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?
Floored on the Lawn
back some years
Twenty something, that is right
We had a party, many friends
About 200, what a night
out onto the road
A car came by, a galant guy
Saved my life, pushed me away
Forgot his name..I can't deny
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
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
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!"
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.
DON'T BELIEVE ME
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 !
GET THIS ONE!!! BELIEVE ME (perfigt one)
Don't Believe Me
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.
Birdseed on the Floor
on the floor
Birdseed by the door
Everyday there's more
's not against the law
flaps his wings
Then he softly sings
Next his bell he pings
Gives it lots of dings
not to bump
On the floor with thump
Blackie's heart goes pump
Gives the cage a whump
Doesn't break his crown
Gives the cat a frown
Wishes it would drown
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
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.
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.
There's a Flaw in my Floor!!
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..
I would LOVE to ignore
Awful Flaw in my Floor!
The carpet is tore..
Can't go to store
Can't move to shore..
It might as well snore
It sure is a bore..
Tere's a Flaw in my Floor!
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.
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.
There's a FLOOR with a FLAW!
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!
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
f ^ x
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.
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."
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
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.
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?
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