"flippity" poems - Hello Poetry

I Calico Pie, The little Birds fly Down to the calico tree, Their wings were blue, And they sang 'Tilly-loo!' Till away they flew,-- And they never came back to me! They never came back! They never came back! They never came back to me! II Calico Jam, The little Fish swam, Over the syllabub sea, He took off his hat, To the Sole and the Sprat, And the Willeby-Wat,-- But he never came back to me! He never came back! He never came back! He never came back to me! III Calico Ban, The little Mice ran, To be ready in time for tea, Flippity flup, They drank it all up, And danced in the cup,-- But they never came back to me! They never came back! They never came back! They never came back to me! IV Calico Drum, The Grasshoppers come, The Butterfly, Beetle, and Bee, Over the ground, Around and around, With a hop and a bound,-- But they never came back to me! They never came back! They never came back! They never came back to me!

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Edward Lear

Calico Pie

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What a wonder, it must be, just to fly. Henry had thought, not so long ago, As birds, looped, swooped and soared, Flocks of starlings, offering a show. Jen and Olly, were Henry’s best friends, Three ghostly bunnies with nothing to do, Then Olly twitched his wispy whiskers, Until large mushrooms suddenly grew. Mushrooms so nice, they sat upon them, And despite what they had been taught, It seemed, within this, imagination world, Creation occurred, with a single thought. Jen giggled, wiggled, her delicate nose, And three pink kites appeared overhead, Swooping and soaring, just like starlings, But held from a silken, gossamer, thread. Henry’s turn, so smiling at his friends, He performed a funny ‘bunny-like’ hop, Creating a bracing, fresh, gusting breeze, Making their ears go, all-a-flippity-flop. On mushroom seats, ghostly bunnies sat, Their minds twirling with kites, so high, Henry recalled thinking, not so long ago, What a wonder, it must be, just to fly.

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Sep 28, 2016

Sep 28, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC

paul-chafer

Bunny Dreams

What a wonder, it must be, just to fly. Henry had thought, not so long ago, As birds, looped, swooped and soared, Flocks of starlings, offering a show. Jen and Olly, were Henry’s best friends, Three ghostly bunnies with nothing to do, Then Olly twitched his wispy whiskers, Until large mushrooms suddenly grew. Mushrooms so nice, they sat upon them, And despite what they had been taught, It seemed, within this, imagination world, Creation occurred, with a single thought. Jen giggled, wiggled, her delicate nose, And three pink kites appeared overhead, Swooping and soaring, just like starlings, But held from a silken, gossamer, thread. Henry’s turn, so smiling at his friends, He performed a funny ‘bunny-like’ hop, Creating a bracing, fresh, gusting breeze, Making their ears go, all-a-flippity-flop. On mushroom seats, ghostly bunnies sat, Their minds twirling with kites, so high, Henry recalled thinking, not so long ago, What a wonder, it must be, just to fly.

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Flip pity stickity stickity woe gonna flip pity stickity in yo brown hole, your eyes brown hair curly like a poodle gonna flippity lashings with my wet noodle, angel kisses hevea lye delight gonna flippity stickity all got **** night!

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC

jaysus

Flip pity stickity...

Flip pity stickity stickity woe gonna flip pity stickity in yo brown hole, your eyes brown hair curly like a poodle gonna flippity lashings with my wet noodle, angel kisses hevea lye delight gonna flippity stickity all got **** night!

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Tippity tap Flippity flop Splish splash Drip drop Two eyes One mouth Two ears Still uncouth A melody fills my ears As symphonies cause cheers Hiccup cough Drip and drop Wheezing sobbing And stop Ten fingers One pencil Piece of paper But merely a doodle A melody fills my ears As the audience cries silent tears.

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Nov 12, 2014

Nov 12, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC

DearOne

Silent Tears.

Tippity tap Flippity flop Splish splash Drip drop Two eyes One mouth Two ears Still uncouth A melody fills my ears As symphonies cause cheers Hiccup cough Drip and drop Wheezing sobbing And stop Ten fingers One pencil Piece of paper But merely a doodle A melody fills my ears As the audience cries silent tears.

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old telegraph road _clickety-clack_ births, deaths and marriages _tappity-tap_ did you hear the news? _yackety-yak_ it is my duty to inform you... _flippity-flop_ the pleasure of your company is requested... _clappity-clap_ at 2:03pm (AEST) Monday, weighing 6lbs 7oz... _drippity-drop_ old telegraph road _yackety-yak_ eighty miles of cable _tappity-tap_ biographies dotted and dashed _clickety-clack_

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Aug 20, 2020

Aug 20, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC

annh

Old Telegraph Road

old telegraph road _clickety-clack_ births, deaths and marriages _tappity-tap_ did you hear the news? _yackety-yak_ it is my duty to inform you... _flippity-flop_ the pleasure of your company is requested... _clappity-clap_ at 2:03pm (AEST) Monday, weighing 6lbs 7oz... _drippity-drop_ old telegraph road _yackety-yak_ eighty miles of cable _tappity-tap_ biographies dotted and dashed _clickety-clack_

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I’m gonna jingle a single in my singlet Juggle Bintang bubbles in my jocks Run wild and free in the city No trickery tickity tock Just flippity flip in my flip flops See me rickety rock off your socks Dangle the bangle and I haggle Cha-ching cha-ching on the rocks One dolla two dolla or three Join us for a beer at a party in Bali By the bay with a babe by the sea With Marley and Ali and me

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Aug 25, 2021

Aug 25, 2021 at 9:14 AM UTC

MyDearPoet

An Australian in Bali (aka vaccination my vacation)

I’m gonna jingle a single in my singlet Juggle Bintang bubbles in my jocks Run wild and free in the city No trickery tickity tock Just flippity flip in my flip flops See me rickety rock off your socks Dangle the bangle and I haggle Cha-ching cha-ching on the rocks One dolla two dolla or three Join us for a beer at a party in Bali By the bay with a babe by the sea With Marley and Ali and me

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Perhaps I’ll never love The way I read books That all consuming Maddening “You are my life now” Kind of true love Maybe I’ll never fall The way I listen to music The way you become So lost in a song You feel what you hear You believe without seeing Sometimes it’s a steady ticking Constantly worrying Never actually caring “You’re young you’ll find someone” Plus every other versions of this saying Other times it’s a storm This tsunami of doubt washing out Every last bit of hope Like water, instead of making it float It’s sinking the boat If you’re never really lucky generally When it comes to love Why the flippity flop would you be?

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC

pinkimwest

It’s A Sinking Feeling

Perhaps I’ll never love The way I read books That all consuming Maddening “You are my life now” Kind of true love Maybe I’ll never fall The way I listen to music The way you become So lost in a song You feel what you hear You believe without seeing Sometimes it’s a steady ticking Constantly worrying Never actually caring “You’re young you’ll find someone” Plus every other versions of this saying Other times it’s a storm This tsunami of doubt washing out Every last bit of hope Like water, instead of making it float It’s sinking the boat If you’re never really lucky generally When it comes to love Why the flippity flop would you be?

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What happened to the land of the free? What ever became of American equality? When was The Great Take-back begun? What became of “with malice toward none”? What happened to rich people’s responsibilities? When did we decide our peers were enemies? Why didn’t we learn from the Great Depression? Why are we letting them set up another session? Eenie meanie mighty mo, when is it fine to hire a ** Hickory slicker zippity zopp, when is this b.s. going to stop? Why have we let ourselves think like adolescents? Why do we keep liars and cheaters in our presence? It’s up to us each who what lies we should tolerate, So when does being a mountebank go out of date? When do we start fighting and hitting bullies back When they make it known they’re on the wrong track. How many times will they have to lie and steal For the rest of us to know their villainy is real? Fluster and bluster and flippity flopping, confidence is dropping We can no longer trust our leaders to protect, so let’s reject. When did all of our statesman turn into real estate’s men? When did the human in humanity cease to matter at all? What makes half the country vote for a scoundrel horde? What did our country accomplish by dropping the ball? Why have we become the people we used to dislike so And now we are the ones who arm and **** each other? And why do we still have many lifetimes or more to go To finish paying for murdering and pillaging our brothers? Questions, suggestions, all are loudly ignored by them, Our leaders whose sense of decency has grown dim.

