There was this old fellow from Princeton
Whose Dodge Ram did throw a piston
With the engine bloc shot
He ran home at a trot
And switched to a Chevy in an instant
A new bride decided to cook
first time, but she trusted to luck.
Her spiced curry buns
gave hubby the runs;
next time, use a recipe book!
She's the hottest girl I've ever had
Wet head to toe and scantily clad
I felt flames of desire
But I put out her fire
That's what my Mom said about my Dad
Guess acorns don't fall far from the tree
She explained why when talking to me
You're a really nice guy
And you gave it a try
But it takes more time than one...two...THREE
Bertie the Turkey made a getaway
And got down on his knees for thanks to say
Bertie knew that his fate
Was to be on a plate
Being gobbled up on Thanksgiving Day.
Bertie couldn’t get up on his legs again
He was old and his knees were causing pain
His language became fowl
He threw in the towel
For the Turkey trot had all been in vain.
the sly old fox lies
for he is but a sly old fox
...swallowing the truth
John T. Lawless
©4/25/2023
CAT AND DOG TROT
dogs and cats walking
down coveted walks up stairs
dog is chasing cat
4/11/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©
HAIKU
My random words from Day of the Jackal were:
and chacal thought started Valmy
Le Chacal started out one day,
and thought he'd made his way to France -
he asked the way to Valmy, but
they only taught him how to dance.
written 28th for Caren's Mystery Word contest
moaning moon munched
by taunted tongue -
gaunt gloom thrust
felon fate flung -
leered lanky lurch
shunned sassy verge
met tuning tree
crumbling crescendos' spree
porous path's plea
saucy swing strapped
tamed tactic trance
dribbling dark dance
shrewd shaver tossed
trailing snoop's trot.
'20:04:24:19:32
Note: Of plagued picture.
J-ogging thrice a week
E-nhances your heart's wellness,
E-ven your mind's health.
Topic: Birthday of Jomel E. Echon (February 27)
Form: Haikustic
Us guys are generally overweight... Asians are not
How come! What's their secret. What is their plot
A revolutionary new pill
Or the power of will
Whatever the reason, I'm extremely hot to trot
Irish, Cherokee and Aries...
Well they say look out he's
On the war path again
I dare you to dare me to see
Who can out drink who when
It comes to whiskey, I dare
You to dare me to make it
Rain, you’ll need an ark or
A jet plane, I guess I'm just
That HOT TO TROT without little
Effort on my part yeah well
I guess I just have the luck
Of the four leaf clover 'cuz my
Bow and arrow never misses
Even over my shoulder or in
The black ink dark, I guess I'm
Just a little HOT TO TROT or at
Least I got the trophies to
Prove it whether or not it has
Anything to do with the heart
And I don't care how far I have
To travel to reach the other
End of the rainbow that damn
Leprechaun’s mine and once
I have his pot of gold I will
Hang his scalp in my teepee
For generations to see, there’s
No holding back a wild spirit
Fanning flames of fire from the
High Mountain winds...
Well they say look out, look out
He is on the war path
Again...
HOT TO TROT...little or nothing
To do with the heart. With little
Effort on his part just hot, Hot
TO TROT!
Though I'll tell you what you want to hear
I'm not a prophet or a seer
My lies tap dance upon your soul
As your Cinderella dreams unfold
******** woven to the letter
Assuring you there's no one better
Than me, to fulfill your need
Your virgin ears begin to bleed
One more drink we do the dance
Another ruse into your pants
Crafted words depth with skill
Now closing fast in for the kill
It's always just about my pleasure
Silk smooth lines cut to the measure
Crystal clear what was my aim
Reflecting on your walk of shame
I find summer in your hair,
Your eyes emerald oceans
More vast than I could ever grasp.
And here I am handing you something to stir with
As I rumble with your every word.
You are silly, let's get that out of the way.
And yet you reign magnificent,
Like a queen from the clouds,
At-chance choosing me as yours.
The music of your voice,
The song in your face.
I am thrown into compliant adoration
To the wonders of your heart.
And I'm not being gushy, I'm being sincere.
You're it, baby.
You're hot-to-trot.
In debonair, burnt-orange, fur cloak
You trot your preened tail in front of the men folk
Nose pointed skyward prowling for a free dinner after dark
Your prickly ears snare every sensual bark
Squinty eyes reflect the sleekest of movements
With soft, silky prance; you parade your flossy accoutrements
Until spotting a virile, unsuspecting suitor
Your animalistic hunger will your wary maven tame and tutor
Forthwith, wrapping your seductive paws around every seamless border
Your fawning tongue feasts on every truant part in short order
Then dragging the drained prey back to your temporal den
Smacking your satiated lips you howl and grin
GRANDMA TROT
THIS IS HOW MY GRANDMA
MAKE’S IT UP THE STAIRS
SHE DOES THE GRANDMA TROT
AND THEN PUSHES THE WALMART CART
SHE GOES THROUGH DAY BY DAY
MAKING HER WAY
GETTING UP AND DRESSING
DOING THE GRANDMA TROT
SHE GOES BACK UP THOSE STAIRS
SHE HAS FRIENDS AND FAMILY
WITH HER GRAND KIDS
SHE DANCES THE TROT
SHE JUST DOESN’T STOP
BUT SHE DOES TAKE A BREAK
AT MC DONALD
SHE LOVES TO EAT THERE
HER CHILDERN AND GRAND KIDS
DRINK WATER ON THE ROCKS
PUTTING ON THEIR SOCKS
LET’S DO THE
GRANDMA TROT
BY; SHAWN JONES 12/05/08
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