Wiggled Poems | Examples

rainbow zebra

rainbow zebra was outrageously out
he pranced and wiggled his tail about
proud of his quirky ways and his unique design
a quintessential artist; I am glad he is mine.

Betty's Ready

Archie Arbuckle yearned to sample 

Betty's breasts that were more than ample

He flinched when he saw 'em

Then pinched 'em and pawed 'em 

Oh my! What a lovely example 


She giggled, cuz it tickled his lust 

As he wiggled and jiggled her bust 

His affection won't lie

It stood up and said "Hi"

I'll take one for the team, if I must

Smiles Of Childhood Days

A sudden drizzle gushed along the street,
That I wiggled out , romping and playing 
In my cotton jumpshirt as summer cooled,
To allow a downpour of monsoon rain.

Swerving through puddles  where  debris
Gathered around little tots'  feet, 
Our lithe bodies slip-skidded, glided
On a roller-coaster ride of muddy  suds... what fun!

Then, I picked dingy ferns coiled  by reeds,
Merrily smiling past waters, unclear…
Till Mom and Dad yelled "kids , clean up...” 
O youth's  play of bubble-pop made us blush.

Then soft winds crooned among the trees
Where  only spellbound laughter can recall
This whimsical atmosphere:  A time to reel, 
To cherish the frolic in heat of summer days
Which spangled my childhood sprees aloft!

utmost Sassiest Chicks

Three of the utmost sassiest chicks I ever did see
Were Bluey, Red, and the notoriously cutey Blondie
They wiggled their tail feathers, causing rooster to turn red.
He was their embarrassed daddy, this big guy, named Fred.

Why do you act like such harlots, I asked them one day
We like to tease the other roosters; it is our way to play
They never settled down, stayed single all of their lives.
A good thing probably, they would have made terrible wives.

A Perfect Murder

I stabbed 
straight into her heart
then wiggled the knife,
twisted and turned.
The blood oozed out
covering the blade and
my hand in scarlet red.

She gave a blood-curdling 
shriek and moaned.
She looked at me with sheer terror,
There was a crazy look 
in my inflamed eyes
My chest was all puffed up
and heaving badly
My body trembling with pent-up rage
I gave her a vile sneer;

And then…
She could hold it back no longer
and burst out laughing
When she saw 
the retractable toy knife
and a couple of ketchup pouches 
in my hand.

Identity

This is a sad tale, 
of eight year old Jake,
who because of parental  pressure
Identified as a grass Snake.

Each and every school morning, 
during the five day week,
he would slither along all in green, 
never using his two feet.

On Monday he wiggled at six 
to arrive at school by nine,
by the school bell, late again !
Mum says hes a late snake, so its fine.

In class he causes disruption,
amongst the identified; foxes and cats,
as his sneaky slithering about the desks,
upsets and scares all the mice and rats.


Wise children; they dont panic at all,
they identify as humans you see,
each one studies and learns so well,
not falling for this fairy tale, woke reality.

So before you take away you childrens soul,
remember how your parents directed you,
to be honest, a well beahaved human child,
not a flight of fancy zoo type; in the wild.


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wee willy waldorf

Willy Wee Walldorf warbled wonderfully
We watched Willy’s whacky warbling, willingly
Waketa Wobblemaster wiggled wondrously
While weird Wormy Wishman watched wistfully.

Santa Gets Stuck In The Chimney Limerick

Santa got stuck in a narrow long chimney.
Struggled, wiggled for hours to get himself free!
He let out a Loud blast!
Landed on his Big Ass!
His reindeer were laughing Hysterically!


Michael Tor

Ode To The Snake

wiry wily 
snakily snake
like a load of spaghetti
all coily not straight

roundy and writhy 
curly with flow
like stringy all knotty
and cotton to sew

a scribble of dribble
all longy in length
and bendy and turny
beginning to end

spirally spiralled 
wriggly and roll
wiggled and wavy
like a zigzaggy pole

snakey and snakile
like an old twisty loop
sinewed and mazy 
or ouroboros hoop

so anyway a snake
a snake anyway
did I mention a snake
I think I did say

Change is Nature’s Delight

Old Man Winter grumbled and frowned, 
Said, "Spring's taking way too long to come 'round!" 
But a robin, so bold, chirped up from a tree,
"Relax, grumpy Gus, change is the key!”

