Pinkie Pie Style!

My silliest poem ever...

- The Isle of Snugglindon -

On the Isle of Snugglindon, upon the forest floor,
The silly little wugglebugs, are scurrying around.
“Oh, if I only had a brain!” they’ll say once more,
When the silly little bugs, deem to make a sound.
But no one ever hears those wugglebugs at play…
And most ignore the dens they’ll build in summer.
For high above, the mak-mak birds fly, every day,
Saying: “We must mak-mak our nests!” so sure…
And when you hear these birds calling, so loudly,
You might forget those furry rarglesnarfs so close.
As they lumber through the woods, ever proudly,
Hunting for honey in the buzzy trees by the coasts.

“Oh, I am so fierce and furry!” they’ll say to all…
So the bees drop their honeycombs, and fly so far!
The rarglesnarf is delighted to see the prize to fall,
Whilst mother moon laughs, oft tickling every star.
And there: telling woodchuck jokes in the shade…
Of the bigawig tree, sits a wise ancient hermit crab.
He knows the names of every animal as God made,
And he recites them before bed, him slightly mad!
Often pirates like to come to search for a treasure,
But when they say “Arrrgh!” they’ll have to run…
Lest those rarglesnarfs catch them with a pleasure,
To tickle them into revealing: their barrels of rum.

Now the wookisnooks bring whisky and often yell:
“Uz me, uz you!” and sing old wookisnook songs.
The critters drink until they dream after night fell,
Until the ring ringing: of the early morning gongs.
Within the trees, where the gong-ringers still live,
Fur-balls with arms and legs both strong and long.
It is they: who make the whisky that they do give,
To the wookisnooks: in return for a game of pong.
And once every seven moons, to the cry of loons,
The creatures of Snugglindon Isle hold their party.
With stumbles and swoons, and hungry raccoons,
They drink ‘till they drop and eat feasts so hearty!

Where, oh where a navigator might ask himself…
Oh where or wherever is uncharted Snugglindon?
I’ve heard that there lives many an enchanted elf,
On that island, where strange critters dwell upon!
You’ll not find it on maps: nor by taking catnaps,
And certainly it can’t be found by swimming off.
You could swim for laps until all strength it saps,
Or, you could simply ask the average gargleboff!
But since they only live on the isle that you seek,
There is only one way to be certain you’ll arrive.
Why not ask: any child, on any day of the week?
They’ll happily tell you where the critters thrive!

silly situation
when i was small i use to play
with a soccer ball every day
but let me tell you something true
that will make your urine run ocean blue

i was kicking ball inside the street
saw my friend and decided to greet
he laughed and was happy, time to play
but something happened i'll remember every day

as i waived i kicked the ball
it flew high up and over the wall
it landed on my neighbours grass
his dogs i had to pass

i climbed on up on the wall
got a fright and then came the fall
to top it all!!!

my ass landed on a cactus bush
about fifty thorns inside my tush
the dogs could hear my screams
time stood still it seems

i jumped on up as i cried
it felt like i had died
the dogs were storming down on me
not one,not two, but three!

the cactus still hanging from my rear
i flopped over the wall and again fell on my rear
the blood the pain the tears
this i'll remember for years!!

       Lipstick Mind
       =============
Lipstick sticks your lips to my skin
Its got a twisty top, like my twisted mind
  Every time
I go to think
I think I need a kiss on my thing
From your lipstick lips
all over my thing
What a treat to think
I'm never denied
You give every time
Why do I think?
Like a lipstick stick in the back of my mind
I've got a rainbow of colors stuck in my mind
From the lipstick stick, you help me unwind
So I thank you
One more time
Get to it
It's about that time

The Tales They Tell


I revel in the drama
Others connive about my feet
The way they cause me to trip
And blunder about
As if I have two rights
With no lefts

I'm tickled by the meandering gossips
Regarding my nose
How it consumes my face
To spite my cheeks
And I snore like a troll
While awake

Then there's the hub bub
Particular to my arse
In a manner such like
A cow would find the moon easier to jump
Than to leap the entirety
Of my rump

[Sorry this was really rushed as I only just saw the comp and it's almost over. ]

Discord

The master of mayhem
cultivating untold chaos
disrupting any and all order
on the toss of a di

He has a charming sense of humor,
turning pit-bulls to puppies
although he's forever rewriting the order of things
placing the sea in the sky
and it's never a matter of 'why?'

He's wacky and wonderful
in a laughter for its own sake,
hysteria in the face of life
no matter what's at stake
kind of way

He's the part of you
that wants to run amock,
dance in the rain
and pretty much go totally insane

To set yourself free
to just let yourself be,
to never worry
about what's right or wrong
ignoring society
and dancing to the beat of your own silly song

Discord,
to go out of your way
to have fun with life,
to live everyday
in a constant state of play!

Today was all about the animals

on my way back from school today
I saw a zebra crossing
there were cats eyes in the middle of the road
brudder said he has a dogs life
and that I'm  a chicken
fadder  always gets the lions share
says he works like a dunkey
me mudder called us munkeys
and that we broke her camels back
Grandad has a calves lick in his hair
and the memory of a goldfish  
Granny prefers a bird in the hand
unkul has the eyes of a hawk
and says his brudder is a snake in the grass
there were rabbits ears on the tv
and crows feet on my Aunts face

I swear, animals,they get everywhere

Thanks for my first trophy Cinny. Well done everybody else!