"muppet" 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
Music
Look up: "Superman" by Five For Fighting.
Kermit sings music by a Muppet Band called Frog's For Fighting...! "It's Not Easy To Be Green, I Can't Stand When High"
I can't stand when high,
I'm not that naive...
I'm just out to find the better part of green,
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a bear,
I'm more than some-frog in piggy's underwear,
And it's not easy-to be-e-green...
Wish that I was high, ****** and half asleep,
Find a way to lie-about my *** on Sesame Street,
It may sound absurd, but don't be naive,
Even Muppets have the right to ****
I may be disturbed, but won't you concede,
Even Muppets croak upon Skunk-green,
And it's not easy-to be-e-green...
Once again-I'm small-I'm small and GREEN, well it's
Alright! We can all get "stoked" tonight, and I'm not
Blazing...or anything.
I can't stand when high...I'm not that naive,
****** I trip at night, on brownies buzzed on ****
I'm only a frog on Jim Hensen's knee,
Wearing pink lingerie on this one way street,
I'm only a frog on Jim Hensen's knee-looking for
Older guys who flirt with me
WHO FLIRT WITH ME...
who flirt with me...yea, who
Flirt with me...who FLIRT WITH ME...
I'm only a frog that's diggin' the green,
I'm only a frog on kronic seven leaves,
I'm only a frog that's puffin' on green, and it's not easy...
WOOOHOOOHOOOO...it's not easy to be-e
Greeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnn...
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
I step towards the pool.
You look at me like each step is the end of my life.
I swing my leg on the side.
You flinch.
I laugh at your expression.
You didn't find it quite so funny.
I guess it's really not that funny to you,
how your mouth puckers into a straight line when you hear me laugh,
like the picket fence outside the house you were born in,
only the stark white boards of that fence don't curve downwards at the ends.
There's a fine line of difference between us,
the difference being "don't", "won't", "can't"
and other four letter words, such as "fear", "play", and "lame".
I stifle my laughter and try again to coax you to the edge, the edge of the earth.
You frown, and back away, mumbling like that one Muppet.
Beaker, right?
"Come down!" Beaker cries. "You're being crazy!"
Meepmeep.
The thought of this causes me to laugh again.
You. A Muppet.
You would die if you knew.
I take another step, another, another, further away from you,
up the metal rungs to the top of the world.
The ground slaps beneath me, resilient and springy like summer grass.
I remember your face, panicked, frantic.
I dove.
You claimed you couldn't.
From the bottom of the pool, the world is crisp and clear,
like a vat of liquid nitrogen biting at my skin.
When I resurface it becomes blatantly evident.
I dry off and walk away through the counter.
Don't try to follow me.
I tried.
You didn't.
Maybe I AM crazy.
The bottom line is
even though I'm afraid of heights,
I still climbed that ladder.
Dec 22, 2009
Dec 22, 2009 at 6:10 PM UTC
I take from the rich
And I give
To the richer
Grow
Money trees
And then watch the world wither
I've slithered
In gardens of green
Dripping red
With a purity hood
Draping over my head
I have poisoned the fountain
Of youth
To retain
My control of this endless
Monopoly game
As my capital gains
A skyscraper a day
To the skyrocket
Stock market
Locke's do I pray
Upon all to be blessed
With lavish excess
But succession of kings
My investment ******
To breed wealthier nations
Uncommon in man
Through unhealthier rations'
Invisible Hand
Do I muppet the mouths
And harp on the heartstrings
As I tug on the chains
Of the slaves
Freedom rings
And that fat lady sings
All she wants
I will cling
To this power
With eagle-lied,
Vulturous talons
Devour
The will
And then **** the bills,
Billing blood that I spill
With impunity
Robbery,
Poverty
Property
I am the law
There is no order stopping me
No cherry topping me
No global powers’
High towers
Are topping me
No master forces endorsed
Are out-shopping me
Spending spree
On the lost souls
Now to bending knee
Fall
And enthrall in the terror
Of my urban sprawl
Making maggots of masses'
Automaton dreams
Into my gilded ages'
New pyramid schemes
You can call me a liar
Truth is
No concern
To the one who reigns fire
With oil to burn
Down upon the deniers
Until they all learn
I'll recruit body bags
To preach life to the choir
And when the screen lags
Train these dogs to play dead,
Lay their own on a wire
In so doing shred
The carnage they desire
So I can play God
And with demons conspire
A masterful plan
To command the economy
Zombie hive mind
Get in line
For lobotomy
My progeny
Multiply to consume
And consume
And consume
'Til the ******* last fume
Dissipates into space
The good fortunes of Earth
All amounting to waste
With the mother who nurtured you
***** and disgraced
The four steeds
Of Apocalypse
Nothing but paste
For I win every time
I with you
Humans race
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
My best friend often asks me why I wait for you.
