He sure was naive, that Tommy O'Rourke
He didn't know gin was what he'd uncorked
He took a long swig
His girl danced a jig
Just nine months 'till the visit from the stork
Categories:
uncorked, baby, drink, girlfriend,
Form: Limerick
Prince Andrew in the press is tried, but he denied
both far and wide, as Duke of York (soon Earl?),
a train of thought upon the side,
a rain of sweat upon a girl.
Please, cork that Duke before I swirl!
Submitted 12/4/2019
Five Word Challenge Poetry Contest by Beth Evans
Categories:
uncorked, celebrity, child abuse, england,
Form: Quintain (English)
Upon entering the dining car
on the Oriental Express Train
to the Far East,
I tried to remove the wine bottle cork
with a knife; severed an artery, and died.
Categories:
uncorked, wine,
Form: Tanka
I'll never meet Cronkite,
Monroe, Garbo, Einstein, Epstein,
Bogart, Newman,Truman, but
wish I knew what they knew,
known?
wished I'd known,
tenses and I pretend I know them
but
I haven't got a clue as if you
the last of yesterday
know or knew them too.
All the famous folk
they're gone into that sepia
we see in faded photographs,
no one here today to match them,
I
watch them play on Pathe,
inflight movies on the Cathay
line
even after all this time
they still shine bright
for me
Categories:
uncorked, loss,
Form: Rhyme
He’s crazy as a corkscrew
Twisted ...
driven to mess with you
Uncorked
Let the jinn out,
and watch the mischievous things he do
This raving lunatic
loves to mentally moon you
He will drop his social pants,
drop the civil pretense
Impolite are his words and finger gestures,
so please make sure you hide the women and children
Keep them safely out of his view
Because he can get
Frankenstein missing-one-neck-bolt on you
Uncorked
He’s spitting the casket taste
with every tobacco chew
Slime-ing the furniture everywhere
He’s drinking in the madness
descending down like Mountain Dew
Just beware
when he gets that blank, flat soda look in his eye
Trust me, you don’t wanna know why
When the sharp objects start flying,
when you hear a lot of screaming and crying
Know for sure that bottle of bizarre
has been uncorked
And madness now flows in the air unchecked
Would you like to meet this man,
if you haven’t met him yet?
Then take a walk thru the tombs and greet him
If so, then you’re crazier than he is,
I suspect
Categories:
uncorked, humor, mental illness, satire,
Form: Rhyme
Some words are conveyed
With the sweetness of honey
Fresh from the comb;
But on occasion,
That same vessel launches dialog
Toting the sting of African Bees,
At swarm time;
These unconstrained words
Are dispatched to slay,
Or bruise the spirit of another;
For what man's heart conjures up,
His tongue, seizing the instant,
Will usually deliver;
Categories:
uncorked, introspection, people,
Form: Free verse