Little Skinny Warner,
Worked a street corner,
Selling chili with beans,
Little Skinny Warner,
Faked the accent of a foreigner,
To attract those customers with means,
Great Big Warner,
Worked a successful street coroner,
So successful that he burst out of his jeans.
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Showing posts with label POETRY. Show all posts
Saturday, June 18, 2022
LITTLE WARNER WORKED A STREET CORNER
Labels:
CHILI,
CHILI WITH BEANS,
POETRY,
STREET VENDOR HUMOR,
STREET VENDOR POEM,
STREET VENDOR SATIRE
Monday, June 13, 2022
MY LIZARD SCISSORED AND GOT AWAY
In the middle of a blizzard,
I went out to walk my lizard,On my leg he took a wizard,
So I tried grabbing him by the gizzard,
Then into the woods he scissored.
That's how he got away.ðŸ˜
Labels:
animals,
PETS,
POETRY,
WEATHER LIMERICKS
Friday, May 27, 2022
AUF WIEDERSEHEN TO MAY
Auf Wiedersehen to May,
While a volcano spits away,
And, the suns getting hotter,
Dried ponds for the otter,
While polar bears move onto the clay,
Auf Wiedersehen to May,
The glaciers slide into the bay,
Migrationers don't fly,
And, the west lands go dry,
May June bring a much wetter day.
Wednesday, April 13, 2022
BENNY HAD TO TAKE A PEA
Benny had to take a pea,
Out of a pea poddy
He needed the form,
Twas a pea corn born norm,
So he could bounce it off a tree.
Friday, April 8, 2022
DOUGLAS HAD AN OLD VCR
Douglas had an old VCR,
But, he couldn't find anything to play in it,
They no longer put movies on those old wind up tapes,
Instead, they use DVD’s and just spin it.
But, he couldn't find anything to play in it,
They no longer put movies on those old wind up tapes,
Instead, they use DVD’s and just spin it.
Tuesday, February 8, 2022
BONNIE THE BED WETTER BOUGHT TEN SETS OF SHEETS
Bonnie bought ten sets of sheets,
Because her accidents were repeats,
Bonnie bought six gallons of bleach,
Which turned pink sheets a white-peach,
Bonnie had bad times in bed,
It was like an ocean, enough said,
In Vegas it was a safe bet,
That poor Bonnie woke up wet.
Because her accidents were repeats,
Bonnie bought six gallons of bleach,
Which turned pink sheets a white-peach,
Bonnie had bad times in bed,
It was like an ocean, enough said,
In Vegas it was a safe bet,
That poor Bonnie woke up wet.
Wednesday, September 22, 2021
I WAIL ON MY HORN WHEN, I LOSE MY CORN
Fall is here to freeze my corn,
I wish that fall was never born,
My last rose has died away,
I won't see flowers until mid-May,
I be all tear drops forlorn,
I guess I'll wail on my English horn.
Sunday, June 20, 2021
MY INGROWN TOE-NAIL
My ingrown toe-nail I can't lie,
Made my bug eyes cry and cry,
It was such pain,
I became insane,
I sliced off my toe nail with a wood plane.
Made my bug eyes cry and cry,
It was such pain,
I became insane,
I sliced off my toe nail with a wood plane.
Saturday, December 26, 2020
THE CHRISTMAS BEAR
Over there I saw the Christmas Bear,
He roared and gave me quite a scare,
I petted his head,
He knocked me down dead,
Petting the Christmas bear was an error.
He roared and gave me quite a scare,
I petted his head,
He knocked me down dead,
Petting the Christmas bear was an error.
Labels:
BEAR LIMERICK,
HUMOROUS LIMERICK,
POETRY,
SAD LIMERICK
Saturday, December 26, 2015
THE FISH WITH JUST ONE FIN
There once was a fish with just one fin,
He swam around and around again,
All in circles he went,
Till his fuel was all spent,
Then a big catfish made him his din.
He swam around and around again,
All in circles he went,
Till his fuel was all spent,
Then a big catfish made him his din.
Sunday, August 16, 2015
CAROLINE WAS THE LIGHT ON THE BAY
Caroline was the light on the bay,
When she left the light faded away,
I promised that I would change,
But, my voice was out of range,
Now my heart breaks with each passing day.
When she left the light faded away,
I promised that I would change,
But, my voice was out of range,
Now my heart breaks with each passing day.
Labels:
CONTEMPROTY POETY,
CREATIVE WRITING,
GRAND TRAVERSE BAY,
PHILOSOPHY,
POETRY,
SAD LIMERICK,
TRAVERSE CITY LIMERICK,
UNREQUITED LOVE
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
THE FEDS, MY FAMILY AND ME
I got home just in time to take my meds,
But, they were confiscated by the Feds,
My family accused of being reds,
Now, we sleep in cages on bunk beds.
But, they were confiscated by the Feds,
My family accused of being reds,
Now, we sleep in cages on bunk beds.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
OF KITES AND KINGS
The reign of kings and dictates of the state,
Their engine speaks without review of choice,
The masses, millions,live from fate to fate,
Their cries are silenced by the nobler voice.
The technocrats, the learned contemplate,
Their, marbled halls and golden domes so grand,
Their seaside towns where they can recreate,
And, celebrate the powers in their hand.
The millions work and let their leaders play;
No land, no strength, no powers can they sight;
The rich man's clout shall rule beyond today;
The poor mans luck goes crashing like a kite.
The kings by choice, they soar above the ground,
By winds and strings the kites drift ever down.
Their engine speaks without review of choice,
The masses, millions,live from fate to fate,
Their cries are silenced by the nobler voice.
The technocrats, the learned contemplate,
Their, marbled halls and golden domes so grand,
Their seaside towns where they can recreate,
And, celebrate the powers in their hand.
The millions work and let their leaders play;
No land, no strength, no powers can they sight;
The rich man's clout shall rule beyond today;
The poor mans luck goes crashing like a kite.
The kings by choice, they soar above the ground,
By winds and strings the kites drift ever down.
Labels:
CREATIVE WRITING,
PHILOSOPHY,
POETRY,
POLITICAL COMMENTARY
Saturday, April 17, 2010
THERE WAS A GIRL FROM TRAVERSE CITY
There was a girl from Traverse City,
Her eyes were bright her hair was pretty.
She laid in the sun,
Till she was well done,
Now her skin is all withered and gritty.
Her eyes were bright her hair was pretty.
She laid in the sun,
Till she was well done,
Now her skin is all withered and gritty.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
REVENGE
Vengeance is a lonely child,
Kept pregnant deep within,
When let loose it's mind is wild,
The base of original sin.
Kept pregnant deep within,
When let loose it's mind is wild,
The base of original sin.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
SOLID MORNING FOG By Leigh Collin Brandt
VERSE I
Solid morning fog,
Sweet vapors of yesterday,
Melting into dresms.
VERSE II
The thick morning fog,
Sweet vapors of yesterday,
Melting into sunbeams.
Solid morning fog,
Sweet vapors of yesterday,
Melting into dresms.
VERSE II
The thick morning fog,
Sweet vapors of yesterday,
Melting into sunbeams.
Labels:
CONTEMPROTY POETY,
CREATIVE WRITING,
FANTACY,
HAIKU,
PHILOSOPHY,
POETRY
Saturday, April 3, 2010
WINTER SLEEPER By Leigh Collin Brandt
The Winter Sleeper,
Green goddess of the forest,
Awaken to the sun.
Green goddess of the forest,
Awaken to the sun.
Labels:
CONTEMPROTY POETY,
CREATIVE WRITING,
FANTACY,
HAIKU,
PHILOSOPHY,
POETRY
Monday, February 22, 2010
THERE ONCE WAS A GIRL NAMED TAYLOR
There once was a girl named Taylor,
She went to college at Baylor,
But, when she went home,
It was too cold in Nome,
So then she ran off with a sailor.
She went to college at Baylor,
But, when she went home,
It was too cold in Nome,
So then she ran off with a sailor.
Labels:
CONTEMPROTY POETY,
HUMOROUS LIMERICK,
POETRY
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