Memes mined
By Heck
We all whined
All thanks to tech
Should be opined
What the feck
Life is a grind
On others check
Don’t be unkind
Only takes a sec
Clouds silver lined
But crowds have a peck
On weak dined
Even a speck
Don’t be blind
Bullies an emotional wreck
Plays with their mind
Then hit the deck
Should be enshrined
Life can be a trek
We’re all entwined
So on spec
Love should find
Even just a fleck
Good times shined
So wind in your neck
I found 'em on the floor one night:
discarded socks no longer white
(the guy had diarrhoea, that's clear -
no paper left to wipe his rear -
and took the socks right off his feet...)
I guess he'd used the final sheet
of paper on the roll. He whined,
I bet! Then left his socks behind!
IRIS...IRIS
You're a Virus!
I hate your crying
And abhor your whining!
We made a Choo-Choo
You cried blue
When I squeezed your shoulders
To make you bolder!
You whined, "Nooo!"
Halting my show!
IRIS...IRIS...
You're a TYRANT!
I did my best to toughen you up
But, you spilled "all the milk" in your paper cup
When you cried out the single word "No!"
Now, who on earth, would ever know
You boxed me OUT - cold like Tyson
On life's cityscape ring in the world's horizon!
Oh, yes...you did...Iris..Iris!
You SURE did make an Iris..Iris
Out of ME
Forever a tyrant, I shall deem you be....
tip: don’t get sand in your lip gloss
Talking about relationships
I find it irritating when, after three hours of
sweaty club-dancing I ask my boyfriend,
“Want to get a sweet treat?” and he says “no.”
“Come on,” I whined.
I slumped, snorted and stamped my foot like a horse.
but he sat, cow-like, unmooved.
“I’m 22” I declared, lifting my chin in challenge,
“You can’t tell me ‘no.’ NO ONE can tell me no -
sweets are street-legal.”
While I was getting whipped up,
he’d started looking at his phone.
So I ordered ice cream, two scoops,
- one banana pie, and one mango-nut.
with whipped cream, nuts, strawberry bits
chocolate-sprinkles and three cherries.
He practically ate it all.
Let me say it poetically..
I was vexed near complaint
his filching was open
but with his sugared kiss, my wrath did melt,
cured, as was, by that warm piece of service
proving, all haps, love is still the sweetest thing.
.
.
Songs for this:
In These Shoes? by Kirsty MacColl
Meet You At the Moon by Imelda May
My svelte bushy tailed cat, Hamilton, whose praises I laud,
Leapt onto my lap and purred in an agitated manner because,
they knew something had changed, her life altered,
things would not be the same from then on,
cats sense these things at once, they sense what is happening,
and will act at once without the slightest delay,
Hamilton, a character so utterly charming,
as the feline of the species can be,
how many times in the past did she,
whisk away things belonging to me,
and that guilt free smirk so innocent methinks,
why me no I wouldn’t steal and hide your books,
or tear them to shreds just to draw,
attention and dare me to play with her,
the way she crept in that dainty trot whilst on the prowl,
her antics were legion and so were her cat laugh tricks,
but she cast a fix stare and whined so loud,
the taxi outside beeped, hamilton knew I was going away,
It touched me so as I slowly detached from her tense clasp,
I waved to this pet of mine tearfully as she stared from the window
ten things I need if I only get ten choices
and I get stranded on a desert island
1. electricity
2. water
3. food
4. breathable air
5. internet access
6. my phone
7. I-pad
8. TV
9. dog, Buddy
10. dog, Beau
I might have traded number eight for my husband
but then he whined.
I detest whining.
"I know not that of which you speak, though this I can relate;
A restlessness does haunt my soul, a hunger I must sate;
I know I slept with my child's eyes naivety was my bed;
Then I did wake with adult eyes an aching heart embedded"
"The last we knew she journeyed far to seek a worthy mate;
Her longing, calm, melodic voice unsettled Zeus' state;
He sent her forth to prove her voice could conquer one like he;
And seeded lust and longing that she sings so passionately.
So now it's clear why you could raise the fire from her sleep;
For Zeus gave this playful Sprite to Hestia from his seed;
Speak soft our sister's name to her and make a wish entire;
For she must grant her captor that which they do most desire"
And so Euterpe reappeared returned to sister's fold;
The Fire Sprite now danced with glee back in her master's hold;
Our Maid now settled back at home, devoted man by side;
And Hermes whined and sulked with pain his fun and games denied.
Do you want to listen to her chitter chat
Or do you want to listen to her this and that
She has a way of just doing that
She has a way she does the "Chitter Chat"
I remember when she lied about it
One year later she cried and whined about it
She thought about that if she lied
And run away and tried to hide
That I would read her like a "hard-cover book"
And that's just the way that she wanted to look
One year later she cried and ran away
I remember how she whined, anyway
She thought that I would somehow,
not forget about her
She thought she would somehow,
not forget about me
I thought that we would somehow,
not forget about us
I thought that we would somehow,
not forget about we
Do you want to listen to her Chitter Chat"
Or do you want to listen to her- This and that
She has a way of just doing that
I dig the way she does the "Chitter Chat"
**A Bird in the Hand**
From my childhood, I cherish the sweet memory of holding a sparrow in my hands. Its heart raced wildly, igniting my curiosity. Gazing into its small, beady eyes, I couldn't help but smile as it chirped and whined, pleading for freedom.
Yet, in its desperation, it bit down on my thumb, yearning to escape and explore the world. The realization struck me hard.
“Yay! You better let that bird go before it pecks your nose,” warned Nana.
That day marked a turning point; I gently released the little bird, whispering, “Up, up, and away, dear friend. I truly apologize.”
In that moment, I learned the importance of compassion and letting go.
Morey was thrilled because the cheese spa was coming.
The refrigerator made happy sounds, it was fairly humming.
The cheese was melting ahead of time in the microwave.
Morey was the first family member in; he is extremely brave.
This is not only comfortable, but tasty too he told the rest.
There was cheddar, provolone, but he liked the blue cheese best.
He scooted aside for his brothers, and his sister began to wail.
They have the best seats she whined; a complainer without fail.
The year I became seasick
I lived in a bungalow on the edge
of a wilderness moor.
The sky and land
grappled together
for supremacy of my soul,
Inner dogs whined,
my eyes were portholes
where cats watched
the turbulent dance
of garbled mind waves.
I had to leave a wife,
but knew I could not swim,
couldn't drown, nor float.
I stumbled across high wind-woven gorse,
ghosts crying through my hair.
in the end,
the crashing sound of breakers
smashing against cliffs
made me vomit, I staggered
choking still
into a pathless night.
A cloud garden had to
wither and bloom,
toes had to learn to grip
ever shifting sands.
Time whittles,
it sharpens the bones of your throat
until you can consume
the stale and the fresh,
while riding a moon crazed
rocking-horse.
There is nothing to write about she Prue whined
My reaction to this is not keenly kind
What if that sewing box fell on your head?
What if you died of fright, stone-cold and dead?
She looked at me like I was a weirdo or goon
What if six spaceships dropped away from the moon?
Now I’m on a roll and cannot quit
Loving the reaction of this shocked little nitwit
What if a komodo dragon bit your arm?
Her face has turned purple pink with alarm
The what if’s help me write, I say
She has not written one word by the end of the day
though she claims a writer is who she wants to be
Her imagination is stonewalled by herself, her worst enemy
I am a writer she tells everyone who is brand new
I roll my eyes at my delusional cousin, Prue.
In the city of dread,
Lies a haunted, ghostly homestead.
The masonry draped in cascade of red,
Shared a foul, rot & putrid smell as he's dead.
Deeply I endured & tried hard to encroach,
A sigh of relief turned the moment's approach.
A shadow emerged, dark in ambush,
Staring with gleam & hunger in rush.
Erasing the gap, he turned distinct,
His name, a blade, cut my tongue, i think.
The sharp nails he wedged,
At my waist's curved edge.
Through the spines fixed & anchored, we flew up above the range,
Beyond the empty mouth, I swallowed the raw echo in derange.
Blindfolded by those deep eyes, I lost my senses from the ocular socket in the guise,
Deep down, the blood was drowning loud from the sunk spikes.
Splash, Splat! Sound seemed like I whined & moaned,
The body melted, rained down & disowned.
The cage of ribs emptied and broke out,
He took the heart and threw it in doubt.
Santa's problem was Rudolph's crutch.
And, also, Rudolph whined way too much.
We need help pulling the sleigh tonight
Another Reindeer might fix our plight.
An animal rescue said, "we've got
three dogs, ten birds, and an ocelot."
We'll take the dogs and birds and thank you.
Okay, so what should those ten birds do?
Amazing, but they flew pretty good.
Santa said he was betting they would.
Dogs left 'neath trees for children to pet,
and it was named, "The Best Christmas Yet"
Although the weather was quite icy,
Rudolph's broken leg healed nicely.
The chilly breezes of winter,
As I walked by,
A man glanced at me,
And smiled,
It wasn’t creepy,
Nor was it nice,
It slowly disappeared,
Replaced by a look of ice,
The closer he came,
The faster I walked,
Only to be stopped by an unstable rock,
I stumbled and tripped,
Crying out in pain,
Alas, the man caught up before I could get up,
He looked at me with wide eyes,
Whilst I winced in pain,
He pulled my arm forcefully and threw me across his shoulders,
Carried me as I whined in protest,
People around stared blankly like I was a test,
Not bothering to help,
And that is how my story ends.
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