Whee Poems - Poems about Whee

Auntie Whee the absurd arrived, on her hat, a red bird. Her jacket is ever so loud! I knew it meant she is proud. She is not like the others, not the sisters or mothers. Living in New York, and not eating burgers or pork. Don’t let her rub off, I was warned, but I scoffed. Her life looked brilliant...

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persnickety dickety whickety whee the goomeiseters are coming to get you and me I slide down the grass pipe, I stop to give one tiny tee hee they are coming to get us, they’ll snatch us. You’ll see! persnickety dickety whickety way I have come here to play, I cannot be sent away you’ll do what I say; I will hypnotize...

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Don't come around.Stay away from my door. Don't come around.I don't want you no more. Don't come around.I have made a decision. My love's extinct like the passenger pigeon. Don't send me letters because I'll just trash them. Don't send me presents because I'll just smash them. Find someone else who will love and respect you. Someone who wants you and will...

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My future is death I am old I am ready To become part of the fold Welcome back to the flock And recycled swiftly To return to the earth Where things are a mess Trying my best to help sort things out But ecologically we are going to be in dire straits Ruined the Ozone The bees are dead There is no coffee I get recycled again. Can...

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Whee was a girl of sixteen, on the run. Life as she knew it was truly no fun. Dad had died when she was a toddler, not three. Mom was usually passed out in room for one. The checks had stopped coming some time ago. The neighbors called her mother a crack house ‘ho. Whee had reached out once at school...

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