"wookie" poems
Chewie hasn’t touched his food
I hope he’ll be o.k..
It hasn’t been the same for him
Since Leia passed away.
He’s a melancholy Wookie
as anyone can see.
He mopes around the ship all day
And he’s molting terribly
Twas bad enough when Obi-wan
was struck down by Darth Vader.
But it’s no surprise when an old man dies
That’s expected, now or later.
Our Princess was a force you see
Bringing gales of laughter
which is why we want her here
and not in the hereafter.
He’s a melancholy Wookie
as anyone can see.
He mopes around the ship all day
And he’s molting terribly.
I hope one day we’ll meet again
In Mos Eisley’s Cantina
That gold bikini may not fit
But we’d still be glad to see her.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
Will it be all the nights of your bed empty when I couldn't sleep?
Are you going to choose instead, the moment
I put underwear on my head and asked in a horrible Russian accent,
"Would you like some bread?"
(--Look that wasn't entirely all my fault I...
had a lot of coffee and had been awake two days in a row.)
I'd prefer--
the flash of my mouth at your belly,
the way your cold feet shock me awake and
the run-on-wheezing-snorts
from you making me laugh so hard I cried.
Actually, I'd prefer
every moment of every day I said I loved you in cups of morning coffee.
Bacon and egg breakfasts.
Hanging out of cars and making Wookie calls;
the moment you taught me about Baba Yaga and I said
you were the smartest man alive.
I'd prefer if you remembered me when I go,
as the sun on your face in the morning after you get to sleep in.
(because I know how work, life, goes for you.
They never let you sleep in.)
As the lips on your closed eyes,
as the love that men and women fight and die for--
wrote legends, penned scripts and made movies about.
That love, our love.
I'd prefer if you just remembered me
as love.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
A Long time ago in a galaxy far far away
there was a young boy who who met a few robots a jedi knight a wookie , a space cowboy and a princess. later he meets a dark lord who he finds out is his father from a green backward talking green alien and the old jedi master
who teaches him how to be a jedi
they travel to a forest where they meet a few teddy bears
then the young man finds out the princess is his sister
then he meets his dad the dark lord who he then kills
then there is a teddy bears party
The end
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC
Smuggler of the goods of life,
...rugged Hero, brawn and bone.
Laser pistol, utility belt...
Ship of speed you call a home.
Smuggler of the goods of life,
...outlaw cast into his place.
Wookie brother, strange alliance...
Transgress all rules, the laws of space.
Solo,
you are not and now,
...all of space filled in-kind.
An Empire awaits you...
You smuggler of the goods of life.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
Hey Princess my name is Han, I picture us together in a Galaxy Far Far Away
I promise you adventure to say the least
I'm not saying the courtship will be all filled with peace
I will fly you in a spaceship which is very nice
I hope you are able to withstand some strife
I have to let you know that I have a kind of pet he is quite unique
He is a Wookie you may in fact rather kiss him than me
If my mannerisms get under your skin
I feel I should warn you about the competition that is interested in You
I heard about a fat ugly guy named Jabba The Hut, he might even want to imprison you
Well I heard you once were interested in your brother, I am willing to overlook that fact
I can tell you that dating me is not boring to say the least
We will fight against The Empire and you will get to meet many Jedi Knights
You and I together will have to dodge fire from Storm trooper guns
Not to mention the dictator Darth Vader wants to **** both me and you
I will let you know if this don't appeal to you or sound like to much fun
You could date a certain doctor named DR. Who and see were he and his Tardis might take you.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
I need to write a poem
But look, Jake and Amir
Just one video, Amir has got braces oh dear
I'll get back to work soon after this
Wookie Jesus and kittens that explode
New info on The Last Of Us the movie
And cracked's opinion on sushi
And this gif wont load
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Hey Princess my name is Han, I picture us together in a Galaxy Far Far Away
I promise you adventure to say the least
I'm not saying the courtship will be all filled with peace
I will fly you in a spaceship which is very nice
I hope you are able to withstand some strife
I have to let you know that I have a kind of pet he is quite unique
He is a Wookie you may in fact rather kiss him than me
If my mannerisms get under your skin
I feel I should warn you about the competition that is interested in You
I heard about a fat ugly guy named Jabba The Hut, he might even want to imprison you
Well I heard you once were interested in your brother, I am willing to overlook that fact
I can tell you that dating me is not boring to say the least
We will fight against The Empire and you will get to meet many Jedi Knights
You and I together will have to dodge fire from Storm trooper guns
Not to mention the dictator Darth Vader wants to **** both me and you
I will let you know if this don't appeal to you or sound like to much fun
You could date a certain doctor named DR. Who and see were he and his Tardis might take you.