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May 24, 2018

May 24, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

GOOD QUESTIONS

What happened to the land of the free? What ever became of American equality? When was The Great Take-back begun? What became of “with malice toward none”? What happened to rich people’s responsibilities? When did we decide our peers were enemies? Why didn’t we learn from the Great Depression? Why are we letting them set up another session? Eenie meanie mighty mo, when is it fine to hire a ** Hickory slicker zippity zopp, when is this b.s. going to stop? Why have we let ourselves think like adolescents? Why do we keep liars and cheaters in our presence? It’s up to us each who what lies we should tolerate, So when does being a mountebank go out of date? When do we start fighting and hitting bullies back When they make it known they’re on the wrong track. How many times will they have to lie and steal For the rest of us to know their villainy is real? Fluster and bluster and flippity flopping, confidence is dropping We can no longer trust our leaders to protect, so let’s reject. When did all of our statesman turn into real estate’s men? When did the human in humanity cease to matter at all? What makes half the country vote for a scoundrel horde? What did our country accomplish by dropping the ball? Why have we become the people we used to dislike so And now we are the ones who arm and **** each other? And why do we still have many lifetimes or more to go To finish paying for murdering and pillaging our brothers? Questions, suggestions, all are loudly ignored by them, Our leaders whose sense of decency has grown dim.

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i. an ailment of the mind, incorporeal, a ghost that flits between worlds, festers and grows — a thumping tumour. ii. sick, but not really sick. (does it hurt? paracetamol might help). you are exaggerated and foolish. count your blessings. iii. potent to change reality. stronger than any mushrooms. a single thought, the words and the images, gunslingers to misery. iv. hook that reels in, boding some ominous fate. fish out of water — flippity-flop; people sunbathe around. v. plodding is what it is. plodding through a tempest, freezing, crackled skin, watching everyone else walking in sun. vi. you want to scream but don’t. you want to explain but don’t. you let them form their own ideas and agree. you feed on it.

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Jan 29, 2019

Jan 29, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC

TheMessyPoet

realms of the brain

i. an ailment of the mind, incorporeal, a ghost that flits between worlds, festers and grows — a thumping tumour. ii. sick, but not really sick. (does it hurt? paracetamol might help). you are exaggerated and foolish. count your blessings. iii. potent to change reality. stronger than any mushrooms. a single thought, the words and the images, gunslingers to misery. iv. hook that reels in, boding some ominous fate. fish out of water — flippity-flop; people sunbathe around. v. plodding is what it is. plodding through a tempest, freezing, crackled skin, watching everyone else walking in sun. vi. you want to scream but don’t. you want to explain but don’t. you let them form their own ideas and agree. you feed on it.

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The brain burns 20% of your resting calories a day. I think that's why I'm so skinny. Back on my ******** 'cept my shit's always running running running running. The conductance rate for neurons is 90 ft/s, that's roughly 60 mph. I'm chasing every tangent and leaving every toll in my dust, flying off ramps looser than the associations I'm pulling. Pull out a map on 5% and ask you to repeat, I'm degrading, dehydrating, can't focus, no locus. Hop in a van to get to the next stop, charming, alarming, floating, secured.

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC

lisa-27

flippity flippant

The brain burns 20% of your resting calories a day. I think that's why I'm so skinny. Back on my ******** 'cept my shit's always running running running running. The conductance rate for neurons is 90 ft/s, that's roughly 60 mph. I'm chasing every tangent and leaving every toll in my dust, flying off ramps looser than the associations I'm pulling. Pull out a map on 5% and ask you to repeat, I'm degrading, dehydrating, can't focus, no locus. Hop in a van to get to the next stop, charming, alarming, floating, secured.

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