Tipper Poems | Examples

Look How They Shine

Look at the stars how they shine for you and I 
better learn to appreciate them before we die !
See the banquet of beauty God has created 
feast your eyes on it and you will feel elated;

Dappled in light heaven is our Sacred Window 
absorb its secret as if you were a  leaning willow 
Incline your ear and listen for a soulflul whisper 
God has always been a generous tipper; 

Shine baby shine right where you are 
its always more peaceful up close to a star 
Drink the stardust of the moment 
be the rhapsody song of His cajolement 

Look at the stars how they shine for you and I , 
better learn to appreciate them , before you die !

Forced Tipping

Forced Tipping
Miracle Man
5/16/2023

I have always been a tipper,
amount based, service driven.
But in adding 20% to my meal,
it then becomes taken, not given.

When you’ve taken from me,
my independence of choice.
In essence you’re then guilty,
of stifling my voice.

A thought worth considering,
a living wage would suffice.
From the pie that you call yours,
give employees a tiny slice.


It’s about customers helping pay the help
so they don’t have to. So lately I decided to go to the store 
and just make my own. I had to check myself out and pay a service fee
for using my card. Ha ha
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I feel better.
Tom

Why Ted Is Slimmer

Don’t you know why Ted is slimmer?
His eyes no more with hopes glimmer:
Had long swum in pools with shimmer,
As long in frustration swimmer;
Ted would not bear Todd’s New Tipper
Plus dreams of making ‘A Shipper!’…

But one’s knowledge of life deeper,
One no more, in spirit, Sleeper,
Entrance one blocks against Creeper
And proves Goodwill Lover Keeper…

Now, you know why Ted is slimmer
And walrus moustache not trimmer:
Chances of making it dimmer,
One gets slimmer and face grimmer!

Tree Hugger

If you’re going to hug trees
you had best wear a shirt
having really long arms
knuckles dragged in dirt
surely won’t do much harm

If you’re going to hug trees
then you’d best not mind bugs
‘cuz sooner or later
they will return the hugs
below your equator

If you’re going to hug trees
shower after you toil
get used to the itches
that poison ivy oil
will soak through your britches

If you’re going to hug trees
and you’re not a jogger
then be a good tipper
so Ole the logger
won’t show you the chipper

Children Dreaming

Hope of hope, you are the right one.
At birth it's the color of flesh.
Today while waiting for the bus one mother was.
She was attractive but without her daughter or son.
She ask me how to get to the place I was going.

Her family had them both because, 
she was going to try to have some xanax
prescribed to her.

I told her my ex wife used to take mine
and that D.C.F. took my daughter from her last month.
I told her that her only real problem was the simple fact that she had no life.

I commented to her on the fact that her womanly attributes
 were very attractive.
She replied that she works for hooters.
A real life I pointed out.
One with self respect for her mind as well.

She said I was cute and knew a lot about woman problems.
I gave her some xanax she thanked me and left.
In parting I told her that some thing bad would happen
if she ever left with a big tipper.

Think of your son and daughter I leaving said.
Before leaving she said that she had never heard such
words and the way that I spoke them until.

Titilation : Bawdy

TIT-ELATION



Cute Cecily worked as a stripper
Men ogled, some helped with her zipper
Huge implants were the star
When she whipped off her bra
She’d lap dance for any big tipper! 

(For Misty with love)

03/24/21

An Inconvenient Mistake of Fact

Al created the algorithm
One late night as Tipper danced with him
The thought came by chance
As they freestyle danced
Initially dubbed "Al Gore Rhythm!"

Darryl

A better gentleman there never was
Kind loving and generous man
Bon vivant and lavish tipper
Articulate, meticulous and dressed to the nines
Phoned his mother every Sunday religiously 
Never a bad thing to say about anyone

It was a Friday after work
Celebrating the end of the week
More exuberant than usual
Spring was in the air
The days were getting longer
And the breeze warmer

He loved life till the very last minute
When it wasn’t baseball
It was Texas Hold’em
Then that fateful Friday afternoon he said
‘Tell my family I love them’
Just like that

We buried him on St.Patrick’s Day
It was a beautiful sunny afternoon
I’ll never forget that one final glance
That one lone sentinel by his grave
Standing guard
Up on that hill against the setting sun
A fitting tribute honouring
A man who had lived and loved
Every blessed day of his life



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on February 4, 2018

Before the Death Rattle

Once rice plants in golden
frocks danced on my lap. 
And I was proud.

Now the weeds dry my
veins.

Once reapers, bending like
the sickles, lulled me with
their bucolic songs. And I
 snoozed under the paddy
 fragrance.

Now I wake up frightened
by the ‘profit – talks’.

Once the ecstatic moon
rose above the rhythms of 
the night. Moonlight was so
charming with some
 magnetic eyes. And I held 
my chest as a stage for your
dancers and singers.

Now your nostalgia is
twined around me.

Once the monsoon hid me
deep under the water – 
fishes and frogs enjoyed
their carnival. And I was 
tickled by the floating 
canoes.

Now an architect stares at
me. A tipper lorry vomits
the sand and stones on my
face. I die leaving a furrow 
in your mind.


[First published in Off the Coast, US]

Things Gone Missing

There once was a flexible stripper
got her nipple caught in a zipper
the fabric flexed
but she was vexed
It got sawed off in the gripper

There once a one-nippled stripper
she lost her nip in a zipper
but she’s still healthy
and now she’s wealthy
‘cause a one-handed fan’s a big tipper

There once was a one handed guy
who saw a loose nipple go by
at the Bada BIng
shoulda heard him sing
he caught the next one on the fly

Now the one-nippled stripper has money
Now the one-handed guy has a honey
you never know
how life will go
You might not miss what you lose ain’t it funny?

Some Days Are Diamonds

Some days are diamonds, some days are stone
Words from a John Denver song
It definitely applies to real life situations
A lot of things can surely go wrong

They say it depends on which side of the bed
You get up on and slip into your slippers
Sounds to me like a lot of whoola boola
You alone are the scale tipper

Can hear you now, “another rah rah poem”
Wake up happy, diddly doo!
Sure works for me and I'm nothing special
Why wouldn't it work for you

It's a dirty job but somebody's gotta do it
Gonna keep sending them out to you
Feel I was destined to spread the good word
To turn skies from grey to blue


© Jack Ellison 2013

Limerick: Once a Miser Lost Hoard of Halfpence

Limerick : Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence

Once a Miser lost hoard of halfpence
Looked high and low and over the fence
When at last he found it
It wasn’t worth his spit
Ha’penny tipper got his comeuppance

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013

It Never Ends

Water, water everywhere
And all the dishes in sink.
Mud tracks smeared everywhere
Wiped away to return in a wink.

Food, food so much to make
Breakfast, lunch, supper.
Just diet, for God’s sake
Plus, you’re such a lousy tipper.

Heaps and heaps in the hamper
Sweaters, hoodies and jeans.
Every day it’s a damper
Walking into these monstrous scenes.

Inspired by the "ruined" first line of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.

Stripper Called Tipper

There was a stripper called Tipper
Who trapped his tool in his zipper
Caught his nuts in the teeth
And shredded the skin beneath
They now call him Jack the ripper

Ted Tipper the Male Stripper

There once was a stripper named Tipper
who used tape instead of the snipper.
Duck tape was his friend
When he did a back bend
But his pec’s still popped his side zipper.

Once while topless he pranced cross the floor
On each nipple a tassle he wore
Round they did twirl
Just like the girls
Ole Ted Tipper was never a bore.

Cross the stage he would scoot
In his red "do me" boots
long locks on his head
of real pretty red
and he'd bring in a whole LOTTA loot!

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