This is dedicated to some friends of mine who are big science fiction fans, and my daughter who likes DR. Who
I also give credit to George Lucas who created the Star Wars films and Whoever created DR. Who
#science #star #personal #wars #fiction #ad
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
*We don't need no wookie, Tony.
No, wookie, Tony.
You don't need no wookie, Tony.
No, wookie, Tony.*
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
You're the peanut to my butter
And the toast to my jam
You love me with my faults
You know who I really am
You're the Hershey to my kiss
And the bumble to my bee
When I am around you
I feel comfortable and free
You're the star to my burst
And milk to my cookie
How much do I love you?
More than Han loves his Wookie!
You're the flip to my flop
And the she to my nannigans
Crap, I wrote myself in a corner
What rhymes with that?.....
Mannequins!!
Rhyming skills aside
You're the best part of me
I'll always be right by your side
From here to eternity.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
Well...
I heard it from Pookie
Who's real tight with Sookie
You know 'cuz
They're twins 'n all
And they're both from the neighborhood
When it all went down, guess they seen it too
Eyewitnesses times four
You know 'cuz
They two got a pair of blinkers
You know --peepers! Oculus instruments
You know ... These! (Wink wink hint hint)
Brown eyed, blue bright
Or "whatever you say Iris!"
She was the one with the twirly hair
And the swirly speech
Rollin' up on all of her
You know ... Gelatinous gelatina ****
Rubberneckin'
Don't mess with this!
"Uh huh"
"Nah ah, oh no she didn't ..."
Throwing ghetto out her mouth
Talkin about. yo mama
So PHAT
(Pretty Hot & Tempting)
For a rotisserie or deep fried in Crisco...
And you know
If the chicken heads are plucky and loud
Clucking chis-miss rumors
About
How she did done killed her molester
"Down that poor dirt road"
"I can still hear the gospel sang,
the surrounding churches'
Southern love to be loud, wafting
With the breeze through the long grass
Walking, closer to home, a hush...
Back when we folk were shiny skinned
With sweat of Summers' Lovin
Or late night lullaby in' ...
Baby's lil babe
She said he couldn't fall to sleep
Until this Final one"
When it all went Smack!
Talking for no reason now
(Just wanna be heard)
Throwing shade in the hot shadows
Her hollering voice
Reciting not laws but what's right for sho'.
A weeping willow
A peacock
A desperate clarinet cry
Look here now ! Don't miss out !
And that was when Pookie & Sooky
Took home mama Mook,
Who's complaining like Chubacca
Furry as the Wookie
Drunk as the fish in Tequila Seas...
But whatever battle she took to words
In the shadow of
Bars brawls and loss of conscience,
Everyone here / neighbors hear
The hoods we're in
She said the clouds! in the sky
"They was the lot of them
throwing most heinous shade!"
And whatever
You took from that there blathering
Wagging tongues
Talking smack. (That's on you)...
*In the dim domain of drank and diggitty
They carry the haunch away*
Three shadow figures
one is itchin' at her arm...
Smack
Throwing Shade.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
I choose paper ****** I am going cellulose.
Even Cinderella knows the tone of Bellow's
Prose is bellicose. Let's smoke some bath salts
Then eat that fella's nose. What up!
To all my jellicles. Looky looky
I got hooky. Put on my robe and wizard
Hat. Speak Wookie to Sookie. If 2 cents
Equals three bucks, Skeletor has acid reflux.
Roll over based god. Don't be hoven
From your umgebung. Chew Ummagumma
To bubblegum. Get slim in your jungle
Jim. Calling all Mongolians.
Those alligators have razor bumps. If they
Publish this bunkum Faber & Faber
Are chumps. Plants have lovely lady lumps,
Trucks like sanitation dumps. Angler
Fish love lamp. El Dorado love Ponyboy.
Caught a full house on the Rio Grande complete
With domovoi. Know how I know you're poor?
The roaches on your toilet can sing Ode to Joy.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
*** yir ******* skids outta
m'ah 'uckin feece!
god i love that place,
glasgow is like birmingham
of the north...
a rotten scow to nowhere,
unless it be a place that
spoke: deep-fried mars bar
for breakfast -
you scurvy worth of
the tangled sailor! ****
gods took to the twallop,
and i takes me to the
rool ups!
got a bargain with a shrimp
you belfast *****
my **** you 'av!
next time they sing: sweet dover,
i'll have you marrying the *****
cult of: shard!
ye storm ah heed!
**** me an' timber twice:
V fooking eye of ye, hire-crane!
