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fun, humor, humorous, tribute,
O, black and potent beverage
each morning that I rise
you give me greater leverage
you make me strong and wise
O, elixir of higher thought
rejuvenate my mind
I percolate you in my pot
through dark beans that I grind
With sugar some would sweeten you
and lighten you with cream
but black and strong will be my brew
like women in my dreams
O, steaming dark deliciousness
please keep me wide awake
and bring me higher consciousness
upon my coffee break
© Mike Wise
friendship, funny, people, time,
We'd really like to thank you
i'm sure you left it here with love,
it really was so kind of you
but we didn't want your bug.
We thought you'd like to know
we really felt the pits
we thought of you quite often
when we had the squits.
Next time you come to visit
please leave your bugs at home,
'cause, when you bring them with you
they sure do like to roam.
So next time that we see you
I hope you come alone,
you can bring Rosie and Katie
but leave your bugs at home.
brother, freedom, giving, happy, humorous,
The firmament above, beneath we exist,
This diversity in divine artistry
Same eyes divers sizes
Different skin same sin
Different color same honor
Same human same humor
Why try to sort out maize from corn? They are all same
Cus just one shot, your race wont spare you
Imagine if our poop was a pretty pink
Or smelled like a dozen red roses
Beautiful music was heard when we tooted
There'd be no need for holding noses
We'd relish the thought of soiling our whites
To show off a new shade of pink
And proud to fart Ludwig's Fifth Symphony
While sitting on the throne by the sink
It can possibly be construed as a bit unusual
To be writing a poem about poop
But pink poop deserves special recognition
So let's all just let out a big whoop!
Imagine if our poop was a pretty pink
And smelled to high heaven of roses
We'd be so proud of our load of pink magic
There'd be no need for holding noses
© Jack Ellison 2013
Jan's humourous submissions
About human emissions
Are tastefully turned into verses.
If we suffered those things
That digestion brings
We'd need lost of visits from nurses.
Now Jan's let us know
That we all have to go
And she don't mean to heaven or hell
But places at home
Where we sit on our throne
And hope that we don't leave a smell.
If you took Jan apart
You will find a big heart
She humours us with every caper
I can't put down more,
As it's been quite a chore
To write this on clean toilet paper.
fruit, fun, humorous, silly,
For hamburgers hotdogs and french fried potatoes
add the sweet savory sauce a gift from tomatoes
Ketchup Ketchup pour it thick
for bland foods it does the trick
Scramble eggs just to plain
Ketchup adds that sweet tang
Steak a little too dry
that's when ketchup applies
Try adding ketchup in your sauce
topping meatloaf it is boss
Beautifully red rich and thick
Ketchup is foods favorite condiment
For finger foods a tasty dip
so yummy you smack your lips
Ketchup is a sweet sensation
taste buds crave with anticipation
That magic that ketchup brings
is that flavorful wonderful zing
Have you ever sat while deep in thought,
on a brand new toilet seat that you just bought?
Maybe you wondered and felt despair,
about that poor little goldfish you flushed down there.
Was he dead or just fast asleep?
Could he make the ocean in his final leap?
It’s truly a mystery we may never know.
Now I’m wondering how far one could go.
Maybe a GPS tracker tucked in with a twig.
Would he continue to grow, would he get really big?
I sit here and wonder with time to waste.
Is this poem a beauty, or simply bad taste.
This is quite a bit overdue my friends
It's an ode to Brussel Sprouts
Those delicious spherical bundles of joy
Not too popular hereabouts
Poor wee fellows just want to be loved
Along with the other veggies
They've long had a real image problem
About as popular as a wedgie
Thinking of starting a worldwide petition
Any Soupers wishing to join
Send a hundred dollars to me, Jester Jack
You'll receive a commemorate coin
Along with the coin you'll receive a bushel
Of these oh so luscious little critters
As a bonus for ordering before December
An autographed picture of John Ritter
Hey, it rhymes doesn't it !!!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Roll the ball with utmost care
By the gutters if you dare!
Don't go slidding down the lane
Don't want to think of how much pain!
Of a lousy score beware!
