"whopper" poems
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I've got a Dr. Pepper n' box o' fries,
A favorite friend sittin' with me 'by-my-side'...
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
Did you hear about the hot new grilled dog?
It's somethin,' that, I'll be eating at the mall!
Like poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
Next time you feel you really need a bite,
Go ahead get a Burger King in your sight!
And pop one up a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
Like poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
I'm poppin' on a wing-ding, Whopper; Burger King!
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
I wanna have lunch with Poe,
at Burger King,
because I'm sure he would appreciate how ghoulish that King in their commercial is
I don't want him to recite verse
while we fill our medium cups with corn syrup nectar--a giant leap
down from laudanum
I do want to ask about the Cask of Amontillado and being walled in slowly, for eternity
for to me that is creepier than all the crimson cream in the Masque of the Red Death
I want to know if he likes the fries--will he dare to dip them in scarlet paste we call catsup
mostly I want to know if he remembers the alley where he was found,
not yet a legend, consumed by consumption and delirium in equal measure
and if there were rodents privileged to hear his last whispered words--or even a gasp
I am buying, Ed, so grab that Whopper with both bony paws and tell me terrible tales, evermore
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
whoever vertigo, Go!
whoa! Oh!
whooping ping-pong
whopper perks
***** ore, or
whole hole
whodunit?
Whoville villain? (Grinch!)
whom?
whose ooze?
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
feelin lazy today,
so you get what you get,
turn the page
move on
learn from your mistakes
be brave
face your fears
footloose and fancyfree
don't run with scissors
smile
stay a while
catch more flies with honey
wrong way turn back
a stitch in time saves nine
when i was your age
no rhyme or reason to it
high road or low road
polly want a *******
click, click, boom
first past the post
i 'm just a smiling sunbeam
barrel of monkeys
to thine ownself be
thank you
what doesn't **** you
hand in the cookie jar
never seen the like
flat out like a lizard drinking
not happy jan!
take a bex and have a good lie down
sunshine and daffodils
slip, slop, slap, put on a hat
life passes by in the blink of an eye
chip on your shoulder
take note
laughter the best medicine
***
brainfreeze
kindness warms the cockles of my heart
if you can't be nice
you did not just say that
umm, ahh,
now you in trouble
quiet now i am watching tv
do not cry
don't spray it, say it
do not tell mum
it was'nt me
hava mint,
please
lol
go to your room
do not pass go do not collect one hundred $$
hello
all the world's a stage... merely players
wanna play
go away busy
want to come over
can i kiss you
push
it's a boy
what a whopper
please i've seen better
do i know you
the dog ate my homework
who now
why am i here
put your clothes on
what goes up must come down
life goes on
is my *** big in this
stop the merry-go-round i want to get off
whatever
i need a dollar
tea anyone
she had a goodlife
sorry
how much
every things coming up roses
what pink pigs flying overhead
snap, crackle, pop
one sugar or two
in case i don't see you
good morning
good evening
and good night
ttyl
out
take a bow you've earned it
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
On August 31, 2012
at 1:44 PM
Tom bought
Value Meal
VM
Whopper
No Onion
Small Fries
Small Soda
Coke
For $6.27
From Jorge
and then went to the North Village Branch of the Austin Public Library
to check out
Superman: The High-Flying History of America's Most Enduring Hero
Returning it undamaged, unmarked
So I could check it out
At 15:31
On September 7, 2012
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
I've thoughts about the Swallows
and laments for my own
I've ears for tales
from sailor boys
who got to bring them home
The majesty of the thralling blue
entices me so vastly
but it's a land of sea I've never knew
Gaze o're the port
Await the crew
Pretend that ship come sailin' in
holds my own tattoos
But years ago I heard the news
of that return
that wasn't coming
The whales and waves
had 'come the graves
the Locker claimed
eight rocker'
But with my grief I felt not fear
though the depths
gulped my dear
And I've still the wish
of crossing tides
but by superstition
of the Hearty Folk
who prowl the shores
I shall abide!
And the legend uses the Swallow
one to depart
one on return
but I'd fall short
to qualify
for the journey coming home
With whopper tales I fell in love
That love took the rest
such is the Sea
I'll keep to the ground
easy to be found
though still dreamin' of
sailing free
But,
I.
can't.
ever.
simply put
my boys are dead
There's none to wait for me.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
feelin lazy today,
so you get what you get,
turn the page
move on
learn from your mistakes
be brave face your fears
footloose and fancyfree
don't run with scissors
smile
stay a while
catch more flies with honey
wrong way turn back
a stitch in time saves nine
when i was your age
no rhyme or reason to it
high road or low road
polly want a *******
click, click, boom
first past the post
i 'm just a smiling sunbeam
barrel of monkeys
to thine ownself be
thank you what doesn't **** you
hand in the cookie jar
never seen the like
flat out like a lizard drinking
not happy jan!
take a bex and have a good lie down
pull your socks up!
sunshine and daffodils
slip, slop, slap, put on a hat
life passes by in the blink of an eye
stand up straight
chip on your shoulder
take note
laughter the best medicine
***
brainfreeze
kindness warms the cockles of my heart
if you can't be nice
you did not just say that
umm, ahh, now you in trouble
quiet now i am watching tv
do not cry
don't spray it, say it
do not tell mum
it was'nt me
hava mint,
please lol
go to your room
do not pass go
do not collect one hundred $$
hello
all the world's a stage... merely players
wanna play
go away busy
want to come over
can i kiss you
push
it's a boy
what a whopper
please i've seen better
do i know you
the dog ate my homework
who now
why am i here
put your clothes on
what goes up must come down
life goes on
is my *** big in this
stop the merry-go-round
i want to get off
whatever
i need a dollar
tea anyone
she had a goodlife
sorry
how much
every things coming up roses
what pink pigs flying overhead
snap, crackle, n'pop
one sugar or two
in case i don't see you
good morning
good evening and good night
ttyl
out
take a bow you've earned it.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
the Vee Tee hipsters delight
in this ferment, Heady Topper
an unfiltered, uncooked, double hopped whopper
with a can in their hand, they’re a real show stopper
but after the bistro night
your intestinal tract
full of brie and this brew, comes under attack
with gas that must pass, like a well that is fracked
and I know this as fact
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
feelin lazy today,
so you get what you get,
turn the page
move on
learn from your mistakes
be brave face your fears
footloose and fancy-free
don't run with scissors
smile
stay a while
catch more flies with honey
wrong way turn back
a stitch in time saves nine
when i was your age
no rhyme or reason to it
high road or low road
polly want a *******
click, click, boom
first past the post
i 'm just a smiling sunbeam
barrel of monkeys
to thine ownself be
thank you what doesn't **** you
hand in the cookie jar
never seen the like
flat out like a lizard drinking
not happy jan!
take a bex and have a good lie down
pull your socks up!
sunshine and daffodils
slip, slop, slap, put on a hat
life passes by in the blink of an eye
stand up straight
chip on your shoulder
take note
laughter the best medicine
***
brainfreeze
kindness warms the cockles of my heart
if you can't be nice
you did not just say that
umm, ahh, now you in trouble
quiet now i am watching tv
do not cry
don't spray it, say it
do not tell mum
it was'nt me
hava mint,
please lol
go to your room
do not pass go
do not collect one hundred $$
hello
all the world's a stage... merely players
wanna play
go away busy
want to come over
can i kiss you
push
it's a boy
what a whopper
please i've seen better
do i know you
the dog ate my homework
who now
why am i here
put your clothes on
what goes up must come down
life goes on
is my *** big in this
stop the merry-go-round,
i want to get off
whatever
i need a dollar
tea anyone
she had a goodlife
sorry
how much
every things coming up roses
what pink pigs flying overhead
snap, crackle, n'pop
one sugar or two
in case i don't see you
good morning
good evening and good night
rinse, repeat. set
now see here
ttyl
out
take a bow you've earned it
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
*speckled cityscape compulsion
<>
it is 6:40am.
the ending credits roll on a Hannibal horror film
that I’ve seen many times.
but it’s just an old rerun, familiar deviltry,
slept through it thankfully
the kitchen window gives up a sunrise,
but it’s just an old rerun, familiar deviltry,
a streaking swath of burnt and bright,
so oft described, the color commentary
previously immortalized by better poets
than me, easy found elsewhere.
the speckled cityscape in this pre-awakened urbanity,
it is their moment, these red flashes, all about,
tall buildings chanting “stay away from me”
to you sleepy pilots, looking for a strip to safely land
in a tumbled jungled of obscene density.
still, they highlight against a river of deep, bright oranges,
burning surrounded by the most beauteous array of shades of blue,
compelled against my will to thankful write,
for gifts such as these cannot be so casually dismissed,
cannot be willfully ignored, to do so, denies our genetic commandments.
a hopeless, thankless task to ask of oneself.
the perhaps intrusive. Sunday, maybe the babies
will visit, macaroons, pre-halloween bags of candy bars,
at the ready, pre-opened by small, tall inner children for sensory testing.
Milk Duds, Heath Bars, Whopper malted ***** Hershey white chocolate,
checked by adults for safety and quality control.
all these I see, in realized eyes and whimsical musings,
in perfect silence, for the Sunday city morning
is worshiping the coming day in a church like silence,
where each patron fills in the empty sounds
with hymns of their own making...by moving their lips
in fervent unspokeness
the sky river reflects more modestly in the East River,
for a reflection is always a second best version.
30 minutes later the real and the apparition both,
disappeared, and a palest sheer blue, white streaked sky,
just an old rerun, familiar deviltry.
why is the sun rising
is so worshipped,
for there will never be a full day of
just sunrise colorations,
but the speckled reds still
a true color, still showing,
on perpetual guard duty,
bidding adieu to its
morning lovers,
until tomorrow,
in my city of lips.
sun. oct. 20 2019
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
She is a girl who is webbed in her own lies
Lies that inflict stringed poison deep into her heart
Heart to the bad and dark, hate to the good and light,
Light loses all fire in her hurt and lost eyes
Eyes closed to continue to dwell in delusions
Delusions that serenade a tune of death to her ears
Ears that flutter with pink liquid that falls
Falls down with the same pink shade of her mouth
Mouth says no evil but embraces all evil
Evil she believes gives love to her soul and mind
Mind forever tangled up for she is a pitiful Persephone
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
Oh, How I love thee, King Burger.
Even after your whopper and shake,
It is a surprise no one will ******
You for not having cake.
Maybe you should marry
A gal who can finely cook
A tasty dish out of dairy
And make her a queen to look.
Live in a castle so large
Colored white all around
Much more grand than a barge
To a peasant t’would astound
These are the things I should love
As fast food is a gift from above.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 7:38 AM UTC
The whooper
I went fishing the other day.Caught a fish that I was surprised.
The fish was a least six inches long.
I took my fish and went to the market to look for beer.
Their I told, the butcher I caught a fish.
That was 12 inches long.
On the way to my house I saw a cop friend of mine.
I told him that i had a fish that was 18 inches long.
I stopped for a few beers at the bar I saw joey the postman.
I told joey that i had a whopper of a fish that was
Two feet long.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
How I Like It
I walk all alone
it's how I like it
being all by myself
it's how I like it
don't need anyone else
it's how I like it
I have no friends
I have no family
living in the streets
begging for money
begging for food
it's how I like it
sleeping in the near-bye woods
in a tent with many holes
I hunt rabbit
I hunt squirrel
I eat bugs
I eat worms
it's how I like it
would die for a Big Mac
would die for a Whopper
can't drink unless it rains
no coat when it's cold
it's how I like it
walking miles everyday
lucky to make a dollar
no drugs to dull my pain
it's how I like it
just waiting for my death
but I'll probably live forever
weighing only eighty pounds
losing more each passing day
it's how I like it
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
A man screams sixty-eight on loop
I thought, ah! year of my brilliant real education
happy days
a woman walks through the exit door
sixty-eight man, now silent walks after her
I'm thinking how to stuff bargains in freezer
as I walked into lift, the naked city drama.....
a very tall man walks past me
ah!...hopes he plays basket-ball
well suited, I'd say
I looked round the store, nothing worth buying
walked out, football on later,
naked city drama...........
A woman came alongside me
stood and starred at me
hey woman, I'm not brad Pitt
go get glasses, stop being so desperate
Ok got a whopper but I have to fancy you like hell
and I don't!..... naked city drama.......
A red bitten apple on a cool shelf
in a super-store
now what will Health and safety say about this
where is the Food and Hygiene Inspectorate
I walked away, hope I can get me some half-priced
chicken.....the naked city drama........
An incompetent buffoon run a metro
product lets give diversity opportunities
yet as immature and unintelligent as bottled water
our Uncle Sam plays his dutiful role
and reminds me of a Kapo...the naked city drama........
An afflicted woman forced into a conspiracy
go do as Mata Hari and do as we say
confused and gullible she plays the game
money, health treatments and her Residence papers
at stake, insecurities abound, fitting in a must
poor lady, I see her a Sonderkommando
.....naked city drama......
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
does any body else remember,
the hungry jacks whopper,
when it had a big hunk of bacon,
or is it just me showing my age.
does any body else remember
when a cup of coffee,
came in just one size,
or am i just feeling old.
does any body else remember,
when chip packets were fuller
and softdrink cans were small and stout.
god i am just so freakin ancient
can some one tell me,
where i parked my dinosaur?
i can't remember!
