Wonky Poems - Poems about Wonky

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 ...

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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...

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Waste of heart waste of life waste of tears waste of time wasted of all what was mine crocked thoughts wonky mind. Jessica...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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