"funnybone" poems
That Borlaugh
whos my funnybone angel
is really a kick in the pants
He makes sure I am put into situations
with opportunities to laugh
some always wondered when I laughed
why I could'nt stop
its cause Borlaugh would continue the joke
and he just would'nt drop
it
until my physical belly hurt
eyes burned
my spiritual s-elf smiled
with pure joy
He calls me "Peeky" on a different note
cause he says I peek into human souls
so I know
not necessarily all of them
but all of me
you see
bringing the Universal Oneness to light my way
but dont forget to play
mostly though, hes just lots of fun
not oft to be serious
even when I'm curious
and when that is the case
he'll make me laugh again
then go away
and tell me theres a more serious angel
on the way
to answer my questions
Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 8:22 AM UTC
From soon all beady my dove and romance
plop buys me a radius of monthly advance
and gives abstract expressionism a chance
we tremble to book so softly their witness
the tiny push bras like nobody's business
collarbone funnybone and studio fitness
how can a lag dinge for a slow digestion
just dreaming low their next suggestion
to be or not so beat, that is the question
walkabout it doesn't make much sense
my verbal byronea about to commence
as two bold eggs sit on a cake and fence
three olding hens sit on the fent and knit
five juvenile retenders rolling out their kit
artly and hostanously thart spliffing in a lit
zuckering freudily Alsberta around the bend
onder mist blontentious wick willet harksend
and befending our liblyhord to the bittery end
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 4:41 AM UTC
*To succeed in life you need three things:
A wishbone
A backbone
And a funnybone*
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
Here's to the smiles that I didn't place in duty,
The ones whose corners didn't need to be hiked up.
The ones that weren't made up to be seen,
But made themselves from feelings inside.
Insecure eyes didn't ask for them,
To ensure approval.
I'm grateful for each of these smiles that flew out because I was pleased.
My soul was pleased,
My meat was pleased,
My funnybone was tickled,
Or some way my brain enjoyed his situation.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
Tweezers
buzz
"butterfingers"
and bulbous sneezer
that is touched
by a feather
to make it
sneeze
and tickle
the funnybone
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 3:40 PM UTC