I always say, "waiting? what on earth are you talking about, muppet?"
But on the inside I know I am waiting.
Waiting for you to come by and rescue me,
Waiting for you to come out of your room and walk me to the car,
Waiting for you to park up and say "good morning",
Waiting for your cologne to waft past me and make me cry,
Waiting for you to kiss me, even though we both know you can't,
Waiting for you to love me, even though you never will,
Waiting to see you, simply because,
Waiting for you to finally realise
That I'm irrevocably in love with you.
Will you have me? Please?
I'll wait for you forever.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
I love to hear the songs my mother listened to...
For when she was advising
that was what was playing...
"The love and happiness"
That Al Green stuff.
That stevie wonder,
Off the Wall,
Fat Luther Stuff
I want to hear a band
back up a love ballad...
Because When My mother advised
She showed me good music....
But now my uncle had a baby
A real NWA
sowing his seed
to that "face down *** up thats the way I like to...."
and well thats what he advised
because all throughout the house
it was "All the way live"
And now my cousin got a baby...
Two Chains sounds way better than One..
And since muppet babies don't come on
the lil man hears Wacka Flacka Flame
When the radio comes on
See the labels say it best
Parental advisory
So the music they suggest
will be what rules
Society...
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
I see unsolved puzzles
Of broken bricks and bones
Creating shadows, within us
Every step I move towards you
I find myself distant from truth
Then I reach this place
Only to find myself under the sun
But here unlike elsewhere,
The light defines,
Contours of darkness
I confide in this darkness,
What I couldn’t tell you
For I was always condemned
I feel loved in this solitude
I sit by the river and see stones shaping
Just like, my muppet mind
I feel the bliss, I feel life
From my experiences
Running the gamut from mountains to ponds,
I burn those puppets of papers
I say hello to the world
For there is no one to listen
But the trees and the wild...
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
****** ****** and more ******
Nothing but bores.
Who gives a ****
If NOBODY scores.
***** scream, kick 'n moan.
**** man, life can be such a
drone.
Puppet
Muppet
Ringmaster
Master Key
Leave it open - all the more to
See.
Human traffic
Nothing but static
Looky here
Looky there
Try a little harder and MAYBE you'll C
Everything is all around....
Everywhere.....
Tracey
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Our thoughts of time travel
burnt-up when Junior
sang The Blues.
Foreign creature.
***** voodoo muppet.
His spaniel’s moan,
a call to mud,
digging deep like
“woo-woo-woo”
Smacking the past in the chin,
he dipped a laden lead melon
in a barrel of black molasses.
A slow lowering,
tender sinew slackened.
Unclawed-
the orb traversed his finger tips
nicking his nails on the way earthward.
The black drink parts then
floods back where it once was,
coating the cold round load
as it sank down below
the Mason-Dixon line.
Junior gurgled in slow-mo
dipped his Gibson
and stirred the stew,
made the black brew dribble over
the barrel’s shoulders
and puddle in the thick sticky
corners and cracks of
the Juke’s oak planks.
He fished it out then
-bladaplowplow-
-WHAP!!-
split that melon in half,
no knife, they used the trap,
then Junior took his break
to take a nap
in Baton Rouge.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
A threshold of toast greets me
Gravy boat. Gravy train.
Take me away great gravy train!
Bring me to the pluppet tuppet.
Saw me a muppet.
Killed me a muppet.
Hang him on my wall.
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 10:53 PM UTC
Good morning Muppet.
I saw you staggering out of bed.
After stretching over to turn off the alarm.
****** thing.
Left it snoozing and off it went again.
