"grover" poems
To the tune of Five For Fighting's "100 Years to Live"
From "Frogs For Fighting"
Kermit Sings:
I'm just a simple green Muppet,
Good old friends with Scooter and Fuzzy,
And I'm small and skinny,
A quiet frog that's on the roam.
Animal's clearing out the whole fridge,
There's a Muppet chef inside the kitchen,
Making gibberish sounds,
Boiling a goose or baking rolls.
Piggy I'm alright with you,
No other Muppet pig will do,
MRS. PIGGY-there's never a wish better than this,
When you've got a hundred Muppet Tears TO GIVE...
I'm searching stars at the moment,
Still the frog-I'm just in love with a pig,
Dream of a connection,
A constellation for a sign,
Count goes "AH AH AH" when counting,
Cookie Monster's nomming on the cookies,
Snuffleupagus sounds like he just might have a cold...
But Piggy I'm alright with you,
You've got much might-no one can kick **** quite like you...
But piggy I'm OK with you,
MRS. PIGGY-there's never a wish better than this,
When you've got a hundred Muppet Tears TO GIVE...
Through a small Muppet's eyes
Can tell you no lies,
Bunson's Lab-a surprise,
Madness, havoc explode,
Beaker's running to hide,
We're moving on...
I'm feeling light at the moment,
Small as can be-the sky-all I view,
And I'm just reeling,
High up in the clouds-a message in blue,
...Mrs. Piggy I'm alright with you,
You're black belt in Karate and Kung Fu,
Super Grover's on his way,
Every Muppet has their dog day...
Wooohooo-oohoohoo
Wooohooo-oohoohoo
Wooohooo-oohoohoo-oohoohoo
Piggy I'm alright with you,
There's no other Muppet pig like you,
MRS. PIGGY, there's never a wish-better than this...
When you've got a hundred Muppet Tears TO GIVE...
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
My Muse had a strange concept,
Aussies could spread Test cricket,
Global peace from this precept,
Middle East with a new diversion,
Test Cricket's mesmerising stupefaction,
No shots daily, narcotic absorption,
"Resume hostilities at the end of the next over..."
They'll say, "New bowler's called Grover.
We'll see if he bowls a maiden over."
Large LED screens on constant display,
Test Cricket, Ashes every day,
Hours sitting in the hot sun, that's the way,
That's why there's Peace in Australia,
Without Test Cricket, Peace is a failure!
Yes, Aussies could preach Test Cricket,
My muse and its weird concepts!
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
No body knows the Trouble I;ve Seen~Except my Aunt Maude and the Mowin machine.. No body knows the garbage I've tossed~Except for that stray dog~who by now Must be lost... No body knows the Trash I've tripped over~Except for that Yellow Horse that eats all the clover... No body know the Turmoils and Bruises~Except for those folks who take Long cruises... No body knows the Tormenting stress~Except for Garden hoses and the guy doing the Bench Press... No body knows the Aggravation I've got stored~ Except for a Majesty sitting on His Throne... No body knows the Deceit that I've been dealt~Except for that guy who always wears the Bright Blue belt... No body knows that awful dog Grover~Except the Fat Lady who sings ,When's it's all over... No body knows what Sloppy Joe Means~Except for the people who wear Hand-me-down Jeans... No body knows what it's like to feel Really Blue~Except for the people who try to make friends with fast drying Glue... No body knows where all these Roads might lead ~Except for those who know what it's like to be on your knees... "NO BODY KNOW THE TROUBLE I'VE SEEN ! !
Apr 11, 2011
Apr 11, 2011 at 3:51 AM UTC
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Arthur Benjamin Franklin: my Unca Artie, my favorite. A High School football star, known as Red Franklin, he was famous for his dark red hair. He used to chuck me into deep water at Chrystal Pool to terrify me for 5 seconds, then hoist me onto his broad shoulders.I suspect I was his favorite too. War came and he had to go. I cried and cried on the herringbone patterned bricks at the train depot in Kelso. I have a v-mail he sent to my mom, his sister, dated 1942. He was a belly gunner on the B-17’s that were flying the area where Rommel was fighting. He brought my sis and I back little leather suitcases, tooled in wonderful designs by a skilled artist somewhere in the orient. I still have it. A treasure.
Grover Cleveland Franklin: My suave uncle, joined the Navy in WWII and became a deep sea diver. The kind that wore those heavy suits with the big glass bubble head. He helped detect and destroy mines around battleships. In doing that brave work he lost his hearing and came home as a lip reader for most of my childhood. I was always a bit suspicious because he seemed to read lips so well. He even got written up in the newspaper because he could sing while putting his hands on a phonograph and feeling the vibrations of the music he couldn’t hear. We kids would always try to make loud noise behind him but he never once reacted to it.
Many years later I learned that he confessed that his hearing had gradually came back. He was a hero nevertheless.
About their names: Both being born in North Carolina, back in the 1920’s it was common practice among the country folk to name sons after famous people. I also have another distant relative named George Washington Franklin. I love having hillbilly DNA.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 6:28 PM UTC
A penny for your thoughts,
A nickel if you're fickle,
A dime and you're mine,
A quarter for the century,
A dollar makes you holler,
Five to keep it alive,
Mr. Hamilton wants attention,
Mr. Jackson is very sore,
Mr. Benjamin will ease the tension,
... and maybe some more
A Mr. McKinley to keep it clean,
Grover Cleveland may make it messy,
But President Madison has arrived,
I don't mean to Chase you away,
but Woodrow Wilson will do just fine.
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
Her
Her eyes so tranquil,
having her I'm thankful.
Her skin so soft,
Her Apple me Microsoft.
Her smile so big,
never do I need a wig.
Her fingers magic touch,
automatic no need to clutch.
Her naked tongue drops,
we use plenty of props.
He juice squirts plenty,
so tired and empty.
Her kisses wanting more,
how I love my little *****
Her price very low,
she really can blow.
Her body is unmatched,
too late I'm attached.
Her is never leaving,
never meant to be deceiving.
Her cuffed to my bed,
staying til we're dead.
Her prostitution days over,
more powerful than Super Grover.
Her body I abuse,
never would I bruise.
Her ***** so tight,
never puts up a fight.
Her screams go unheard,
vision becoming blurred.
Her begs to be free,
but I lost the key.
Her tears made me cry,
asked myself why.
Her promises not to tell,
so I said what the hell.
Her off she went,
kidnapping wasn't my intent.
Her knocking at door,
begging for some more.
Her became my wife,
we now have a great life.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
For Dalton Grove
The only true Grover
R.I.P
The love we find,
All to often slips,
Like wet dew in the morning, the vastness of intermingling thoughts or ideas ,
Stander vestiges we'd often find inside our minds,
Art the form of unexpressed thoughts moving,
Virtually free,
From the unequivocal frame of design,
Greatly I say we are nothing but apart fallen pieces so lonely and vast without each other's grasping hand dying to be,
Chasing starlight together in the night time air
Oh, how I long to see you so,
Turning times and movements all to divine for eyes,
I see you in my dresser drawer sleeping like a raccoon,
Chasing dreams once lost to the oceans pull,
The heavens though they may be cease to dawn new ideas when,
You cry,
A lonely lullaby,
I've seen things I cannot express come to be naught
Or have fallen short of things I digress to be,
But you my lovely friend are close to thee,
In the crystalline structure I float to your breathe,
And scream of the life that has been put to rest
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
I know you ain't comin'
Back, bad lovin'
But I was funny
Come back to me hunny,
I don't mind waitin'
If that's the game
I ain't hatin'
It's all the same
To me, one day
One year, one lifetime
What can I say
Your love wasn't a crime,
But your getaway
Was the worst part
Of this play,
Target my heart
But you only missed
Where you hadn't ******
All around and over
But now it's Grover,
Trashed and abandoned
Crushed four leaf clover
Cause I didn't bring you
The luck you searched for,
I know you ain't comin'
Back, but your song I'm still strummin'...
© okpoet
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 3:32 AM UTC
10/15/2015
down by the ravine twisted woods,
By boxelder and sweetgum,
a timber rattler in the field over,
you say "those are dangerous"
"Mhm" all I mumble, stifling in the memorial of that sticky sunny summer in the forest
you say sooner or later
"Barely is enough sometimes"
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
She comes into class with nothing but a frown,
I have noticed since Monday she has been down.
I see in her eyes that she is real hurt,
He starts off her day by saying she is dirt.
I look into her eyes as they start to swell,
I want to give her a hug but there goes the bell.
I did not know it was her last day,
I have always wished she could stay.
She walks down the hall minding her own business,
they kick and punch her,
and I am the only witness.
She whispers in my ear saying not to tell,
as she quickly murmurs it would just be hell.
She reassuringly says this will soon be over,
just like her poor old dog Grover.
As she gets to her house,
she is as quiet as a mouse.
She grabs as many pill bottles,
finds the sharpest knife,
then quickly but quietly,
enters the bathroom to end her own life.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Well it looks like life
has run out of trees for you
this walk through the world,
little buddy.
You were so very good
all the days of your life...
such an open heart;
mine is breaking.
This walk;
our last one together,
I will carry you
though I do not know the way.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
It was dark outside,
Loud rain drops tampered
on my window,
Smell of wet soil hit the air.
I was sitting in my window
and my mind swirled in
the fictional world.
I could see Harry on his broom,
And Will, Tessa and Jem sitting
together.
Charlie was again writing his diary,
And Jane was reading a book.
Sherlock and Dr. Watson were chasing
a culprit
While avengers were saving the world.
Lucy with her siblings was
ruling the Narnia
While Fred and George were pranking
the other students.
I could see Alice wandering in wonderland,
And I could also see Naomi with the three musketeers arguing.
I could hear Grover playing his pipes,
And Percy and Annabeth were kissing.
Then the rain stopped abruptly,
Bringing me back to the real world,
Leaving me in a state of melancholy.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC
The fuzzy blue blur from my childhood has come to haunt me
I first saw him when a happy meal was filling
Seeing the cookie for the first time had me mesmerized
I was entranced
It was great and sweet with a bitterness that I could not yet swallow
I would call for Super Grover to save me when Cookie got too crazy
Shoving cookies until I cried and vomited
Touching me like I was nothing more than an unfrosted gingerbread man
There were far too many nights that I couldn’t signal for Super Grover to save the day
Soon I stopped signalling
Losing all contact with the outside
Cold days were plentiful and I sat outside because I knew that inside meant that I would freeze
Outside meant rain, wind,chills, and hands so cold that they felt like they were burning
Whereas inside had heaters, dry clothes, and my body frozen in terror
Shaking in fear or shaking from the cold air outside
I knew that his cookies were poison on my tongue but rationalizations got the best of me
I forced myself to believe that he did as any other childhood figure would
Eventually he started to feel more hungry as time went on
A hunger that no cookie could satisfy
He wanted innocence
I was his unknowing prey
And I allowed for mine to be slaughtered
His filthy claws stuck into every piece of my skin
Moving my young soft hands he would make the most inhuman noises
A howl as he went for the ****
He went from a symbol of joy to showing the second part of his name
Monster
Nobody could know
This was my burden
Because I had allowed this
Because I knew something that they didn’t
That they couldn’t
That the Cookie Monster is still a monster
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC