Whack Poems | Examples

Nick Knack Paddy Whack

Paddy was a hit man
for the Irish Mob
hired to be slick
and do a whack job
but he didn't have the knack
or know the trick
without being caught
and put in the nick
behind bars
but not the sort one might think
where a few jars
may be bought and he did so love a drink
more than one too many
was his undoing
the cause of all
the troubles brewing
and with only one hit
it's really no wonder
he was fired from the gang
for a drunken blunder
as he couldn't quit the whiskey
be it bottle or a flagon
and ended up inside
not on the wagon

A whack a doodle day

When things aren't going quite your way,
just hang in there and don't dismay..
It just might be a whack a doodle day..
Every body has them.
It may be your time.
Don't let it disturb your peace of mind..
Whack a doodle days may come 
but they go.
It's all in a person's perspective bro..
Will you paddle thru it or need a tow?

Whack and Wallop

Wham! That music is dainty.
But the bass drum gives it a kick.
Such tympanic contrast.
A tasteful tune with a rap,
such a whack, such a wallop.

Memory can tease, torture,
create that tasteful tune
while dredging up a thought
of something better not called back,
to avoid such a whack, such a wallop.


(29 Dec 2023)

A Quit Notice

His quit notice hung with a tack
Bears his landlord’s wish that he pack:
Disappear with his threadbare sack
And not leave behind his rack;
Both now strapped on his confused back,
His famous peace pierced with this hack!
No comforting whisky from a just left shack,
His belongings bespeaking his lack,
His dragging feet his customary slack,
As he keeps weighing a night at Hotel De Jack
Run by Abusive Jack,
Sometimes in a hurry worth a whack!

Whack a Mole

behold i’m a troll
     being an imposter my goal
           besides i’ve no role 
 behind these screens rots my soul
      beating back into my hole 

Dedicated to the coward/s that tried 
to sabotage Edward Ibeh’s ‘(this or
that) contest. 
               

 By David Kavanagh

Ancestry Whack-A-Mole

genealogy

family tree treasure hunt—

come to your census





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12/9/2019

Mask

Enclave or enormous but pretty king mask 
Brick per brick Rome's whack on an iron task

A shield to that tactful lions roar
His safe I'm saved from an odious boa

En masse we feed and stucked with 'cheese'! 
On a flax we seat, soft like a fleece

See many at our domain, our blue means love
Cheers and welcoming we did, pure like a dove

Fierce sharks and hawks out like safari park 
En bloc we sleep, no careless peep to the dark

Nevertheless, they horse around, we're free from attack
Relief, wow to our mask for the shield attach.

The Rooster Crows At Noon and Other Things Out of Whack

Cackling old hens posing as journalists-
thinking themselves angles of light,
lay poisonous eggs filled with lies 
and gestating hate-
riling against common sense,
and the rooster crows at noon.

Idiots, entrusted with government
destroy our country and way of life-
while the majority just watch 
as the little foxes spoil the grapes-
and the rooster crows at noon.

Tax payers labor in the fields 
and are penalized for success-
while  pompous boars in congress,
slopping at the public trough,
grow fatter on vile swill-
and the rooster crows at noon.

Cats play games with mice
then kill for fun-
our youth play violent
videogames-
and the rooster crows at noon.

Whack:I Mean Wiggade Wigaa -De Whack

what look of love
is shown upon these faces
that eyes can't erase
she be mine
tonight
to make so many more
groovey nights like this
foo reel yo
this lova vow is sealed with a kiss
hardly waitin to hold you
when he has his arms around you
how long should I wait when
I smell his colgne on you
when I kiss yo face and
the look of love
is in yo eye's

Whack Azz Horns, Yo

foo reel dough
dat foo reel yo
how dat feel yo
dat foo reel yo
dim whack azz beets
dos whack azz horns
what foo reel yo
dat's foo reel yo
reely dough! reely dough!

Them Horn Weird and Whack

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I DO KNOW WHY YOU LOVE ME!
I DON'T LOVE YOU!
AND i AINT SAYING SOMETHING TO BREAK YOUR HEART!
I DON'T LIKE YOU!
mR. mUSIC FOOL!
STOP SING MY SONGS!
AND WHO EVER DID THE MELDEY FOR
"lET ME BE YOUR MAN" DID A WHACK-WORK
AND WHY DIDN'T YA'LL USE STARNGS TO HIGH-LIGHT THE
HORNS!
ALL THAT MONEY FOR ARRANGMENTS AND YA'LL STILL CAN'T
GET IT RIGHT!
GROOVE OR GRAVEY CHICO!
GROOVE OR GRAVY!
THAT JUNK IS WHACK<
sWIDELL, DID SANG THE HELL OUTTA" GET-GO" THOUGH
SHE GOT AJUSTABLE REEDS OR SUMTHANG
bABY GOTTA VOICE. HER FREAKFREINDS A ROUND AWAY MALE HUSSY
A CHUMP KIND PUNK. sWIGGS WITH SCANDELOUS CREEPS
AND SPENDS HIS TIME WITH THE PUNKS!
RIGHT THAT CHUMP !

My Last Whack At the Cat

Another happy day says, Happy Old Jack,
My giggles each day, sure add up to a stack
I'm a happy burrito
Filling my beano
With joyous emissions till my last whack at the cat

Whack a Mole

Hail President Whack a Mole
He does it with TREMENDOUS  soul

Whack there National Security Admin Mr Flynn
Lying is one TREMENDOUS sin

Whack a bulls eye on FBI Comey
With all that loyalty baloney

Whack the ole Press Secretary Spicer
Chip Chop like a speed dicer

Whack the Chief of Staff Reince
Little rat leakier to Pence

Whack the little new Chief of Staff
Scaramucci kind of riff raff

I am one of the great presidents of all time
Wac a mole Making America shine

I Want It Bad

Having permission to be mean has me rushing to this scene.  
Trouble is, I don’t want her to see or hear me because then 
she’ll surely fear me.  I can’t let her know how low I’ll go if 
good poem placement doesn’t show.

Should she take my poem to use or abuse, then I’ll give her my 
indignation news!  How dare she treat me with no care and as 
any less than the very best.  

Obviously, she is not conscientiously aware of what my five foot, 
two inch frame can do.  She wouldn’t mess me around if she had 
a clue.  If my anger should stay, even throwing a stick wouldn’t 
make me go away.

I used to write and pace.  Now I pace and think of her face.  
Yepper, she best give me first place.  If she should choose that
I lose, well, then I’ll whack her with my pen.  If I go down, she, 
too, will hit the ground.  She’ll bruise.  I’d rather face disgrace 
than settle for no medal.

I always count syllables and use any means to enhance my rhyme 
schemes.  I do not work so hard for her to poetry-dream-rob.

She’ll know I have power and that I’m no mouse when every 
hour pizza arrives at her house.

Whack

On my way to find a stick
I found a quack with  seven hicks
Each hick had seven hacks
Each hack had seven chicks
Each chick had seven shacks

Shacks, Hicks, hacks, and chicks
How many should I hit with the stick ?

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