There once was a chicken called ‘Polly’,
whose name sounded happy and jolly,
‘til one morning at two,
she crowed, “cock-a-doo,”
now our chook is a rooster called Wally.
Little Wally, the caterpillar, was very sad.
He didn't want to hang out with his dad.
Papa asked, "Why are you so down, son?"
I'm used to you having tons of fun, son.
"I want to be like you; dad; I'm really slow."
" You'll get your wings, and you'll go go!
"Really? You were once like me too?"
"Yes, son, long ago, I was like you too.
"Well, when did the change happen, dad?"
" I spent time in a cave, and I was glad,
The coolest thing was I came out with wings".
"Really? That's how you got those flying things?'
"Yes, and it's going to happen to you too, son."
So cheer up, find your pal Al have some fun.
Wallace “Wally” Cleaver
handsome, well-liked high achiever,
befriended Eddie, so unlike him.
Golly!* Wally wasn’t given to whim!
Eddie Haskell
was a neat, slick, conniving rascal.
With his flattery and pseudo-smiles,
he spiced up the show with his wiles.
Leave It to Beaver
*Wally and other characters use expressions like “Gee whiz,” “Gosh,” and “Golly.”
September 29, 2021
entered in the Clerihew 2 Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
Walls are built
and
walls are breached
over the top
and
underneath.
Monsters mingling
with the innocent
clawing their way in
fingers pointing
like dirty socks in the wind.
Walls will go up
and
walls will crash down.
Walls bloom graffiti
and political clowns.
A symbol of fear and hate?
or dog eared political card.
Most people I know
cage their windows
and fence in their yard.
Is it about protection
or election year gold.
One thing is certain
walls make the heart beat
a little colder.
PaULY WALLY
THERE ONCE was A Carpenter
That fell off his saw sawhorse
Had a wife but she divorced him
Cause of the nails he left in the kitchen
He framed a wall but it fell
Only thing left was the hole in the floor
O how can you tell
Pauly Wally was a carpenter
Whose bed was a wooden accordion door
If someone admits to feeling “peely-wally”
It's a Scottish term meaning unwell and crawly
Just stay tuned
I'm really festooned
With tidbits of stuff both inspiring and laudatory
Polly Wally waddles all day
She's running for office in LA
She wastes time doodling
Enjoys a daily noodling
But she never earns her pay
Polly Wally was once quite a looker
before politics she worked as a hooker
now she dresses with power
doesn't get paid by the hour
now she's aging no man would book her
Wally Weasel Loves to Paint
Wally Weasel loves to paint, and paints himself a lot.
Some paint goes on the canvas, but most of it does not.
Poor Wally, when he’s finished, is a sight that you must see.
He’s a living breathing rainbow from his head down to his knee.
Wally gets excited when he takes his brush in hand.
If you’re smart, you’ll go across the room and there is where you’ll stand.
His brush goes this way, then goes that way, nothing can escape
The splatters. If you stand nearby, you’ll need a plastic cape.
There are eighty-seven pictures, every one is of himself,
There’s a special place he puts them all upon a special shelf.
He likes the color orange, and must buy it by the ton.
His house looks like a tangerine in every room but one.
And in that room you’ll never guess what color’s to be seen.
His tiny little studio is painted bright lime green!
His painting smock’s magenta and has polka dots of red.
Also, there’s a blue beret upon his little head.
Now let us go, let Wally paint. His work has just begun.
Maybe he will show it to us when the picture’s done.
Wally is pretty; he is a boy kitty. He is quite husky and round. And, he makes a loud purring sound; it’s strong and lasts very long. If there was a purring contest, I think he might win as best. He is mostly white with some black on his back. A good color to see him at night; you don’t trip over him when there’s little light.
He loves in his special kitty way; and gives without knowing he is giving. Unlike people, he exists without knowing he is living. Wally is wonderful, without one thought about being anything.
I know Wally will never stray. The door was once left open; he left, but returned before the end of the day. In my bed, he can often be found. He comforts me by merely being around. That’s cat magic! Oh, I almost forget to say; Walter once gave a dog a slap with his paw for growling while sitting on my husband’s lap. What do you think of that?
Wally…my brave kitty cat!
09/12/15
Barbara Campbell
Contest: My Pet
We went on a Lampoon vacation
Drove damn near across our great nation
We found Wally World
The rides made me hurl
(Can’t repeat Wally’s exclamation)
Submitted for: Carolyn’s contest
Wally Gator at Royalty Court
A new friend we’ve met, a neighbor of sort
Climbed up from the pond to sun on the lawn
Neighbors are nice but the line has been drawn
He can rest on the bank; get a tan should he choose
Pose for some pictures; be a poet’s new muse
But he can’t cross the line that we’ve drawn in the sand
Or come up in the yard; at least that is the plan
But you’re welcome to come by and see Wally Gator
Just not as a swimmer or even a wader
But you best get your view from a far distant post
Never three feet – you might not live to boast
When he’s not in sight we’ve just got a hunch
He is lurking nearby just hopping for lunch
Where’s Wally? where’s Wally?
The customers all cried
Where’s Wally? Where’s Wally?
Do you think he’s gone outside
It’s market day, it’s busy
It just shouldn’t be allowed
We’re never going to find him
If he’s out there in the crowd
We know he’s got his glasses
Woolly hat and stripy vest
It’s kind of like a camouflage
He blends in with the rest
Where’s Wally? Where’s Wally?
Wherever can he be
Don’t worry, here’s Wally
He was sitting next to me
The Secret Life of Wally Smitty
By Elton Camp
Wally is as ordinary a fellow as they come
His life, to him, seems dull and hum-drum
But once he gets home from work each day,
It’s to his computer where he loves to play
His picture he will gladly send upon request
He’s tall, handsome, and has hair on his chest
To be a movie star Wally surely looks to be fit
In fact, he has a big resemblance to Brad Pitt
His daily work is, Wally is just so proud to say
In the CIA or some days he is a Green Beret
Although he has to drive an older Kia sedan,
He claims a Corvette because he’s “The Man”
And Wally also asserts that he has money galore
How could any girl he meets ask anything more
But at times his secret life he truly comes to hate
Because it’s so hard to keep his stories straight
Wal-Mart has removed its door greeters,
Replacing them with purchase eyes
Grabbing receipts at exits
Waving them like white flags
Yes, they paid! They paid!
You may pass; thanks!
Do the dance,
Pappy,
lol!
Wally
12 to watch, the number of souls to save
this morning on the globe…above our goals God
soars so fine, so oblique as to hamper all that
follows; He hastens forth this day as moments tick
by our folly; for gathered in the midst of all towering graces are four who know the way –
brethren, but three are
bound to silence this question:
How does he let this pass?
With one deep breath, life will hearken you,
Answer you with ancestral deep regret,
Your offspring’s sterling moments,
Your present second’s lasting debt…
What thought holds the key to decipher such codes
And warnings? What succinct wish pulls all syntax from
Confusion?
Oh, too many nagging questions. Let’s just agree to this:
One day you hold solid mass between your teeth, the next
It lays in splendor at your feet; today it carries you forward
Unto another day, another night, another way of being;
That is law, that is truth,
That is faith unseeing.
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