Today's the day Lucky Luke
trades his hat in for a tuque
not sure his fashion choice and flair
will still be a hit with ladies everywhere
Categories:
tuque, fashion, women,
Form: Clerihew
On Snow Shovelling
A foot of snow fell by night
With no let-up in sight.
(“Brrr, it’s cold out there.”)–
A mutt rebounds past my window,
As I contemplate the morning weather,
While sipping my hot cup of coffee.
By the street-lamp’s hazy glow,
I make out my neighbour:
Clad in a scarf, tuque, and parka,
With a winter implement
Grasped in her mitten covered hands,
Bravely confronting the heart attack weather,
And tossing snow over her shoulders,
To clear the driveway from garage to curb
For the mechanical beast to enter
The unplowed street.
She stops and calls to the mutt.
(No doubt, an excuse to catch her breath.)
The dog, tail wagging, rushes to his master;
Who brushes the snow from his fur;
And I venture to guess,—an “Atta-boy!”—
As if the dog had accomplished
Some great endeavour.
But, they both seem to derive pleasure
From the brief encounter.
The Master resumes her shovelling,
And the mutt to his romping,
And I to thinking
While sipping my hot cup of coffee;—
I too will have to face the inclement weather:
Clad in a scarf, tuque, and parka,
And commit to the task of snow shovelling.
Categories:
tuque, humor, snow, weather, winter,
Form: Verse
Humphry Dumphry sat in the hall
Eating a hamburger and things that crawl
A silly old kook
Wearing a tuque
Wee Humphry choking on a dirty big hairball
Categories:
tuque, fun,
Form: Limerick
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Eh? woke up
this Thursday morning
with my finances
shaking the walls
some nice hoser lady
had given me a call
and left a message
right on my phone
she talked
also, very nice and slow
it was all so very proper
Don't Cha, know
she called
and,
mixed it up
like i was
in business
with Al Capone
like it was
a for sure thing
she said
they got my
loonie and my toonie (Canada money)
and they ain't
coming, home
so i scratched
my head
right under my
toque/tuque (cap/sleeping bonnet)
and kissed
a drop of Mickey (375 ml alcohol bottle ) (don't drink yet, lol)
right, into my DOUBLE DOUBLE (Tim Hortons coffee )
and Timbit, my donuts holes
and give
that internet
a Give'r,
of, a cat call
and what the
Kerfuffle! (hell!)
"Hey" I don't know anyone
in Deloraine, Manitoba
western Canada
wow! That's so cold!
Categories:
tuque, corruption, education, giggle, international,
Form: Lyric
bundled in warm clothes
tuque down to my nose
pretty fluffy red mittens
layers at my neck soft as kittens
let the winds howl
and the snow fall
christmas less than a month away
keeping naughty thoughts at bay
counting down the days with glee
putting up the christmas tree
hanging stockings with our names
dreams of fancy toys and games
made a list for santa claus
hoping for a gift decked with four paws
mugs of cocoa with some marshmallows
wrapping presents with big bows
licking spoons with cookie dough
singing christmas carols on the radio
jitterbugs and odds and ends
inviting over family and friends
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS~ 2023
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2021
Posted on December 14, 2018
Categories:
tuque, children, christmas, desire, fun,
Form: Rhyme
tuque and heavy coat
white handknit scarf miles longer
than her mini skirt
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on July 11, 2018
Categories:
tuque, fun, girl, silly, vanity,
Form: Senryu
Have an excellent way to end our current cold snap
I'll buy a tuque and that will be the end of that
A brilliant idea
Hard to believe
How my mind comes up with this amazing crap
Categories:
tuque, confidence,
Form: Limerick
Our town of Newmarket is alive with kooks
Evidence is the number of sillies and spooks
Unusual to be sure
In our brochure
An image of Goofy in a warm wooly tuque
Categories:
tuque, silly,
Form: Limerick
Humphry Dumphry sat in the hall
Eating a hamburger and things that crawl
A silly old kook
Wearing a tuque
Wee Humphry choking on a dirty big hairball
Categories:
tuque, fun,
Form: Limerick
I shall delete my existence says the dead man
No more do I breathe
No more shall I rant
Although often I recant
I shall delete all my poems says the loud hen
No more am I here
I shall disappear
Like a child with tuque over head
I shall rescind my tantrums says the dead man
No more death for me
For it was plainly to sobering to be
Back to pen, oh so hypocritical of me
I shall come back using other names says the Hen
No more logical than the other dead man
I am the judge of the poetic world
The laws must be according to childish wee me
We the little men who bicker and whine
We are united, our immature prettiness shines
The poetic soldier who mocks old ladies
Does he not know tiss he who is insanely crazy?
The crow will squawk his cranky banter
The songbird will fly to a more harmonic tree
The Hen will cluck and twitter and rant
All the McVillians with feathers it seems
Flocking together, oh the birdbrains do scream!
Categories:
tuque, children, hilarious, muse,
Form: Light Verse