"icks" poems
We went to the woods for a picnic
That girl was such a nitwit
She promised a lot
But all I got
Was a peck on the cheek and a biscuit
Her parents went to Rhyll
To me that sounded brill
I went to her place
All prepared (just in case)
And fed the budgie some trill
I said I've fallen for ya
Let's cuddle in the corner
She said that's nice
But tonight I might
Practise my recorder
She said it's good to share
I said I'm with you there
Then I was led
To a single bed
And loaned a teddy bear
I did my best to please her
But she was just a teaser
My money spent
My patience went
So it was time to leave her
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
the clock ticks and ticks
it's 12am right now-
a time where my icks
are nonexistent as i dive
into my deep thoughts
i feel kinda alive
but also half dead with exhaustion
with my study materials sitting
on my desk.
my brows are furrowed;
my lips are pressed;
it's a never ending cycle.
one that is vicious.
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 1:37 AM UTC
There was an Old Man of Japan
Whose lim er icks never would scan;
When they said, "What the fu?" he replied, "They're haiku!"
That Irish Old Man of Japan.
Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 5:40 AM UTC
I’m banging my head thru the wall. That tic and click as my head tics back and forth just begging to be twisted it off.
Off like a switch of a twitch that is itchy that can’t be itched because it’s deep inside the clicks and ribs that can’t be ripped.
I’m living with the constant tremble of a broken twitching and shifting body that won’t stop clicking and picking until I can’t control an ick.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC