Her nickname perhaps should be ‘Whizzy’
She rushes round making me dizzy
Right now, she’s unwell
But asked me to tell
That grim reaper guy that she’s busy
Categories:
whizzy, courage, wife,
Form: Limerick
Saddle steak catering
he bragged of the flavor.
We though he was
a clownish type
of joker who wished to
create an audience for his
product. We found the price
quit steep, and looked odd
for a steak. The center hole
made room for jokes: but
when they tasted it they
swooned to there knees.
i saw the crooner sing spoke
the woman, i heard him whoo.
i knew then what I was about to
taste was something
incredible something
far more then intriguing. The spotlight
shoned on the stranger: who's
performance
would be determined by
his expression to
the flavor.
they Sernaded the
Saddle Steak as King
of all steaks!
Neupert and Bluthner
accompanis an orchestra to
decribe the tenisity of bife!
Mezzo Soprano said of the meal.
Categories:
whizzy, food, music, relationship, sound,
Form: Ballade
A new word whizzed by
just under me nose
It tickled me moustache-hairs
and teased me toes
Amused and amazed
I sputtered alive
but that whizzy new word
bzzzz'ed back to its hive
So I took out me air-horn
which gave me a shiver ~
Put me moustache-hairs
and me toes back in me quiver
September 09, 2021
Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Categories:
whizzy, giggle, nonsense, words,
Form: Rhyme
Why dip when I can sip
Why sleep when I can have a trip
Just a tip for my mind to strip
Just a drip for a bad day to flip
Short gaps between gulps
Long chats between spats
On a whiskey bottle I once read a date
I mistook it for time until I was running late
On a whiskey bottler I once read a name
I drunk it fast as I mistook it for someone else’s claim
Amidst the sleazy and dizzy
It is easy to be in a tizzy
We get silly and flimsy
From whizzy to tipsY
We sink every time we drink
Replete and redline your limit
Categories:
whizzy, abuse, addiction, adventure, dedication,
Form: Lyric
Stray words
In the windy breeze
Now heard
In a gentle squeeze
Soft sounds
In the bamboo pines
Now ground
In stray breezy lines
Sweet strains
In the rustling leaves
Speak plain
In green windy brief
Soft moans
In the tensile twirl
Leaves groan
In the whizzy swirl
Leon Enriquez
17 January 2015
Singapore
Categories:
whizzy, change,
Form: Quatrain