Near my house in the back,
bit lost on a sidetrack,
along the grassy track.
Turned a bit to backtrack,
closer is the right tack,
near my house in the back.
Yet things went out of whack,
more lost was a setback,
along the grassy track.
I put on a soundtrack,
and I thought to kickback,
near my house in the back.
Thought of how'd I attack
then there was a throwback,
along the grassy track.
A song that I playback,
"Get right back" ... [Bleep] (wisecrack)
near my house in the back,
along the grassy track.
Asked to write a poem
about Ancient Greece and Rome
The witty student said he would
but he really didn't know 'em
Not one to be outdone
the wily prof shot back ~
Plus a five-page paper
analyzing your wisecrack
Knick Knack Paddy Whack
Can’t take back a wisecrack
If you wanna be a crackerjack
Earn a greenback from blackjack
Gotta buyback your backpack
Need to blister pack your flapjacks
Evident ebbing of drawbacks
Raises the bar for the sad sacks
The good life, so Kodak
So long as you don’t sidetrack
Selfie people hide in haystacks
Hoarding their golden tie tacks
Shall we ponder how to give back
Go beyond the dusty knickknack
Respect deserves a worthy payback
Not a flimsy whimsy kickback
Society requests a comeback
The crack of dawn
The crack of the bat...
A crack in the pavement
Fall through the cracks...
Crack cocaine
A crack fighter pilot...
A clever wisecrack
That cracked me up...
Crack your knuckles
Jimmy crack corn
Crack a smile
Crack the whip...
To comprehend this little ode
You have to crack the language code
Based on my consulting this year’s almanac
June 30th being the best possible day for a BBQ out back
I sent out invitations to everyone, I didn’t hold back
There was the lumberjack, the nymphomaniac
The humpback, the hunchback and the hypochondriac
The kleptomaniac, the hemophiliac and the insomniac
No reason to leave out the egomaniac and the pyromaniac
Ooops and how could I almost forget our local amnesiac
I proposed a neighbourly exchange of paperback
I asked them all to contribute, call back or at least provide feedback
Eve of June 30th, gotta prepare my shack
Start to clean vigorously with ammoniac
Wash my floors and dust that miscellaneous bric-a-brac
To make room for guests, park my hatchback in the cul-de-sac
Find bowls for every possible sweet and snack
Think of various games including kayak and piggyback
Think I might serve some type of aphrodisiac
Put together a musical playlist of 60’s to 70’s flashback
Get all set for a promising night of banter and wisecrack
I think I’ve thought of everything and I’m right on track
O gotta go… I think I hear the doorbell- must be Jack
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
HRC and You and Me
Bill retired and did ride off into the dust
Return again we always knew he must
With Hillary wo happened to be trusty
Even though great shape not very busty.
Many experiences Hillary had been through
Yet still firm not changing point of view
With voice we heard that was so stern
Said, "Back to White House I shall return."
Has all of the qualities that are essential
For person who likes acting Presidential
Making everyone feel safe and sound
Whenever we will have Hillary around.
Some day too her second term shall expire
And like husband Bill she also did retire
Hoping never again to hear some wisecrack
Made by Bernie about another Super PAC.
What I positively really meant to say
Was, "With HRC it has to be the only way (Not LBJ)
And always know what Bill and Hillary mean
When they start talking about SWEET SIXTEEN.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
When Will Anyone Ever Learn
Have learned while going out on a limb;
We may become suspicious of her or him,
Wondering what next they soon may say;
Separate sand boxes when sexes play.
Mind may have made a cruel wisecrack;
If anyone is black must ride in the back,
And also they could be a person of color,
May be misfits who have become duller.
Each time my heart slowly started to sink,
Boys must wear blue while girls wear pink
Then a green yard by we would walk pass;
Sign said Sailors and Blacks keep off grass.
People were full of much anger and hate;
Each Southern State refused to integrate;
They beat a drum and a guitar did strum;
Black women President would become?
Could hardly bare and was hard to repeat;
Blacks should stay on other side of street;
Only reason women we would love and laud
Have big boobs and awesome beautiful bod.
Love living at home in America here on earth
But to you, for whatever this may be worth
The concept of WASP find it difficult to grasp,
As we become infuriated and start to gasp.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Watched All of My Belongings
Some say of liberalism sure was to smack
Which is what I had said in my wisecrack
There were also other people who said
They think I should have dropped dead.
Lacked any ability of being eloquent
Even said I sounded like an elephant
Budding behavior was unpredictable
That ended up becoming despicable.
After into strange story I further read
As usual, down the path again was lead
By the time I went around the bend
I then did end up being at a dead end.
What can a dead end be deadlier than
Took some time and only a short span
Bare big bosoms had been on my brain
Died because I couldn't stand the strain.
James Humorous As Usual Horn
who should be used
sin seems to be like some sediment
ending up becoming an impediment
in life that will try to hold you back
when you were making a wisecrack
it could be cunning cutting remark
to a forest fire soon sets the spark
a big one and is roaring and raging
as if an animal you could be caging
animals try to walk back and forth
from east to west south and north
at least they are not on a long list
of animals once here now missed
my poem may be quite confusing
a sin when animals are misusing
down long path are we being led
use people as an example instead
james horn
retired veteran
no capitals or punctuation
is the new modern style
These last few years I have witnessed many changes in my being,
Some were expected but others I had no way of foreseeing.
If someone would have said I’d be writing poetry a few years back,
I probably would of laughed and made some silly wisecrack.
But now I’m thankful of the gift I’ve been given and enjoy what I do,
And I am especially grateful for the wonderful friends I’ve made this last year or two.
And Poetry Soup is probably one of the best sites on the internet,
I can honestly say becoming part of this site I have no regrets.
It’s a fun site and all are welcome but please keep it clean,
And now someone is trying to destroy this place, that’s just downright dirty and mean.
There are plenty of sites out there that probably need destroying but give the Soup a break,
It’s just a place for us old foggies to get together and communicate for goodness sake.
Why don’t you take your computer skills and use them for good instead of bad,
Be a non hacker and try starting a new fad.
Most people when they get older truly regret the bad things in life they’ve done,
Destroying someone else’s property is wrong and I can’t imagine that being fun
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