You're in the kitchen, cooking your coffee and porridge.
A mighty morning brew.
The alarm hangs out on the face of your phone.
You need to use it today.
So you dash upstairs to turn it off.
Tripping over the dog, who's dashing around your feet.
Porridge flies and coffee slops.
All over the carpet and one hot dog.
Morning's, don't you just love 'em.
P.s.the dog's okay.
Just the start of another fractious day.
(C) Livvi
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC
I wonder if I can write a poem with two voices?
Don’t know mate, maybe you can.
Who the hell are you?
I’m your second voice, you muppet.
Ah. But will they be able to tell?
Well, skim readers might miss it.
Oh.
But if they read “vocally” like you do,
It should be okay.
What, even when I go
Onto a new line?
Reckon so, just about. In any case,
Some websites will format it differently,
But we’ll get away with it.
Is it still poetry though?
Could be, mate.
Really?
Well, it depends on the wording I guess.
So we need some flowery language?
Yes, like the dogs of war are gathering,
As two adversaries square up,
For gladiatorial combat.
MMM. Well, I’d prefer to write things like:
The sun is streaming over snow-capped mountains,
To greet the summer
As we awaken from our wintry slumbers.
That’s okay too mate: it’s all poetry.
But should I really be seen,
Talking to myself?
They know you’re mad already, friend,
No worries there.
That’s okay then:
Let’s get this thing posted.
Yes, go ahead.
Paul Butters
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
Do you recognise the ******* the
one that takes it on the glass jaw.
The muppet on the string that clings
to the façade of ill positioned words.
Weep for the words that are constructed
like a three year old in nursery time.
Can you read your own reiterate its
confused like there many thoughts.
Play with there feelings, don't succumb
to the forlorn words they spread idiotically.
There is a ******* in all of us, we take it sometimes,
but others are just ******* more or less.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
Don't turn the lights out on my life.
So soon.
My rather crazy friend.
I am not your loving wife.
I'm nobody's muppet.
And you're not a puppet.
We're sat on the gate.
Not on the fence.
May the gate re-open if not totally broken.
Sat on the fence.
Not waiting to fall.
Should be dispelling busted hate.
No need for you to hate me mate.
For you're free now.
Though the times we spent together were really great.
I'm no cow.
As a ruminant perhaps.
I chew on the cud.
Regurgitate.
In an awful sad and crazy state.
I'm not crazy at it happens.
The times we spent together were really great.
You and I.
Now relishing precious time on my own.
For I am your puppy and you are my bone.
LOL X
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 8:08 AM UTC
I want that smooth, low voice
not this muppet one I have
but oh!
I can still sing!
Warble and be your song bird
I want to be a *****
one with a sleek, **** body
but still!
There is something cute
about a plump girl
writing poems
more naked than in the eyes of the Lord.
I want to be so much for you
and sometimes, I am only far away
but
but you take those things I am
and you see them as angels' giggles
polish those ugly parts of me
and keep them in a display case between your lungs
right where I keep yours
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Hope,
she waited on my table,
but I,
I took my own sweet time
to make up my mind.
"A round of shots,
and better make it snappy"
"No can do sir,
for it's a dry day"
So I
stole a glance at my wrist,
midnight
- the hour was nigh.
I had time,
all the time in the world,
"Swing by
when the time is right"
As
I saw her go,
***
I saw and I thought:
She's a real keeper,
I just have to have her,
amuse her,
make full use of her,
but tread cautious
lest I abuse her.
Pie,
one wild night
oughta do the trick.
So I,
dashed to the restroom
made sure I looked slick.
The hour
struck ten times
and twice,
the hour,
it came and went,
but by then
she was long gone.
Faith,
she took over
served me shot after shot.
Knocked
them down
did I them all.
Besotted,
I struggled to my feet,
dragged myself
out of the watering hole.
As I stumbled
out on the porch,
dainty hands,
they broke my fall.
"You're in no shape
to be out on your own.
It's past closing time,
I'll drive you home."
Besotted,
I gazed upon
her, her tempting gist.
Beckoned
did Faith, was
in no state to resist.
Endings,
ever after,
or till this date,
Faith
by my side,
sad twist of fate.
