Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Never used an umbrella
He dodged raindrops
Like a criminal flees cops
Wiggling like a bowl of jello
Held the dance floor, Hanson Biggily,
Smartly dressed, but bowtie wiggily;
Till, well, his belle,
Lest humor swell,
She removed that bowtie giggily.
the mo you wiggle the deeper you sink and realize you are totally not in the realm of movin forward and definitely not moving upward cause the more you wiggle the deeper you sink befo you can wink..fortunately with the brilliant mind that you have that it may not appear as you wiggle and sink and think-how can i turn these events around,where is my high IQ and if i walk upright and straight like i claim i do-where did the wiggle come from? and um thinking maybe i should concentrate cause right now The Mo I Wiggle . . . .
The digits of pi are a squiggle
That never will cease but to wiggle.
It won't stay in place,
No pattern will trace,
It has a continuous giggle.
My limericks are silly and all bout fun
My attempt at putting those nasty blues on the run
I don't take this task lightly
Honoured and quite rightly
To be the one to put a wiggle in your bum
Wiggle those toes, baby girl, wiggle those toes.
It is fun to finally get off those scratchy pantyhose.
She laughs with delight, as the spigot drips like a nose.
Tiny drops of water landing with splashes on her happy toes.
The squirming boy was almost too much
Barber Bill was getting aggravated
Did they always wiggle like this? He wondered
Actually, they did.
The thing is…
Barber Bill’s hands are not steady any more
He probably should not be cutting hair of small boys
But he will continue,
Believing himself much steadier
And younger than he is
Feeling twenty, instead of his sixty-four.
come here quickly said my sister
her voice was two swishes above a whisper
see that fly up there on the east bedroom wall?
he showed me his butt, and it was not small.
I laughed at this craziness, for I did not know
the plotting butt-wiggling fly would soon dart below
He also wiggled his posterior at me, in my face!
It was bubbliciously big, a complete insect disgrace.
How dare you do that, you are harassing me! I said.
I got a flyswatter, determined to make that fly soon dead.
He laughed at my efforts and wiggled his butt again.
It was bigger this time, I swear, not at all thin.
We called in our mother who brought in some spray
But that butt-wiggling fly zipped out the window and got away.
Can you believe how brazen he was? My sister asked me.
I was watching the fly who was buzzing away in the form of a Z.
Giggle, giggle- I thought of somethin'
I want to tickle...her belly button
I'll use my fingers, I'll use my nose
I want to see her...wiggle her toes
Wiggle, wiggle- tickle, tickle
Just want to see my...girlfriend wiggle
It was much too cold underground
so Winnie wriggled her way to the top
where she found it much too hot!
She turned and wiggled back down.
“There’s no place like home!”, she said.
“I like the feel of my cool skin!”
then she winked at me with a grin,
“I think I’ll read a book instead.”
Life,
but thread and thimble
—struggling with the hem
(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)
Jiggling as easy as green Jell-O,
Wiggling in front of a hardy fellow,
I am wearing my fancy pants all yellow.
Dancing my way toward calm and mellow.
Transported to another better place
I shoot myself as a rocket into outer space
If you are coming, please pick up the pace
If not, you, I might have to replace.
Mother nature teleports me into a tree.
I sit looking down on your friend and thee.
You say there is nothing happening, but wait. Wheel!
You seem to like her much better than me!
I am glad to see a new perspective today.
I am now going to disappear, going away.
It should not make you sad or feel gray.
This gives you an opportunity to play.
Jiggling and wiggling my way to the truth
Was better for you and your new friend Ruth.
It was better for me; I guess I’ll have some Vermouth
This opens my eyes; I feel I am a say-sooth.
Let’s both be true, and call it like it is.
What we had is over, gone up in fizz.
Now you are happy, and so am I.
No one is to blame and this is good-bye.
I was walking through my garden
Spraying water on my plants
I took a few drops from my water can
And I had given it to some ants
They took their sips...
And they wet their lips
That were dried out from the sun
Then they all did flips...
And they wiggled their hips
And they ran away one-by-one
seasoning the earth
all the gods are cannibals
a self serving spin
My limericks are silly and all in fun
My attempt to put those nasty blues on the run
I don't take this task lightly
Honoured and quite rightly
To be the one to put a wiggle in your bum
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