In the land of Wonky Woo
big tuxi cat meowed a moo.
By crone spells he chewed cud
He rolled about in sloppy mud.
A squeaky mouse feared no flack
and sprang upon his spotted back
to weave a nest of bouncy moss
show moo cat who was boss.
Grey, tiny forms and wood lice
gnawed his ears with tasty spice.
Why does the trolley
dolly or cart
I choose to use
in every supermart
always have a wonky wobbly wheel
and feel oh so wearing
as if it's about to lose
its marbles or ball bearings?
It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound
and almost dumps
my groceries on the ground
won't go straight
invariably tilts veers
careens or curves
and without a doubt
indubitably gets on my nerves
Wonky grandfather clock you are so much fun to see
Loving it that my father created you just for me.
Your curvy sides make me smile, at least once a day.
Your chimes and bells love to whistle and clink my way.
No one else has such a clock I am pretty sure.
You make me happy, your intentions are pure.
I keep waiting for mice to run up onto you dear clock.
In my mind hearing “hickory dickory dock”.
Waste of heart
waste of life
waste of tears
waste of time
wasted of all
what was mine
crocked thoughts
wonky mind.
Jessica
Wonky is nature's norm!
Our obsession with straightness,
conceived in arrogant innocent bliss,
kowtows to a belief
that adroit straightness
following straight lines,
somehow makes things stronger, smarter,
more eye-pleasing and ever better in the long run.
But entropy knows better than the 'know-alls',
that everything transforms and decays
to maximum disorder in time.
For order and straightness
requires the input of energy
and effort that entropy lusts
to pull down, bend, twist and topple.
Being simply, wonky simple is a start!
Light beams at dawn, are one of the
rare straight things things seen in nature.
These beams shine dead-eye straight
into wonky clouds that blush red,
embarrassed to be caught outside,
in fluffy slippers with night clothes on,
feeling kinda shonky, disheveled and wonky, as
the humans, straight-faced,
said they were.
Making ends meet, dad was always boxing mum
For all i can trace and gun
Mighty hand when will mum and dad stop punching in this ring of ours?
Mum has been the dad amidst manly chores
the tide of tussle toil round our hut
As i grade the route of crowning mama proud
She given the greatest shock from his fist
And right at the burning flood of her blood
She gave up to life
And i was trading the route of watery grief
'Mother, from those frosty punch of daily troubles
The wonky meal you tried to erase
Now pound on your ward
As i grease under left overs
From the brim of begging and wealthy containers'
Dripped from the walls of a loving relative
My shadows are function to weary songs
For this has been my greatest reverie
Oh! My candles are now as a fading moon
For mother beckons from beyond
Mother, this is where it hurts.
Do as the Roman's..
He was writing a rhyme,
but hadn't found the sound.
So, he smiled and said Hi,
as She calmy sat down,
She inquired about time,
He said, for you I don't mind.
She says Oh Honey,
will you help me please.
My Wonky's gone sticky,
and I need relief.
He say's, hold on,
Just what do you mean.
Well, it Seem's OK,
Show Me, your Wonky please.
Then she held her belt,
and pulled it from her pocket
Imagine how he felt
When he saw her Stick Wonky,
Was a lump of melting chocolate.
She had Him at hello,
and they laughed awhile
As She moved really close
He gazed in her eyes.
She said Oh, Honey, I need to know.
Since you liked My Wonky Line,
Aren't We Poet's in Rome?
There once was a poet who screeched like a monkey
Belligerent cuss and stubborn as a donkey
Was quite disputatious
Boringly vexatious
In fact, I'd be inclined to label him a bit wonky
Others have mentioned he's much too bodacious
Unyielding when he's wrong, gruffly tenacious
Liked to spit and spatter
Madder than the Hatter
Victimized fine poets and fiercely predacious
One should wonder if his mental wiring was loose
Because his ranting insults were bitterly profuse
Drivel and poppycock
Game hen liked to squawk
Lacking discernment and most definitely obtuse
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