Flaws?
I'm feeling
so awed, yes I'm really floored
Saw a pussy
cat walk without paws
The sight
I abhored, the fact I applaud
But it walked
so where are the flaws?
Lady D-for-Duh
Floored on the Lawn
I remember
back some years
Twenty something,
that is right
We had a
party, many friends
About 200,
what a night
I staggered
out onto the road
A car came
by, a galant guy
Saved my
life, pushed me away
Forgot his
name..I can't deny
Then later
on, I staggered out
Collapsed,
yes, floored on the front lawn
I'm sure
if someone hadn't come
I would
have stayed there until dawn
Then diving
flares were set alight
The phosphorus
got into some eyes
Washing
eyes is what I did
Not my own,
these are not lies
In all, we
all enjoyed ourselves
Now who
was there, I just don't know
I have a
book that they all signed
Means nothing
now, too long ago
Next day
at work, now comes to mind
Al said
"We didn't know the number -
'Til we
saw her on the front lawn!
In a sluggish
drunken slumber!"
slug
Floor Ride
I balanced
myself on a skateboard
And
went for a ride on the floor;
Tripped
over and knocked all my teeth out -
Don't
need fluoride any more.
le
fantôme amical
DON'T BELIEVE ME
Most
people have the odd little flaw
But
I am perfect: I don't
The
hardest part of perfection is
Acting
all humble : I won't !
Lady
D
GET THIS ONE!!! BELIEVE ME (perfigt one)
Don't Believe Me
Of
all things bright and beautiful,
Of
all things great and small,
Of
all things wise and wonderful,
I'm
the most modest of them all.
tom-tom
fanny
Birdseed on the Floor
Birdseed
on the floor
Birdseed
by the door
Everyday
there's more
's
not against the law
Billy
flaps his wings
Then
he softly sings
Next
his bell he pings
Gives
it lots of dings
Hoping
not to bump
On
the floor with thump
Blackie's
heart goes pump
Gives
the cage a whump
Billy
tumbles down
Doesn't
break his crown
Gives
the cat a frown
Wishes
it would drown
slug
UNCLEAN
Floors
should be on my conscience
Looking
down is really rough
Seeing
the dirt awaiting a mop
But
not really caring enough...
I
SHOULD take the time to do the job
Swob
and slop and dry and buff
But
there's always something I'd rather do
Then
forget and don't care a stuff
Bea
New Philosophy
There
was a time so long before
when
I was two and twenty
I
felt the need to clean my floors
and
clean them I did plenty.
Age
has granted me thankful wisdom
pointing
out the flaw with this philosophy.
I've
so much to do that's much more fun
so
I now just clean quarterly.
pag
There's a Flaw in my Floor!!
There's a
Flaw in my Floor
It goes
all the way to my door
It's a sight
to abhor
..it's bordering
on gore
Stupid Flaw
in my Floor!
It's rotten
to the core..
I don't
like it any more
I trip on
it..and get sore
Yukky Flaw
in my Floor!
How can
anyone adore..
..imperfections
galore
I would
LOVE to ignore
Awful Flaw
in my Floor!
The carpet
is tore..
Can't go
to store
Can't move
to shore..
Can't change
my decor
It might
as well snore
It sure
is a bore..
ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!
der blumers
Tere's a Flaw in my Floor!
Aha! Der
blumers unter der pinafore,
Here's a
chance for me to score
A few points
that I missed before,
When tripping
around her rotten floor.
I would
have sworn but I forebore,
When that
flaw made me footsore.
It's something
that I can't ignore;
I surely
don't want an encore.
Now, I'm
not sticking in my oar
To cause
you any great uproar
So let your
fond thoughts upwards soar
As usually
heretofore;
And, if
this poem you deplore,
I shall
be downcast, therefore.
der Gespenst
amical
There's a FLOOR with a FLAW!
There's a
Floor with a Flaw..
..and it
looks really raw..
It was the
shape of a claw..
..at least
that's what I saw
Silly Floor
with a Flaw
..I stand
here and guffaw..
My kitten
plays with its paw..
..It's learning
how to draw
On the Floor
with a Flaw..
We all drink
with a straw..
..while
baby's going "da da da"
Oh no! Baby's
crawling into the Flaw!
ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!
der blumers
ffffff
Floors, and
flaws, faloahs, flows
And other
effin' things
The sounds
of them get muddled up
That's what
an accent brings
These accents
can cause accidents
Flaw covering
ain't good
Don't want
just carpet on my floor
Not underlaid
with wood
Faloah is
a floor to some
To others
it's a flaw
Or maybe
flow,oh don't you know
If you're
from Arkansas
fffffffiiiiggggg
f ^ x
The floor
of the flaming felucca was frightfully filthy;
The first
mate forbade fo'c's'le fellows too freely to foul
All of the
atmosphere floating around the felucca
With phantastic
phonemes befitted to frightening a fowl.
le fffantôme
épuisé (effete)
Flaunting
I climbed
a staircase into the air
And came
to a landing, I know not where,
But everybody
on that floor
Was fast
asleep, I heard them snore.
When I banged
the nearest portal,
'Twas opened
by a surly mortal
Who saw
through me, since I'm a ghost,
And slammed
the door, like no real host.
"Aha! " I
said "I'll haunt your slumber
If you don't
tell me this floor's number."
Passing
through the wall I heard
Him whisper
"It's the twentythird."
I said "I'd
thought about a score
But now
perceive it is three more.
I need to
know, before I jump,
Just how
high up I'm in this dump."
I then leapt
through the outer wall
And floated
downwards in free fall,
And thought,
as in descent I soared,
"My figuring
best not be flawed."
The reason
for my fear was sound
Because,
if I had hit the ground,
I may have
pierced the earth to Spain
And found
rain on the plain again.
But, if my
calculations fit,
Just short
of ground was where I'd flit.
Pedestrians,
there, took just one look
Then shrieked
and to their heels betook.
I dunno why
the people's faith
Is not invested
in a wraith;
You'd think
they'd seen what they feared most
Encountering
the friendly ghost.
Amiable am
I, wishing them no harm,
Carrying
my head sometimes beneath my arm;
Why, then,
fear me, as I float above the floor,
A smile
from beside my hip coming to the fore?
le fantôme
amical
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