Dumb poem collection - #120 through #133

Onward and maybe even upward

I worked a little bit on these, hopefully enough to keep folks happy and looking for some more.

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Get back to work, Scott!
Get back to work, Scott!

#120 - Modulated infrequency

Scott is hot for radio.
He listens while his work will go
forgotten.
It’s rotten.
Some day he’ll switch off – por Dio.

 

Might as well be clean while growing up
Might as well be clean while growing up

# 121 - Annie - bigger and better

She sure was a real tiny baby.
That’s true without any maybe,
but, once she’d begun,
she grew up; it was fun.
Without Annie, what would each day be?

"No ma'am. This is NOT a tab."
"No ma'am. This is NOT a tab."

# 122 - The buck stops here

Our patients are handled with care
just as long as they pay their full share.
Here at Parkway Lab
nothing goes on the tab.
Still, a surplus of funds is quite rare.

Where's that great thought?
Where's that great thought?

# 123 - The repairman

You authors have no need to holler.
I never copy. I simply foller
your one good thought (if I can find it).
Then I clean it up so folks won’t mind it,
and when I’m done, it’s worth a dollar.

"When thee gets home to thy kennel tonight, I hope thy mother bites thee." to quote an anonymous Quaker lady...
"When thee gets home to thy kennel tonight, I hope thy mother bites thee." to quote an anonymous Quaker lady...

# 124 - Breeding

A gross young punk, named Mark,
cursed at folks just for a lark.
Though his mother was there,
she seemed unaware
that Mark’s tail didn’t wag with each bark.

Exercise is good for the eyes
Exercise is good for the eyes

# 125 - Just the bare facts

The exerciser in the park
had audience from dawn to dark.
Her clothes were thin
and not tucked in,
but none watching would remark.

Cleanliness is halfway to godliness, right?
Cleanliness is halfway to godliness, right?

# 126 - Keeping house

Petra’s compulsive;
really propulsive.
Her house is real clean.
She’s a soap-slinging queen.
With each mess she gets downright avulsive.

Was Satchel Paige really a robot?
Was Satchel Paige really a robot?

# 127 - A computerized Satchel Paige

The secret’s in his brand new ball.
Once airborne, it can never fall
unless he beeps its micro-brain
with belly button. There’s no strain.
That may be why the coaches call.

Heights can be really boring unless you look down
Heights can be really boring unless you look down

# 128 - Higher medicine

There once was a lab, up on the tenth floor,
that took in all samples through a hole in the door.
When the doctors came in
all tests would begin.
Each day was a regular bore.

You love this stuff, don't you?
You love this stuff, don't you?

# 129 - Kwitcher fakin’

If my barbecue
were not for you,
you’d not be pickin’
at my chicken.
You’d stick to stew.

Love those telephone bills !
Love those telephone bills !

# 130 - Telephone connections

Ma Bell, Ma Bell, through you we tell
our bankers we need money.
Your monthly billing, for you fulfilling,
is, to us, just not so funny.

You have us wired ‘til we’re tired.
Your transistors daily rate us.
Were you not blind, you’d quickly find
that your bills disintegrate us.

Soon you’ll be alone, with phone on phone,
when all of us go broke.
Your recordings’ll play to each other all day.
Then your bills will be a joke.

Don't shoot ! I didn't raise taxes that much !
Don't shoot ! I didn't raise taxes that much !

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# 131 - The law of compensation

Ben Franklin said it best of all,
"As taxes rise, the kings must fall."

Ahhh - that Rosalinde !
Ahhh - that Rosalinde !

# 132 - The bigger they come

Rosalinde is quite tall.
For blandishments she will not fall.
Her heart’s not for thieving
(no loving and leaving).
It’s her game, for she owns the ball.

 

Tuning up for bedtime
Tuning up for bedtime

# 133 - No overtime

There once lived a skinny
and smart aborigine.
Without clothes, in the sun,
his days were all fun.
By nightfall he truly was fini.

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breakfastpop 5 years ago

I loved these dumb delightful poems. i have a huge smile on my face, Gus. Up and funny!


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Genna East 5 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

Another delicious collection and a perfect way to start my Saturday! Thank you, Gus! :)


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GusTheRedneck 5 years ago from USA Author

Good Morning, BP - It takes a big, beautiful face to sport a huge smile. I suspected that you had one most of the time whenever I have the privilege of reading your fine articles.

Gus :-)))


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GusTheRedneck 5 years ago from USA Author

Howdy Genna East - Even a Dumb Poem can beat a fried egg with a thumbprint atop. Happy Saturday to you.

By the way, I have a question for you. What, pray tell, is "behavioral ecology?" I get the individual word meanings. It is the combination that confuses me.

Gus :-)))


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aware 5 years ago from West Palm Beach Florida.

nice


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drbj 5 years ago from south Florida

You are hitting your stride with these, Gus - all very funny and chuckle-some. I would add just two lines describing the audience for your poem, "Just the Bare Facts" -

They were careful not to say anything mean,

Lest what she would reveal would remain unseen.


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GusTheRedneck 5 years ago from USA Author

Good Doctor bj - Had I written in those two lines I would have been as good a rhymer and thinker as you. That would not seem to be right, so I let you write them instead. (I liked them much better that way.)

Gus :-)))


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GusTheRedneck 5 years ago from USA Author

Howdy aware - Now THAT one is a front-and-center pen name! Anyway, all nice comments are accepted with gratitude. Thanks.

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