More Whimsical and Silly Poems
There once was a slender New Yorker
She really was quite a corker
She dined on fast food and I know this is rude, but now she’s a veritable porker.
There was a young priest with no hope, who swallowed a whole bar of soap
He belched green bubbles and because of his troubles, they eventually made him the pope.
There was a young man in Nicoya, who was sad cos he had paranoia
He went to a shrink who called him a fink and now he paints darkly like Goya.
There was a young Tica from Escazu
who told a gringo “I love you”.
She was no honey and now has his money
and he dines every night on bean stew.
3 Haikus in 5 7 5 form
Costa Rica bliss
Mountains, sunset red
The green earth trembles
Far off flickering lightning
Night thunder grumbles
You are me, I you.
Both part of everything
At one with nature
Byron is dead Shelley is too.
So shall I be So shall you.
Gin is good, vodka is too.
I’ll drink anything, how about you?
Shall I compare thee to a Martini dry
I’ll love one of you till the day I die.
Auburn hair lit by evening sun
My wife my life my love my fun
Triplet Or maybe a Tiplet
I like whisky. I like gin
When I’m drunk I’m ready for sin.
It’s me at the door gal. Please let me in.
Enough. As Dr. Johnson said, on hearing that the Scots could read,
'Teaching a Scotsman to read is like teaching a dog to walk on its hind legs. It is not that it is done well that impresses, but that it is done at all.'
Ouch! A further black eye from Ivy.