whisper manner closed
wild the tone the muse mildly
weening hear the woad
Categories:
woad, poets,
Form: Haiku
Leaders whom we followed
Are very rare, sporadic woad
Who cures by brain stowed
With lots of info like Spode.
Mrs. Jyoti Kumta, a Daniel, rode
Like a strong horse strode
And asked all of us to goad
Upon values, which we towed
Earlier on an unknown road.
Thanks to Jyoti who mowed
Our ignorance and sowed
Seeds of cognition and glowed.
She completely made an abode
In our hearts and not be decode.
Categories:
woad, teacher,
Form: Monorhyme
whisper manner closed
wild the tone the muse mildly
weening hear the woad
Categories:
woad, adventure,
Form: Senryu
Hewwo and Mewwy Cwistmas dearwest Bugsy!
Season's gweetings to you Daffy D!
So gwad you fwew out this way
Bwess my bones, if it ain't Wosemite Sam!
(Pweeze weave your shotgun in the guest womb)
Good gwacious, it's my owed fwiend Porky!
Petunia! You wook absowootly wavishing
Come in and rewax; take a woad off your...
Anyway, the hog is woasting on the wotisser...
I mean the boid is bwowning in the ov...
Wabbit stew is simmerwing on the sto...
Uh, Bugs, Dere's cwunchy cawwots in the pantwee
Daffy, I beweave there's fwesh fwog in the fwidge
Porky, I frew out some weft-overs wast week
Wet me wun out back and check...
And Sammy, twy not to shoot out the wights...
Categories:
woad, funny, holiday,
Form: Light Verse
You people must beweeve it has become a habit
I keep chasing after that squweey wabbit.
Now he has a fwiend who is a big bwack duck.
I twy to catch them both, but without any wuck.
I have my shotgun weady with ammo.
Earwy in the morning I awways go.
However, the squiptwiters never wet me win.
It is awways the same in awe the shows I am in.
I am just wike the coyote chasing that woad wunner.
I awways come up short. Isn’t that a bummer?
Categories:
woad, funny
Form: Rhyme