She would measure the length of her "mini"
by the showing of hairs - none to many
she'd trim them to match
her boyfriends moustache
introduce it to friends as "young Vinnie"
John G. Lawless
5/12/2020
Categories:
vinnie, fashion, humor,
Form: Limerick
The North Pole was all abuzz as only Santa’s Workshop can get.
They were whispering and pointing and throwing a gingerbread fit.
Santa was choosing an aide for his awesome flight on Christmas Eve night.
Sixteen had shown up for the job, one or two not fast or bright.
During a preliminary test run, striped Tiger was fired.
Ruining his chances of ever being hired.
Tiger’s mistake? He ate two favorite elves as a breakfast snack.
Santa Claus told H.R. to let him know he was never welcome back.
A sloth showed up and was given a courtesy pretend interview.
But did not have a chance, for moved as slowly as Santa’s Papa’s shoe.
Now between Vinnie Vampire and Lily, a beautiful Chinese dragon.
Lily could easily balance sleigh, full sack of toys and red wagon.
Mrs. Claus asked, “Was she the pretty one with the scalloped scales?
Fancy gold wings, greenish clothes, rounded horn and pink painted nails?
Christmas Eve Night Lily was entertaining and hilarious too
On Christmas day, she was issued a contract until 2042.
Categories:
vinnie, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
WHISPER SWEET NOTHINGS
Tête-à-tête, lean in close my dear; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Your dewdrop breath, so hot and near; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Lo my cinnamon cheek heats your skin; your tongue like taffy, draws me in.
Delicious things, I want to hear; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Your words like warm honey in tea; draw your tasty lips close to me.
Talk of beauty, seduce me, dear; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
I beg your sexy lips for more; yes, mon cherí, i’m keeping score.
Your voluptuous wine, I cheer; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Vinnie you drive me mad and wild; this heart of mine, you have beguiled.
Listen to dear Jane, with love’s tear; whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
11/13/2017
Contest: Whisper Sweet Nothings
*Names are not real
Tête-à-tête - head to head
Mon cherie - my darling
Categories:
vinnie, romance,
Form: Ghazal
Meanwhile, at the secret clubhouse ....
Detective John McClane: Anyone up for a game of poker?
Dirty Harry: Feel lucky punk?
Detective John McClane: Yippie Ki-Yay mother******
Dirty Harry: Did you just call me a mother*****?
Hans Gruber: I am the only mother***** here.
Sigmund Freud: So tell me Hans, when did you first realize you had these feelings for your mother?
Detective John McClane: Siggy, Siggy, Hansy Boy is a second-rate East German terrorist with a lousy accent, he isn't some twisted, perverted freak.
Andrew "Squiggy" Squiggman (walking in the door): Hello!
Mad Hatter: You’re late.
Andrew "Squiggy" Squiggman: I was on a hot date.
Mad Hatter: You're also a liar.
Mr Kotter: Do you have a note from your mother Mr. Squiggman?
Arnold Horshack: Yes Mr. Squiggman, where for art thou note from thy mother?
Andrew "Squiggy" Squiggman: This is my note.
Mr. Kotter: That isn't a note. That's, that's...
Vinnie Barbarino: Ba-ba-ba-barbarino, Ba-ba-ba-barbarino.
Categories:
vinnie, fantasy,
Form: I do not know?
A poem re: sex.
All I think about
According to her.
Just once in while, ultimately.
It's not all about sex.
I agree.
But it is a part, yeah?
With you it's all the time.
So can we agree it's not that important?
No, it's not.
Good, cause I bounced and balled three young thangs today.
You betrayed me, you cheated, you're the worst ever...
Vinnie Barbarino says
"I'm so confused."
Categories:
vinnie, stress, women,
Form: Verse
At the hour of death
that final breath
was like a gust
of a mighty wind, it
was full of sparkles
like champagne, the bubbles
released all demons
and sorrows the body
harbored in life, then
a Quiet, a Still, as if freed
at last, Peace, and
Vinnie fell back
with arms outstretched
that failed to reach
his waiting wife.
Categories:
vinnie, bereavement,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Day of mourning
for the music world
the red bearded god is slain
upon the stage his blood was spilt
metal will never be the same
a guitar genius
the best there was
his brother Vinnie
sick with loss
no-one else can fill his shoes
he played it all
from rock to blues
Dimebag Darrell
rest in peace
a blacktooth i drink for you
the Hendrix of our generation
live forever like all legends do
Categories:
vinnie, death, loss, music,
Form: Free verse