Thread for all of my poems

BUBBLE WRAP

Bubble wrap, bubble wrap,
Pop, pop, pop,
Bubble wrap, bubble wrap,
Isn't this fun?
Bubble wrap, bubble wrap,
Pop, pop, pop,
Pop, pop, pop like a little pop gun.

Wacky baccy, wacky baccy,
Puff, puff, puff,
Wacky baccy, wacky baccy,
Pass it all around,
Wacky baccy, wacky baccy,
Puff, puff, puff,
Getting so stoned that we all fall to the ground.

Bubble wrap, bubble wrap,
Pop, pop, pop,
Bubble wrap, bubble wrap,
Isn't this fun?
Bubble wrap, bubble wrap,
Pop, pop, pop,
Pop, pop, pop like a little pop gun.

 

John I have to say I am in love with your poetry, it is really beautiful. I hope to read more of them! And once again man great job!!!!!!!!

 

Jesters in purple and gold like a mardi gras parade streaming in fountains of chains. Sneezing in musical notes like blotter for laughing tears. Priceless.

 

TWO LIMERICKS

There was a young fellow named Pete,
Whos stature was somewhat petite,
But I do declare,
When he spiked up his hair,
He came to just under six feet.

There was a young fellow named Si,
A most intellectual guy,
And I will admit,
The smart bloody git,
Knew twenty-one digits of pi.

 

ONE BY ONE

Oh where are all our jewish friends,
Where oh where have they gone?
Where are all our jewish friends,
Sent to the death one by one?

And why did you not speak up,
For those good and honorable few?
What is that i hear you say?
Because you're not a jew?

Oh where are all our communist friends,
Where have they gotten too?
Where are all our communist friends,
Sent to the death two by two?

And why did you not speak up,
Tell me what is it i've missed?
What is that i hear you say?
Because you're not a communist?

Oh where are all our eastern friends,
Where oh where can they be?
Where are all our eastern friends,
Sent to the death three by three?

And why did you not speak up,
Could it possibly be that - hark!
What is that i hear you say?
Because your skin is not dark?

Oh where are you, my own dear friend,
Where on earth can you be?
Where are you, my own dear friend,
Sent to the death dreadfuly?

And why did no one speak up,
When your time came to be killed?
What is that i hear you say?
Because nobody remained.

 

I agree, you will be famous one day. for one talent or the next ;P great poems

 

I THINK THAT I SHALL NEVER FIND

I think that I shall never find,
Anything, as I am blind.

 

THE INCARCERATED MERMAN

Below the groin you are a fish,
But how you wish,
That in that wishing well,
That dark, dispairing hell,
That your top half was a fish as well.

 

THREE MORE LIMERICKS

An unfortunate fellow named Fred,
Recieved a bad bump on the head;
"Oh dear," he said,
"I must go to bed,"
And then the poor fellow dropped dead.

A lively young fellow named Xenus,
Lived on the planet of Venus,
And Xenus's schlong,
Was twelve inches long,
A most incredible penis.

A woman who lived on the moon,
Fell to Earth on the fourteenth of June,
And after a while,
All in good style,
She married a Jewish tycoon.

 

hehe. i like the limericks . Really good.
<3 Zoe.

 

haaa haaaa I like bubble wrap! keep up the great work John

 

awwwwww poor bling person... I like it

 

haaaa haaaaaa!!! sorry it's just that at first I thought you were talking about your penis... but now I get it... haaa haa... hmmmm very good! I never wrote any poems on mermades or mermans

 

i love your new poems!!! and the limericks are so neat.

 

BORIS, THE POST-FELLATIAL CIGARETTE

Have you encountered Boris,
The post-fellatial cigarette?
He helps to take the taste away,
You know you really won't regret,
Your dear encounter with Boris,
The post-fellatial cigarette.

 

ISAAC AND THE APPLE TREE

Isaac sat beneath a tree,
Wondering why it should be,
That the apple fell upon his head,
And didn't travel upwards instead.

"I do believe," young Isaac said,
"That by the bump upon my head,
And thanks to that old apple tree,
I have discovered gravity!"

 

MONDAY MORNING BLUES

Walking from the bus stop,
Feeling rather ill,
Cold and windy morning,
Depleted strength of will.

Walking through the carpark,
In my worn out shoes,
Got my dirty Elvis T-shirt,
Got the monday morning blues.

Sitting at a table,
Drinking coffee and
Speaking to a friend,
While the coffee warms my hands.

Up to the eyeballs with caffeine,
Wearing worn out shoes,
Got my dirty Elvis T-shirt,
Got the monday morning blues.

 

KILLING TIME

Make a cup of tea,
Turn on the TV,
Nothing much to do,
I'm only killing time.

Saw it on the news,
We've won another war,
Seen it all before,
It's only killing time.

Saw it on the news,
They're sending in more men,
They tell us not to fret,
It's only killing time again.

 

THE FLUTE PLAYER

On a distant hillside,
A lone flute player stands,
His precious wooden flute,
He cradles in his hands;
And on that lonely hillside,
Where the maidens go to milk,
The player plays his music,
With a sound of liquid silk.

 

seems all good