
And I swear they did a circular dance around the liquid hole

I drank in the freedom
of those prepubescent boys
So thrilled and free they were that day
that I became invisible as I passed.
I wondered to myself
Had I ever laughed so fully
in the whole of my existence?
I hope to do so someday
now that I see it can be done.

Grocery Shopping Gripes

She’d a shopping list in her bag
Long since lost in the mess
But she could remember it vaguely…
Dammit .... she’d just have to guess

She grabbed a trolley out of the garden
It squealed and it see-sawed
No wonder because one of the wheels
Went backward instead of forward

She shot in through the doorway
And breathed a deep breath in
Her total focus needed now
To avoid financial ruin

Starting off with a hiss and a roar
She was soon completely absorbed
At looking at expensive delights
None of which she could afford

So she dillied and she dallied
With choices designed to confuse
She was temporarily suckered in
By an offer to good to refuse

Finally finished, she staggered 
Trolley piled up high and bulging 
To the self-serve checkout queue
She had regrets about indulging

Wearily she scanned her goods
Then let out an almighty groan –
After all that bloody effort
She’d left her visa card at home

Showed Her I'M Boss Hog

Last night I showed my humble gratitude
To a sweet sow with pulchritude
She served as a shield
Or I would've squealed
When the farmer wanted me barbequed

Now, all she eats is pizza; Totino's
Whines that she needs help with the bambinos
But diapers are crappy
Not a chore for pappy
I'd rather gamble at the casino

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