******** twice,
three times removed
the drunk... huh?!
it's all plus minus with me by
now...
ha ha!
had a cousin, didn't say why,
cursed & numbed the cuss words
like a nun ought to know why...
so i says me:
lingua the leash - earn the ir -
softspot for the tucker-jacks
and the irish lepers: shauns they
called them...
he he...
look at me:
all smug and waiting
for brussel sprouts out the paan tree...
what's with these wallaby terms?
panchree? panna quinoa, panna cotta?
******* as clingy as those pepsoowongs,
or wangs or pepsoos.
as the english queers say
F F Θ, but then pull out a churchill -
and vey v girman vey such & such...
they and way become indistinguishable -
churchie and the welsh abbey become
one and the same with either V
as "peace", or the V and the welsh
longbowmen **** you...
v'eh point... wayward: too soon...
vuck!
wook?
wookie?
va va voom!
woonder-brum, brimming,
bra bra bra... ha ha ha...
dried it all off with the giggles...
then it became apparent:
the man settled for the dozen,
whether it was a dozen of ostriches,
hyenas,
bunches of lychee,
leaks,
bulgarian strippers -
or worse...
a dozen of english rhetoricians,
notably gay;
**** what a gamble.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
Rap game is a glass ceiling,
Shucky ducky quack quack,
Lame ***** reeling,
Over oldies and throwbacks.
Imitating vaudevillians,
Because originality has flattened,
Such simpletons,
More useless than pions,
Lacking the accuracy,
Of a destructo-disc thrown by Krillin.
Tacky ducks more quack than Daffy.
Quirky queens more dunce than Daphne.
The mystery is in the ink that separates,
The Shaggy’s from the prodigies.
Could stab a friend in the back,
For snacks like Scooby.
Not much of a strategy.
It’s like your trying to intentionally,
Upset a Wookie.
Maybe your just tone deaf,
Like Eminem referencing the dougie,
Or make dad jokes more horrific than Chucky.
Get it?
Because chucky is a horror movie?
Why aren’t you laughing?
Rap game is a glass ceiling,
Shucky ducky quack quack,
Lame ***** reeling,
Over oldies and throwbacks.
Ll cool j don’t call it a comeback,
Slavery of the masses,
Taking Prozac,
To combat malpractice,
Depression a felon inside and outside,
Laws becoming lawless and unbalanced,
Innocents committing suicide,
Because the powerful are careless,
These ******* should be embarrassed,
That their privileged ***
Can fake smiles enough to win Emmy’s
Minds material madness.
Gotta mind your true enemy.
Instead of being consumed by fadness.
Losing ones humanity,
To become the next Ken or Barbie.
But you too bad and boujee,
A hollow shell stuck in comatose,
Consumed by the sea,
Set up to fall like dominos,
Thinking you free,
But can’t see,
As the crows grow,
Bundled in circles,
As your drowning,
In asbestos,
For every pro there are cons that lurk in the shadows.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 4:04 PM UTC
If royalty moost likely
spotlight ye would dodge
nonetheless anointed, deemed, granted...
within humble abode
of your lodge
most righteous, magnanimous, gracious...
among confrère noblesse oblige.
Methinks twas foolhardy of me
when joost a mere young man
(more'n half agoo me lifespan)
ye always acknowledging me birthdate,
(although tomorrow a day early,
and dollar long)
regarding thirteenth of Jan.
Your sisterly affection doth buoy
inside mine heart and soul
first born of three offspring
begat courtesy Boyce
and Harriet Harris handed lead role
par exemplar to officiate (figuratively)
filial obeisance, particularly
when older analogous to foal
abiding maternal horse sense, thus I extol.
As your brother, rhetorical question I ask
how often did thee deserve to bask
within metaphorical sunshine to exceed
regarding care and concern emotional task
tenderly "mothering" kith and kin,
ye divinely didst shew,
especially yours truly
now he dost rue
he rarely did communicate -
hermetically within his
hermetically sealed queue
detached, isolated, outsourced,
I may as well lived in Peru
(think Machu Picchu)
courtesy schizoid personality disorder
leavened, prepared, and sprinkled with
obsessive compulsiveness
for good measure ooh
and aah barely registered
consciousness, and knew
not what blessedness constituted hew
as tremendous precious jewel few
chore birthdays promise with clear clue
how ye go above and beyond
call of sisterly duty aware remaining life
(mine) would be far inadequate to accrue
equitable devotional, emotional,
and financial recompense.
Hence feeble attempt
to distill some essence
with words that appear
incomprehensible and dense,
cuz writing more comfortable
verses talking, which
often jabbering (more like a wookie)
(think fictional hirsute humanoids
in Star Wars universe)
often makes no cents.
Tempus fugit fleets at light speed
quasi immortality conferred as generations rebreed
all the while unwittingly transmitting indeed
idiosyncrasies, mutations, quarks... such as greed
myopia, selfishness... at death sorrow doth bleed.
Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC