Tom Fool circa sixteen fifty
This is so wild fandango nifty
Tomfoolery is to crazy behavior like
Shenanigans is to a drunken sailor
Like high jinks is to a drinking game
Of irrefutable Highland Scottish fame
Roughhousing will give a crazy spin
To drunken gambling and a dollar grin
Buffoonery orders a round of drinks
Messing with your mind me thinks
Jack and Jill are still missing links
Horse playing and tumbling down
Trying to find a broken crown
With a little dicking around
Malarkey involving secret codes
Mischief and clownery explodes
There’s that monkey business
We’ll catch you later gator
Trifling gleefully layer by layer
Huge on spells and magic wands
Gotcha! Dear John, Jon, or Juan
Tomfoolery can go way beyond
Normal everyday common insanity
However, it should always remain
Sharp as a razor (more on this later)
With comic fall down slapstick
Added generously for kicks
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
Saturday funnery.
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For my working out routine
On bellydancing I am keen!
Can I swivel, can I sway?
Yes, I've got that part, okay.
'Tis my arms that need follow
or this dance shall ring too hollow.
Graceful, lithe and smooth...
I'll eventually find that groove.
I'll strive to keep at it, yes!
Working hard to do my best.
As I'm moving, I do wonder
Should my man come in from yonder
Will he glance at my dance,
will it put him in a trance?
Oh, dear, I do fear!
This distraction I did ponder,
it has made me twirl asunder.
Now in vain's my dream so dear
For I've fallen on my rear....
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
On my recent trip back from the U.S., I did manage to bring back my Bellydance workout DVD, my portable DVD player & even another voltage converter...
So this challenge is quite timely --& I've managed to get to just the start of the arm & hand movements... & the ending on this poem is fictional(I hope..)
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It isn't hard to be a Poet,,,
To write a bit of Poetry,,,,Isn't jolly hard,,,,,
Just write a load of Blahdy Blahdy Blah,,,,
Some poets think they're smarter,,,,,
In words they think is Banter,,,,
Are they really such a Martyr?,,,,
Let the battle Commence !!,,,,
You know it makes an awful lot of sense,,,,
To etch your name upon a fence,,,,
You see how easy it is to go with flowing rhythm,,,,
Get a mood going in idiosycraticism,,,,,
or maybe do a logarithm,,,,
Many numbers to be given,,,,
Base being exponent driven,,,,,
Add it up at any given moment,,,,
It's not hard to be a poets component ,,,,
But it's hard to be a part of a poem,,,
Unless on trees you grow 'em,,,
The same as growing potatoes in your ear,
Some they do that,,as a career,,,
And that is rather boring,,,
Can you hear me yawning,,,
It's not hard to be a poet,,,
It's just as yet you didn't know it,,,
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Posted: Aug 2014
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