Wa wa wonk wonk wonkwa
Have I won the Shulzer Prize?
Burping beautiful blue butterflies
Metamorphizing my mind
If only I could turn back time
Yet I can change into a colorful cartoon
I’m such a buffoon
And deep down I know
That when I stop feeling sorry for myself
Only then will I be forgiven for my shortcomings
So, until we meet again ...
“I love you, Mama.”
Wakes with a misaligned fanny
this tale is strange and uncanny
much unscrewiing it seems
with the man of her dreams
Her unfortunate state puts the blame onto Danny
Wont accept bhitch but accept a jolly good bonk
Discuss the size of willy......the wonk
I don't usually swear
or discus private hair
Here's the truth! This bard's not a shonk
Harriet Honey Bunch met Henry at a Honky-Tonk
By accidentally giving back of his neck a tiny bonk
Did you see her flirty, flamboyant ways? Asked Connie Conk
Fine by us said winsome Willie Wonk and decent Donnie Donk
When the sythersizers and the instruments
began to sound they gave voice to
the #:30 minute experience.
" wook-woogia: whoop,wang, wang wang!
) ooh:ah ooh hear the people sing(
"Wonk-wiggle-wigglewhoomp:whoomp(ooh(
)take your time:do what you do(
whoompa-ahwhoompa,wang-wang-wang!
)listen up hear them sing(
....................................................
Po,pous and Arrogant
whoop:whoop:whoop< wonka whoop, whoomp whoomp!
I used to say the 's-word'
even the t-word (turd)
But after quite a long thunk
I've now come up with -- 'Bunk!'
Suddenly I'm the intellectual-type
'cos whenever I have a gripe
I sound just like a policy-wonk
when I articulate, "Oh, Bunk!"
In fact, yesterday my toilet backed up
and though - Shxx! - I couldn't fix it
The toilet spewed out some black junk
at which point, after a short thunk,
I screamed, 'That TURD really STUNK!'
brakka-brakka-brak
Captain America is holding them back!
With a zap, wap, whapp and zappp
He's trying his best not to snap
His shield will clang, kapanng and taaanng
while his body boangs, kapanngs and bwangs
Watch out for the sleeper who walks with a thoom
he'll get Cap with a boom, thwoom and bar-ooom
But our man can outlast the thuds, woofs and crunches
he'll wham them and give them whummpes
Rob Gronkowski, known as 'the Gronk'
A football star chiseled from rock, no 'policy wonk'
At the top of his game, retired at age twenty-nine
A star who saw stars ~ concussed at least nine times
(noitide treah ruoy ekat) meop das a ekam ot tuoba ma I
(eno dah reve I fi) ytilaer fo esnes ym tsol evah I taht eveileb od I
(ti yas ot detnaw tsuj I gnihton sneam siht) sgniht emas eht of edam era su dna esrevinu eht derevocsid yltnecer evah I
(si rieht kcal eht ro) snoitome ym fo ytilaer eht tuoba klat ot ekil yllaer dluow I
(dlrow eht ti si ro) das flesym ekam I od … I
(thgif t’nod I fi raw a yllaer ton) cipot siht no flesym htiw raw egaw I
Wonk uoy od ereht uoy … uoy
(I neht elbasnes erom yluoivbo era uoy) esnesnon ym tsap deunitnoc evah uoy
(sey) em romuh ot emit eht ekat nac uoy
We will imagine that you , the physical phenomena your reading on, and I all have the same words (or is this reality?
When I was a little girl,
I thought the train was sentient
because it cried mournfully
whenever it came near my house.
Wonk! Wonk! Wonk! Wonk!
It bellowed out its melancholy
greeting each afternoon at two
and we conversed in the language
of loneliness.
How I wanted to crawl into
one of those rusty orange
boxes, curl up with the cargo,
most likely cattle on their way
to Amarillo for slaughter.
Knees tucked beneath chin,
arms interlocked around ankles,
rocking rhythmically.
A fetus safely ensconced in an iron womb.
But the train never stopped for me.
Like life and opportunity, it passed us by.
Like my father it was a cold machine,
wholly incapable of feeling.
I ride freely in respite with what this blissful month serves
Like truant in yoga, forgetting all wonga and being wonk
That I may enjoy a long break before November morn
10/11/14 7.58am
--my very first sijo poem
Syllables: 14/16/14
Ninth Place
Contest: October Bliss or November Dreams/Sijo or Sedoka
Judged: 10/5/14
Sponsor: Poetess Andrea Dietrich
*wonga-means money
*wonk- also means someone who works and studies hard
Sons and daughters
Mothers and fathers
Even if it bothers ya
to think about it..
The only person
you're guaranteed to live with
twenty-four seven
is your own self.
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This addendum is only for the form wonks out there.. if you're not a form wonk, please disregard... k, here goes...
Yep, EPIC!!...
(narcissism runs in my family), so sue me ;)
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