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
I am in my room
Surrounded by food and drinks
A camera in front of me
An outline of a monologue in my head
40 pieces of Chicken Nuggets
Two large fries
A large coke
And three Big Macs
I shall take my time, there's so much to discuss
Infinite Jest and the Culture Industry
American drugs and entertainment
Its sedative effect on the characters
I start with a Big Mac
Layers of soft bread
The salty cheese and patty enticing my taste buds
Between every few bites
I take a few fries at a time
Soft and sluggish, a slight saltiness on my tongue
How it's mashed by my teeth in mutual consent
Hal Incandenza, Katherine Gompert
Their use of Marijuana in secret
It's effects on the body and their addiction
A garden of salt splashed by the sweet rain of Coke
Flowing down my throat
I shall only worship a God who knew how to cook
And to enjoy a great meal
The medical Attaché's eyes
Gazing perpetually into the screen
Expiring in catatonic bliss
After the Big Macs
I attack the Nuggets
The beautiful effect of its skin
And the barbecue sauce in my mouth
The essence of chicken leaving my mouth wanting more
One by one
With more fries in between
More Coke dances in my mouth
Leaving a suave sensation in my throat
The years named after products
Year of the Whopper
Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment
Year of the Trial size Dove Bar
Mario Incandenza and Gerhardt Schtitt
"Life's endless war against the self you cannot live without"
And the tennis
The endless tennis, the dancing chess of the athletic body
It takes about an hour and a half
A time of bliss
Where I can please my YouTube audience
Where I don't need to think
And the only body part that needs to work
Is my mouth
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 2:18 AM UTC
dense conversations after 3am
waking up at 9 to continue the same dialogue
small talks
useless talks
smiling at the littlest things
and laughing at the silliest jokes
hugs and kisses
secretly holding hands
hotels and lodges
fancy restaurants
cinema backseats
a 4-cheese whopper
disneyland
that silly bucketlist that never gets filled----
regrets
achievements happiness
nostalgia melancholy
missing each other only a few days apart
missing one over the other...
condescension pride and humility
misunderstanding
sadness tears
blurring vision
slowly turning anger
quickly turning hate
pretty soon turning against each other
first apologies...second apologies...third apologies...fourth apologies...fifth...sixth...
et cetera
and forgivess covered by more hate----
and absolution...
for only minutes...
before pain.
and pain and pain
and pain and pain and pain
and pain
et cetera
tears
sobs
weeps
goodbye.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
For want of a better body,
you traded your health instead,
you traded so much, too much,
that in the end you look quite dead.
For want to be, with the times of history,
you picked up the joint and smoked a few,
and now you can't see clearly.
For want to be tough, and protected at the same time,
you wanted to make quick cash the easy way,
instead of hard work to make the dime.
For want of the pleasures,
that this sorry world does have to offer,
you can't tell what's real anymore,
isn't that just a whopper?
For want of something,
you traded more than your share,
you'll lay it all down on the table, no holding back,
now why would you lie so bare?
Because we want something in return,
and never get enough,
we always think we're hot-shots,
till someone calls our bluff.
For shame, for shame,
traditional values have been lost,
for want of individuality,
we traded our morality, and oh at what the cost.
For shame, for shame,
we blame the politics,
we blame everyone else around,
but to us it never sticks.
For want, for shame,
we only have ourselves to blame.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
I'm ******* at saying goodbyes
I'm ******* at using chopstix to catch fireflies
I'm ******* at emotions when I just sit and sigh
I'm ******* at love when all I do is cry
I'm ******* at my job when I just sit and daydream
I'm ******* as fishing when I want a whopper only ending up with a minnow or a small bream
I'm ******* at film endings when all is not what it seems
I'm ******* at most things,
but that's what makes life wonderful,
topped with a bit of squirty cream!
******* is just normal, trust me.
JJB
Aug 8, 2021
Aug 8, 2021 at 6:44 AM UTC
I went fishing the other day.Caught a fish that I was surprised.
The fish was a least six inches long.
I took my fish and went to the market to look for beer.
Their I told, the butcher I caught a fish.
That was 12 inches long.
On the way to my house I saw a cop friend of mine.
I told him that i had a fish that was 18 inches long.
I stopped for a few beers at the bar I saw joey the postman.
I told joey that i had a whopper of a fish that was
Two feet long
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC
The humming of the cast ,
the plop of the bobber
Boyhood daydreams of -
landing a whopper
The cork begins to dance then -
it quickly goes under
The game between angler -
and fish has begun
A flash of the quarry as the
rod bends over double , maybe a bass ,
a perch or a 'channelcat' enticed
to strike from deep down in the -
pond bottom rubble
Give the fish two feet then -
pull back three , heaving left to right in the-
midmorning heat
A final tug at lands end ,
"I've banked a crappie" , proclaims -
a proud young man
A krill filled with every type -
of fish the pond had to offer
Thoughts of bream , coleslaw -
and hush puppies for supper ...
-
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC