"hinny" poems
He’s got a bagel on his head,
Not a Cornish Pastie, nor a slice of bread;
Not a Singin’ Hinny, nor a Bacon Roll,
Not Bedfordshire Clanger nor Toad-in-the-Hole;
Black Buns from Scotland pass him by,
No Jammy Rascals, nor Stargazy Pie;
No Bakewell Tarts, and no Teisen Lap,
No Apple Dumplings adorn his cap;
No scones from Devon spread with cream and jam;
Just a crispy bagel full of cheese and ham.
Bagels are the coolest, bagels are the best:
Up with the bagels and down with the rest.
Onwards and upwards, long may it be said:
He’s got a bagel on his head.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
He’s got a bagel on his head (February 28 2017).
He’s got a bagel on his head,
Not a Cornish Pastie, nor a slice of bread;
Not a Singin’ Hinny, nor a Bacon Roll,
Not Bedfordshire Clanger nor Toad-in-the-Hole;
Black Buns from Scotland pass him by,
No Jammy Rascals, nor Stargazy Pie;
No Bakewell Tarts, and no Teisen Lap,
No Apple Dumplings adorn his cap;
No scones from Devon spread with cream and jam;
Just a crispy bagel full of cheese and ham.
Bagels are the coolest, bagels are the best:
Up with the bagels and down with the rest.
Onwards and upwards, long may it be said:
He’s got a bagel on his head.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
He’s got a bagel on his head (February 28 2017).
He’s got a bagel on his head,
Not a Cornish Pastie, nor a slice of bread;
Not a Singin’ Hinny, nor a Bacon Roll,
Not Bedfordshire Clanger nor Toad-in-the-Hole;
Black Buns from Scotland pass him by,
No Jammy Rascals, nor Stargazy Pie;
No Bakewell Tarts, and no Teisen Lap,
No Apple Dumplings adorn his cap;
No scones from Devon spread with cream and jam;
Just a crispy bagel full of cheese and ham.
Bagels are the coolest, bagels are the best:
Up with the bagels and down with the rest.
Onwards and upwards, long may it be said:
He’s got a bagel on his head.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
"it’s time to go
to bed NOW,
right NOW
right this second,
or you are going to get a spanking."
bubbling up with
happy glee
the stumpy little
legs ran
and danced
around
ignorning this stern
sound booming,
this stern
sound looming.
"get upstairs,
NOW,
get into bed,
i’ll be up
in a minute,
to give you
that spanking."
Uh oh!
her fat little
squishy three-year-old
legs
carried her up
as she ran up
the stairs.
heart beating
fast with fear
of impending doom.
coming into the room
she looked about
desperately,
spying a book,
into her bed
she took.
shoving that book
inside her jammy
bottoms,
and covered her bare
little ***
but,
good.
lying there waiting,
with
layers of
help
so thickly,
so comfortingly,
spread in between,
that big hand,
and her little ***
filled with dread.
The little one,
so happy
just moments ago,
not so happy
now,
just lying there
waiting.
filling with
looming fear.
oh what a life,
an eternal seesaw
of happy and sad
mad and glee.
book and
pajama bottoms,
sheet,
and blanket.
he’ll never see,
that book that’s,
a covering me.
waiting with dread,
the minutes ticking
in the dark,
ever so slowly,
an eternity.
the huge giant
finally came up,
big shoes,
booming each
step of the way.
he
gave a good swat,
then out
he went,
closing the door,
shaking a finger
and saying,
“i don’t want to hear any more."
giggled
did she,
and thougth to
herself,
i didn’t even
feel that
and he didn’t,
even know.
hee hee hee..
pulling that book
away from her
be-hinny,
she stretched
out on her back
so comfortably,
so calmly,
and very
peacefully.
so happy
was she,
with her,
Oh So Smart
3-year-old
little self.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC