You are the chicken in
My pot pie
You are my pot roast,
You're the most
Your my road kill
What a delicious meal
My tire on my 4X4
Turning my head in circles
Your my AR-15
with a clip fully loaded
Your my horse
without a saddle, Weeeee
Your my boot’s
dressed in sexy leather
Your my rope
you have got me tied up
My sipping whiskery
your look makes me drunk
Your my buck
In hunting season
Laying down with
Your hoofs pointed up
You Are My Country Girl
Categories:
whiskery, fun,
Form: Free verse
You have the hysterical look of mutes
that roar through narrow straws.
I see in your yellow eyes – a Jules Verne winking moon.
Soon that ribbed pink cave will release
another flock of demented coots
hacked from the craw of an ancient macaw.
Soon the whip of your vocal squawks
will pluck my eyes from their trembling stalks.
Maine Coon, part Persian, part whiskery herring,
grimalkin mouser,
I love you not when you sing.
Verne goes to the movies, a flickering French theater
of painted malarkey, where mice threaten to Can-Can.
Buck Rodgers shoots rays of hyperbolic sound
from the open nozzle of your mouth.
Categories:
whiskery, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Coat black with shiny, wet nose,
Whiskery beard, and gleaming eyes of brown,
Peeping out through long eyebrows
With pink, panting tongue and a cheeky grin.
All over black my Sambo was,
With wavy coat, plucked short on top,
A powerful tail just like a whip,
He never was fooled, not missing a trick.
Scottish Terrier, bred from Kennelgarth Great Scot,
Loved us all equally and gave such a lot,
We love him still, though many years since he passed,
He's always with us, minding our backs.
Categories:
whiskery, animals, dedication, devotion, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Him
Some indecent evening you may see a ferret strangler
While he’s baying at the moon
Horse farts seem a little angrier
If they cannot keep in tune
Ponce across the withered lawn
While the first new bindei stings
Bloodshot eyes hung over, mourn
Angels flop without their wings
Don Johnson
POLITICALLY CORRECTED
Ironic is the field of play
Pawns do fall in disarray
Minority groups dictate the word
Intelligence diminished so absurd
Changes made the law they say
Correct political stupid day
Don Johnson
AND YOU THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY?
Sliding down the concrete canyons
Staggering onward evermore
Is the whiskery bloke the Banion
Might just get it at the store
Street kids pelting cricket balls
Swerve to dodge em once or twice
Off the footpath sideswipe walls
Scratch me head dislodge the lice
Frats aplenty in the city …………….
Plonkers sucking green paw paw
Bowels a churning ity bitty
Sucking eggs a haw haw haw………….
Heading homeward slightly frazzled..
With me ferret in his cage
Don’t want any crap or hassle
Feral ferret wants to rage ….Don Johnson
Categories:
whiskery, adventure, confusion, mystery, me,
Form: Rhyme
To: The antics of
all the kittens
I have raised
and loved
Whiskery kitten twitchery
Tiny paw claws so pickery
Kittenish games of trickery
Cute little face's bewitchery
Waving plume tail is twitching
Racing directions are switching
From living room into kitchen
Sure do love a cute little kitten!
Categories:
whiskery, pets, , cute,
Form: I do not know?