Hope,
witchy, Wiccan,
mirage,
black magician?
Me,
muppet,
voodoo doll,
puppet.
Hope
still springs,
eternally in my heart,
Hope,
I wait,
though it's too late.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
When I was living at home, like when I first was living at home I was becoming very bad with dad untill when dad came out the back to either fix up the pool or sit in the chair or hose the garden or get rid of the weeds out from the cracks in the cement and I enjoyed watching dad work even if I wasn't working much but dad was a very busy man as he went to buy a cappuccino at the shop with his mates and blowing leaves out of the cement into the trash pack
And dad will always make sure our computers were safe like away from hacking and if we need to download a new program he will do it with no problems and I was regretting fighting dad because he helped us get in touch with the world
Which most dads don't do that much and dad used to mow the lawn and he was very friendly with the community around us
Me and my mum and dad used to go to the club to have a meal and I used to like talking to mum and dad
It was good that dad helped me because I wasn't really the best role model but I liked dad when he bought a wine called passion pop but he wasn't really wanting me to drink it because of my problem with alcohol
And also I enjoyed dad cooking the barbecue on Christmas Eve when my Aunty came with her daughters and we did a present swap and I watched the muppet family Christmas on Foxtel and then I went out to talk to dad while he cooked it
When I played santa at Vinnies
I often made Christmas Eve the last day and I went home and got myself ready for Christmas Eve present exchanging and I wanted to be around my family so much I put their television on the Christmas carols from Melbourne and dad liked to comment on it even if he was making fun of hifive when they were on stage and I liked dad doing that and when the grand finals were on afl and nrl I always told dad the score and we went to the club for dinner
After the afl grand final
And on nye dad me and mum went to see the new year in with people from my bowling team and we danced as well
Well we partied too
You see the sad news is dad is dead but I liked everything we did together and I know I should move on but that is easy to say when people don't judge you
Anyway at Christmas I think of the BBQ that dad liked to cook
To make our Christmas great
Now dad has moved on to Betty Campbell and I might not see dad in this life ever again
But I still keep up to date with the Campbell's on instagram
To understand why dad died
I wasn't the easiest son to get on with
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
I strolled among lavendills
in the pithy piney plodding hills
bearing the brunt of burdensome ********
as I garnished grins of whippoorwills.
On a plateau-ish plain of prickly peet
I felt the bog beneath my feet
tickling my toes with ****** tainted thorns,
I remembered gnarling days, and stood forlorn.
Pickled poesy pomagroups
foretold of future ladle scoops
in caligrating loop the loops in styles
reminding me of marching troops.
In shifting shylock shapes of time
with ripping radishes of rhyme
I began my daring dew descent
to the lowly muppet mugging climes.
When, on sordid stony steppes I stood,
amid the brash and boorish wood,
wenting where I was, I brought
a hinting hackle pang of good.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
The boys brigade are out on the lash.
Chucked away buckets of hard earned cash.
The missus she still sits sat home,
Insignificant as garden gnome.
Slides the bevvies.
Down their throats.
Lost somewhere between here and there and John 'O'Groats.
While little Miss Muppet's locked safe up at home.
(c) Livvi
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
You've become something
that I don't remember anymore
Come back,
you're far too distant
sway with me
you're offbeat
Why can't you just lose yourself
you're too controlled
be here with me
be one with me
you're far past distracted
What is this even worth to you?
You're scanning down your list
but where am I?
Where do I fit in between these lines?
I'm caught
in the web of an offset spider.
Not caring enough
to eat my heart
and make it his.
Make it yours.
Take it
if you wish.
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 5:14 PM UTC
Happiness sets like a sunset deep beneath her soul
While depression takes over her like the full moon and the dark gloomy clouds
Unseen by the big crowds
Did you notice her moon gleams?
They are only dreams now
Because she has been captured by the dark gloomy clouds
The devil’s children
Did u see the last pieces of hope
The little stars
Those little hopes just grabbed away from her
There is nothing left now
Now it is an empty sky
Empty sky without stars
Nor the full moon
Only the dark gloomy clouds
Do you really think it's easy
Easy trying to light up the light on the stars
When she doesn't know what the brilliant bright light looks like
It was the devil’s children
They made her go blind
How unkind
And now she forgot the light
Light was just a sense of imagination now
They took control of her somehow
And she was their muppet now
She could no longer feel
Feel what other people felt
Love and happiness gone
crushed into stardust
All that was left in her was
Anger, hate and pain
Agonising anger
And excruciating pain
She was the storm of anger
that created the sea of sorrows
Maybe someday
someday she hope that
She could find the light or
that the sea of sorrows and the storm of anger
will create a beautiful sunrise
Maybe someday her wounds would be stitched up
and will stop hurting
and they will just be forgotten scars
Scars hidden beneath the stars
And one day her pain will go away
and so will her agonising anger
and for once the clouds will reveal a divine bright sunrise ©
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
Broken chains, falling rains
at the crucifix of life we reign
Broken days, trading mails
as a sacrifice of broken days
Hey you little puppet
take that gun, **** for flesh, **** for blood
Journey on, journey on
take those sins, they forbid to be curse
can you fit inside my pocket?
Journey on, journey on
pull the trigger, for a thunder in the moments
Broken chains, falling rains
at the crucifix of life we reign
Broken days, trading mails
as a sacrifice of broken days
Hey you little muppet
take that book, re write history, tell us tales
carrying on, carrying on
take those lines,then type them up
are you the truth we should seek?
carrying on, carrying on
as a fiction of the day, for a thunder in the moments
Broken chains, falling rains
at the crucifix of life we reign
Broken days, trading mails
as a sacrifice of broken days
carrying on carrying on
journeying on journeying on
and they cry by the pool of their blood
carrying on carrying on
journeying on journeying on
and the whisper the silence of words
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
Hey bro, do you wanna party dude party all night
Get down to every nightclub in town and show us how to party
Mr muppet, do you wanna party dude
Real real real soon
Get down to every sports event and drink a nice cold beer
Any beer a beer that helps you party, bro, so bro if you want to party dude
Do it right now
Go off to a show
With a heave and a **
Get down and party dude
You see I find that partying makes me have curly hair
Every day and night
Eating pizza and eating sushi
Yes, some real party foods
For all the party dudes
Hey bro do you wanna party dude
Get down tonight
It is fun to party and drink your beer yeah
And say come on dudes
It is great to be positive every day in everything you do
So you can feel very good
Wearing a cap with a hood
Partying is so much fun
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
I love the Muppets
I really do,
so it pains me
just a little
to observe that
Jeffrey Lord on CNN
looks like one.
I see him as one
of the old guys
in the theatre box,
but this chaps all
smug & self-satisfied
& so all wisdom-like,
when in fact
his head is
up his Muppet ***
Kellyanne Conway too,
she's Muppetesque,
with her death-skull smirk
her so-sure inane chatter,
she gives the impression
of all-knowing wisdom
with her condescension,
her weaves and bobs,
Stephen Miller too
all sounding that Trumpet,
seeming born fully-formed
in a cheap shiny suit,
balding already,
& so, so bitter,
after having
surrendered
his lunch money
first day of school.
If the Muppets
had an episode
produced in Hades,
these unpleasant folks
could take centre stage,
as Satan's minions
grimaced & smirked
in the stalls,
& Lucifer himself
led the applause
as the Trumpeters
bowed centre stage
amidst an odorous
sulphorous stink,
& a rapturous cacophony
of beating wings
& shiny scraping claws.
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
I van a try to describe while sitting on me ****
how he oh bomb in lee rages with gnashing teeth
while back a slump
blasting Democratic nomination as a sham – man
from special interest pump
he, the epitomy of crass bloviation,
a malignant lump
whose rants sans presidential outcome a sham bull
with his millions beds this, that
and another woman to ******** jump
disseminating gene pool –
birthing more quackers and additionally doth ****
the mass media as some foolhardy charade
and caricature of a frazzled grump
this arboreal clothed ape erecting
Taj Mahal ******* symbols where players dump
and gamble away hard earn cash for his kitty,
as if that cachet to grind and bump
lambasting with that maniacal leering pout
while hair *** of red bulls
atop his bulbous aerosol sprayed
heady measly shaped Muppet
dis eased cranial hologram of a cretaceous,
facetious and insidious mump!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC