It's raining, pouring cats and dogs
Do I care, no let it rain frogs
Happy as Larry
Today I marry
Down the aisle in my bridle togs.
Even if the sun fails to shine
This day is for me and for mine
What'er the weather
We get together
All's in for a magical time.
Cats sweetly meow and they purr
Dogs bark very loud to concur
So in the rainfall
You will hear their call
Getting soaking wet through their fur.
So let cats and dogs have their fun
Let them out when rain has begun
Splashing in puddles
Expecting cuddles
Sorry cats and dogs, that’s not on.
Could not help it as they yelp it..
What happens.. to all those vlogs & blogs
Twits gambits titbits.. s**t squits just flogs
Winces... pretend princes kisses.. not frogs
No jogs linen togs greedy seedy needy hogs
Tramping and stamping in glamping clogs
Annoying and as cloying as Yanks egg nogs
Just one of mean Dubai AI lie machine cogs
Gloating just floating logs in boating bogs
Raves as Knaves or Slaves sent to the dogs
Toying & deploying tanks on the gollywogs
Agog synagogues trogs slogs..Persian sprogs..
Leave it all behind. There’s no room for your baggage,
but your togs, towel and the factor 50 promise.
Sail the roads west.
Teenage freedom is in the bottom of the lidl bag,
clung by ice-creamed fingers, up the grassy dunes.
In summer’s kindly kiss. A freckled pretty face.
The Brave’s charge into the cold. In the flirtatious slide tackles.
These easy feelings. Is there a hidden weight
to the sandy socks, to all our fate’s?
Remember friend, when grey tides are high
The blues and hues of Enniscrone’s sky.
Where sand is soft and the world might yet rhyme.
Maybe there you’ll realise.
doodle
poodle
beagle
regal ?
pointer
join her?
bulldog
bullfrog?
bird-dog
wears togs?
shepherd
peppered?
robust
adjust?
perfect
pet picked
you bet
asset
We found a female rat terrier/chihuahua mix, six years old. We have her on trial for two weeks to see if she will fit.
emerald green togs
choir of birds singing preludes...
nature's bridal morn
Nature in Spring Themed Haiku Poetry Contest
Haiku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date: 01-04-2022
Syllable Count: howmany syllables.com
Every age
is a nursery for afterthoughts.
I am a wardrobe for naked shelves,
naked hips and joints,
naked space. Behind me
old clothes slung on a chair,
nylon clouds, woolen hills
all only partly filled,
partly lived in.
I call them ‘togs.’
my togs once used to dance
around gyrating girls
on floors that gleamed shiny
as new spun silk,
but that was when togs
were a statement of a younger,
more fake me.
Now my togs
are wrap arounds and comforting,
or just a little too tight
to accompany me
to the green shod park
where the wind flounced trees
swirl in their summer dresses,
both full-figured and slender.
Arboreal moments like this
help me ponder
on what afterthought to wear
tomorrow.
Said Bashful Billy
To this pretty young filly
"Can I give you a peck on the cheek?"
Said the pretty filly
To Bashful Billy
"Yes, but first there's something I seek!"
Well, Bashful Billy
Really had no clue
What this filly was asking him for
So he whipped out a frog
From his colourful togs
Said, "If that's not enough, I have more!"
"No! No! Silly Billy!
That's not what I mean
Want you to do magic tricks for me!"
"It is told you can bake
A great Birthday Cake
While balancing a hot cup of tea!"
"Well, yes if you wish
So then may I kiss
The tender young cheek that I yearn?"
"Well, not quite so fast
There's a thing I must ask
That you teach me a trick I may learn!"
Well Billy agreed
To teach this young filly
A trick that he knew she would love
With a wave and a shake
Of his magical cape
A pink cloud came down from above
Although they were hidden
You knew she was smitten
Bashful Billy had won her young heart
Riding into the sunset
With love a sure bet
You knew they would never part!
Hear the muttered snivel of our kids
Puked away to gloom, twinge and disease
Wrecked by creeds
To fulfill an antique mores
Whose ruin is beyond scientific darn
See the boulevards and the creeks
Before sight are male Mal-nourished toddlers
In rag togs, blistered feet, beseeching alms
And ingesting the remnants
From the poorest buffet
They toil in tackle capacity
Inversely allied to their weight
From sun rise to sunset
To earn much less than you
See the boulevards
How they stir; bunched
On the trot to any kind of dub
To good and to evil
Death becomes a familiar friend
At first light and at dark
From toil, food, water and sleep
Such a despicable way of live
But then the espoused antique mores, woes
Regenerated by ills of the society
To the blanketed vision of the moneyed
To plunge empathy and impious reliance of all
Can this be our way of life?
Trouncing fortunes to antique mores?
Reticence to rascality?
And nationhood to meanness?
I lie here in the prairie wind
Covered by grass that has no end
Just a pheasant seeking shelter
From a world that's helter skelter
'Tis the season of guns and dogs
And grown up men in camo togs
I stay as still as I can lie
In hopes the world will pass me by
I hear a gun and words out loud
Announce a kill in words so proud
I see them turn the other way
And I will live another day
This land is mine, I know it well
And men with dogs can burn in hell
2-1-2017
My mother wore a duster
(Or a housedress) ‘round the house,
Which was once the garb of women
(Even lacking kids or spouse).
It was likely made of cotton
In a shift-style meant for ease,
Much more comfortable for housework
Than a pair of dungarees.
I’m not sure if stores still sell them
But the reasoning was right,
For when I’m at home I’m wearing
Clothes the opposite of tight.
They may be quite old and baggy
But they’re just the togs for me
Since the most important rule of home
Is comfort is the key.
Said Bashful Billy
To this pretty young filly
"Can I give you a peck on the cheek?"
Said the pretty filly
To Bashful Billy
"Yes, but first there's something I seek!"
Well, Bashful Billy
Really had no clue
What this filly was asking Billy for
So he whipped out a frog
From his colourful togs
Said, "If that's not enough, I have more!"
"No! No! Silly Billy!
That's not what I mean
Want you to do magic tricks for me!"
"It is told you can bake
A great Birthday Cake
While balancing a hot cup of tea!"
"Well, yes if you wish
So then may I kiss
The tender young cheek that I yearn?"
"Well, not quite so fast
There's a thing I must ask
That you teach me a trick I may learn!"
Well Billy agreed
To teach this young filly
A trick that he knew she would love
With a wave and a shake
Of his magical cape
A pink cloud came down from above
Although they were hidden
You knew she was smitten
Bashful Billy had won her young heart
Riding into the sunset
With love a sure bet
You knew they would never part!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I feel at liberty having you here,
Sitting unassumingly,
In the corner of my lounge.
Free to cavort naked as my mother bore me,
While you remain firm and sure,
Spurning your chances to,
Remark upon my togs.
Your bare coat at no time results,
In you objecting, should I open a window or two?
You never shudder or tremble.
Sometimes I hear you brush,
Tacitly, against my restful sage lounge walls.
Never do you interrupt as I prattle,
On and on and on and on,
About frivolous issues.
I furnish you with drink,
As you, tender the finishing touches to my parlour.
Said Bashful Billy
To this pretty filly
"Can I give you a peck on the cheek?"
Said the pretty filly
To Bashful Billy
"Yes, but first there's something I seek!"
Well, Bashful Billy
Really had no clue
What this young filly was asking for
So he whipped out a frog
From his colourful togs
Said, "If that's not enough, I have more!"
"No! No! Silly Billy!
That's not what I mean
I want you to do magic for me!"
"It is told you can bake
A great Birthday Cake
While balancing a cup of hot tea!"
"Well, yes if you wish
So then may I kiss
The tender young cheek that I yearn?"
"Well, not quite so fast
There's a thing I must ask
That you teach me a trick I may learn!"
Well Billy agreed
To teach this young filly
A trick he knew she would love
With a wave and a shake
Of his magical cape
A pink cloud came down from above
The two were hidden
The young filly was smitten
Bashful Billy had won her dear heart
He gets all the kissing
He'd always been missing
They're together nevermore to part
© Jack Ellison 2012
Said Bashful Billy
To this pretty filly
"Can I give you a peck on the cheek?"
Said the pretty filly
To Bashful Billy
"Yes, but first there's something I seek!"
Well, Bashful Billy
Really had no clue
What this filly was asking for
So he whipped out a frog
From his colorful togs
Said, "If that's not enough, I have more!"
"No! No! Silly Billy!
That's not what I mean
I want you to do magic for me!"
"It is told you can bake
A great Birthday Cake
While balancing a hot cup of tea!"
"Well, yes if you wish
So then may I kiss
The tender young cheek that I yearn?"
"Well, not quite so fast
There's a thing I must ask
That you teach me a trick I may learn!"
Well Billy agreed
To teach this young filly
A trick he knew she would love
With a wave and a shake
Of his magical cape
A pink cloud came down from above
Although they were hidden
You knew she was smitten
Bashfull Billy had won her young heart
They rode into the sunset
With love a sure bet
You knew they never would part!
Sossled
I wandered as lonely as a dog,
Me pantaloons were full of frogs
Slurping suds while on the grog,
Dog paddling with the ducks,
I thought I knew her lovely face,
Got cuddling with Aunty Grace
mascara was every place,
me swimming togs got stuck,
a rooster crowed up in the church,
cuckoo clock was in reverse,
I could think of nothing worse,
When incest, comes a riding?
18-sep-11
Nancy Jones
Contest Name Make me Laugh
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