Random Poetry (or Loopy Limericks)

Write a short poem about the topic selected by the above poster.
(Optional: If you'd like to post a limerick, it should have five lines and the rhyming pattern should be AABBA.)

Example: The above poster chose Chip Clips as the next topic.

Silly Eddy found some funny clips,
Shaped like cute little plastic ships.
He put one in a moat,
To see if it could float.
But all he got was a bag of soggy chips.


Next topic:

Oatmeal

Little Jonny filled his bowl,
a jug of bugs from a hole.
His mom turned green,
and ran from the scene.
Instead, oatmeal she did dole.


Fair haired ladies.

Fair haired gals, are not to be trusted.
They'll play with your heart until it be rusted.
Then toss it aside,
And with a girth that is wide,
Chase another man, of whom she has lusted.


Next topic:
Rude children

Rude children are a pain,
good manners down the drain.
They run and scream,
and prick and preen.
'Til you wanna open a vein.
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Next topic:

Homemade pizza.

^ LOL, the word insane kept coming to my mind on that one.


Homemade pizza...Oh, how I love thee.
With fresh mixed dough that bakes up so crusty.
Sauce me, oh please!
And don't forget cheese.
This baby's gonna be great, you can trust me!

Next:
Pirates

Pirates, swashbucklers extraordinaire,
Run greedy fingers through dirty hair.
Sail away the seven seas,
Take any and all they please.
Hides shiny treasure deep in a lair.


Next Topic:
George Carlin.

(I don't know why but it seems easier to compose a silly limerick than a regular poem now.)


George Carlin: I ponder that name.
Some say he's 'genius', others 'insane'.
But if you ask his dear wife,
With whom he's spent his life;
She'll just insist he's a really big pain.


Next:
Rising prices

Rising prices make me scream,
Grocery's, cigarette's, gasoline.
It makes me cry,
and wonder why...
No one's making a scene.

Next topic:
Good music.

Rockumentary
Folk song dance.
New Wave rhythm,
Blues and Trance.

Trip-Hop chilly,
Rave it up.
Tori Amos
in your cup.

Country twang,
and Blue Grass high.
Emo children
scream and cry.

Tracy Chapman
plucks my soul.
Fergie serves it
in a bowl.

All my music
sings to me
in the silky tones
of MP3.


Next Topic:
Fishing

^Loved that poem!


Wreybies, in boat, sat on the ocean,
Catching fishies was his wonderful notion.
He cast his rod,
and with a nod,
Decided to stop and put on more lotion.

Limericks are supposed to have that silly punch line at the end. Sorry to tease, Wrey.

Next topic:
A knight rescuing a damsel from a dragon. (This should be interesting ).

Hither comes my knight from far.
He rides no horse, but drives a car.
He wears no armor that I can see.
Just wears a shirt from Versace.

I’m not so sure about this knight.
His jeans just look a little tight.
His hair just looks too well coiffed.
And that limpy wrist is just to soft.

“I was told that there's a dragon here,
but worse I find your dress my dear.
Those shoes don’t match, nor does that purse,
and that makeup’s ready for the hearse.”

Just as I thought, my knight is fey.
Why does it always end this way?
Here I stand just where I stood,
Princess of West Hollywood.

Next Topic:

weird craving

Once upon a time at night,
I got it on with Mr Right.
And now in my belly a baby grows.
Over the hill, where are my toes?

I raid the fridge all the time:
Ice cream, pickles, and a sour lime.
For something new, my taste buds scream.
I think I'll mix up everything.

NEXT TOPIC
Fried chicken and mashed potatoes

Fried chicken tastes oh so right,
I have to resist with all my might.
Mashed potatoes are the best,
I feel a burning in my chest.

Corn and gravy, bring it on baby!
Lima beans, and collard greens.
Now it's late, better call it a night,
Hurry, quick! Get me some Sprite.

I will use my power of ESP to glean that Gary wanted to make the next subject....

Frog on the window!


Mr. Frog,
green and slick.
How do you do
that little trick?

Upon the pane
and without glue
how do you stick?
Tell me true!


Next Subject:

500 channels and nothing is on TV.

500 channels and nothing is on,
400 Camels--Discovery marathon.
3 hundred Emeril reruns,
Blah more Home and gardens,
Sadly, I settle for VHS: Voltron.


Next topic:
Cowboys on an iceburg

I will use my power of ESP to glean that Gary wanted to make the next subject....

Teach me to try to do word games half asleep.

“Get along, little walrus!”
the cowboys cry out
from the backs of polar bears,
heavy and stout.

Down from the glacier
Across the snowy plain
Came cowboys and walrus
Like a tusked hurricane.

Next subject:

Car on fire!

Flames blew across the view
Glowing red, orange and blue
People were astonished and amazed
Luckily, the clear substance glazed

People were saved
After being caved
They will always remember
The car catching on fire

Next Topic: Love at first Sight

A vampire movie played for fun
By an actor named George Hamilton
His skin pale and white as paste
He found a lady which to taste

Oh, I got the poem wrong
If there was only a bell to gong
I misread the theme love at first sight
And wrote about Love At First Bite!

Next Topic --fast cars and faster women

Red cars, red heads: Vivid, wild and full of life.
Black cars, black hair: Exotic, sleek and deep.
Brown cars and brunettes: the sophisticated type.
Yellow cars and blonds: Sporty, giggly, fun in the sun.

Sorry, that was lame.

Next topic:
Your favorite food.

My favorite food,
what would it be?
Depends on my mood,
or whether it's free.

Maybe roast duck,
or pecan a la mode.
You're out of luck,
when I enter your abode.

Cuz I loves my eats,
this you will see.
I'll gobble your treats,
before you count three.


Tired website administrators.

(This should be interesting)

Blink, blink, nod...[ - insert another code - ]
Yawn, ...this moderating is getting old.
When will my hard work finally pay off?
Hopefully before I manage to nod off...
I really want to see this writing group explode!

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