Ode to the Computer Keyboard
By Elton Camp
It was on a manual typewriter that I learned to key
The keyboard’s function was obvious as could be
A computer keyboard, to me, isn’t the same way
For what some of the key do, I can’t possibly say
About half I comprehend of keys called F1 to F12
Into ESC, Scroll Lock, Pause, Break I don’t delve
Perhaps they do all kinds of absolutely great stuff
But for an old man like me, they are way too tough
ESC stands for “Escape” said the computer geek
If it escapes, then I guess he would have to seek
If I should see this useless key trying to get away
I’d just say, “It’s goodbye and good riddance today.”
adventure, angst, confusion, dark, dedication, depression, devotion, education, faith, farewell, funny, humorous, imagination, introspection, lonely, loss, lost, memory, pain, parody, passion, people, places, retirement, sad, science fiction, sorrow, sorry, space, star, teacher, time, travel, tribute, visionary,
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
High as a Georgia pine they say
I think that I shall never see
From little acorns a mighty oak grows
So goes my tree knowledge
White to harvest
Untouched by red clay
Banked white snow
By neighborhood dogs
Right out of the pack
The scent of clean,
Dry and warm
Slip one on, then two
Encapsulate the feet
Like clean silver fog
Coats each tree
Ten hours later
There's dirt, stink
Old shoe leather stains
Then tossed into hamper
No longer new
No longer clean
No longer white
Just dirty old socks
Thought to first originate in Peru,
It’s a true tomato fact,
oval or round, and juicy too
from beefsteak to compact.
Tomato! be you red or green,
nutritionally you are boss,
whether topping a salad like a queen
or at the heart of pasta sauce.
Without you, ketchup would be taboo,
saucy salsa you wouldn’t see
marinara, we’d have to do without,
you’re the soul of the BLT.
Cousin to the eggplant,
you grow on vines above,
in France they honor you by name,
known as the “apple of love”,
So Hooray for you sweet,seedy fruit
let us all stop and pause,
to honor the rich ripe goodness you bring
with a hearty round of applause!
food, fruit, fun, funny,
Zesty droplets on my tongue
Setting a blaze of many flavours
Lively explosions on in my mouth
appreciation, childhood, food, giggle, humor, humorous, sorry,
Than a bean,
I do appreciate
You are extremely crunchy,
Just a mushy-munchy.
Makes you awfully wet.
‘Still don’t like you yet!
9th grade, funny, girl, growing up, high school, youth,
Ode To A Gym Teacher
Amid brassiere and derrière
She strives to put her clothes on.
Her panties there, stockings here
The rest of it, she throws on.
At the mirror, shining bright
She struggles with her powder.
She holds her place with main and might
As others try to crowd her.
How can she dress so nimbly
In but five minutes of an hour?
The question’s answered simply:
She did not take a shower.
education, humorous, irony, soccer,
Woe is us, we wretched Dyslexicons,
We visionary thinking paragons,
We the summer-school-room-dwelling patsies,
We the ostracized by Spelling Nazis.
(sorry, lied about the soccer)
I've only had you for about a year,
To me the time was of good cheer.
betrayal, food, humorous, irony, money,
Oh, clam chowder, how I would love
You to be like the thing you claim you taste of.
You're seafood, soup, potatoes, all warm
And bubbling in a splendrous, thick liquid form.
Your amount of potatoes, though is extensive,
Because I guess that clam is just too expensive
To be present in amounts that meet my desires.
But I suppose you'd be too costly for buyers.
But aside from that, clam chowder, you're alright.
I'll probably still have some tonight.
Whack that ball; don't hit a tree
Be conked out in the head you see!
And don't hit into the rough
Oh my gosh; that sure is tough!
Or maybe in "the zone" you'll be!
The man looked at his twinkle
Shucks what's become of me
I used to rise and shine
Now all i do is pee
Yoda said, "Size doesn't matter
Saying take a look at me
I have the force behind me"
But still I am so twee
"Come close and feel the force
Around us, you and me".
"Everywhere the fire" Said I
Looking down hopefully
Guess it hasn't reached that far
Will stoke the burners well
"Do or do not, there is no try"
Are the words that Yoda tells
So next time when in the loo
Trying to raise a smile
Remembering what yoda has
I outdo him by a mile.
6 Second Trailer
Did you see it?
It's a fantastic flick
The full trailer?
So am I
Did you see her...
Don't ya love it
Who wrote it?
Bit early, eh?
What, the trailer?
“Ode to Rubber Boots”
By Rachel Heffington
In rubber boots you’re free to wade
Through puddle and through creek;
In rubbers you’re invincible!
(Excepting when they leak!)
adventure, confusion, dedication, friendship, funny, love, passion, travel, tribute,
Love feast by Steven Hudson
I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.