Flowers peeked out, with a shy little smile, 
Said, "Winter, don't fret, we'll be here a while!" 
The grumpy old man, with a huff and a puff, 
Melted away in a sunshiny fluff.

Caterpillars wiggled, "We're tired of this crawl, 
Time to transform, and answer the call!" 
They spun silken cocoons, hung high in the breeze, 
And emerged as butterflies, flitting with ease.

Rivers they rushed, with a gurgling glee, 
Carving new paths, to the welcoming sea. 
The mountains stood tall, with a wisdom untold, 
Whispered, "Change is the story, both young and old.”

The sun dipped low, with a fiery goodbye, 
But promised to rise, with a brand new sky. 
The stars winked and twinkled, then faded from sight, 
Knowing the dawn brings a beautiful light.

Change, it isn't scary, it's nature's delight, 
A constant refreshing, both day and night. 
So shed what you must let go of the past, 
Embrace the new season, that's here to outlast!

Befuddled

She wiggled and jiggled and giggled in bed

It fiddled and faddled and rattled her head

But she wiggled so much that she fell to the floor

And wiggled and jiggled and giggled some more

He muddled befuddled and scuttled around 

Till he bumbled and stumbled and fell to the ground 

Still he muddled befuddled just like before 

And scuttled befuddled through his front door

Tired

He thinks he killed me.
So he rolled me up in a rug.
I thought I died too but then I wiggled my toes.
Rugs are bristly and hot, so I felt that too.
When I try to unfurl, I just get wrapped tighter.
Until I relax and fall asleep.
I always wake up from that nightmare,
But I’m lying on the floor from passing out.
They are worried but it’s just a dream, I say.
I’m tired, so I close my eyes again.
To get a little more sleep.

be afraid very afraid

They saw me in the pet store window
They looked friendly enough
I wiggled and waggled and showed them my stuff
Let’s get that puppy! The man said

I wanted a different kind said the wife
The husband looked sad.
Okay, she agreed.
I walked into their home behind them

An older dog was there dressed as a chicken
Another dog was wearing an alligator costume
Run! Said one
Be afraid, very afraid, said the other.

Ascent of a Church Mouse

In a church where hymns soar high and free,
A mouse embarked on a daring spree,
Up the stockinged leg, it did dare,
Past the congregation's wide-eyed stare.

The preacher's wife felt a tickle, then a squirm,
Her face turned red, as it rounded a turn,
She jiggled and wiggled trying not to shout,
As the mouse explored, in and out, and about.

"Dear Lord," she prayed, "keep my composure tight,"
While the mouse ascended in silent flight,
A sermon on chastity, unintended yet wise,
Unfolds with a mouse, in disguise.

The congregation gasped, chuckled, then roared,
As the mouse's adventure became church folklore,
A tale of a climb, so bold and so high,
A mouse and a lady, under God's watchful eye.

Magical

Written: November 11, 2023
"Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes". Quote by Vincent Van Gogh

Fragmented form created by Poetess Constance la France

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                        A breeze kissed trees, laying in a bucolic trance,
            Whilst a sunny curtain hived from prying eyes.
Praising comely love, sparrows spurred stance,
In a cynosure spotlight of vivid crimson skies.
                        Leaves rustled and wiggled in a dulcet tone,
An elixir, as magical as jade rolls, is shown.
The lake sighed as he saw him flush alone,
      Swans scantly snuffed the spur to stare.
            As they hear the news, the skies are aware,
                        Happiness spilled in furtive floods of dare.
Fetching flowers fiercely feast with a glance,
            Soothing the forlorn grass as it flops in size.
      For them, butterflies burst busily into the zone,
            To quell their anguish, blot out the blare.

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