"yipee" poems
As firetrucks pass
And crowds gather round
The smoke billows through
From the sky to the ground
The town just watches
And silently gapes
At the mansion that’s burning
Right past the big gate
It’s four houses wide
And three stories tall
With a narrow tin roof
It would be easy to fall
The paint was chipping,
There was rust everywhere
But that was all covered
By the smoke in the air
“Is the monster gone?”
A boy asks his mother
She caresses his ear
And whispers in the other
“I’m not sure, baby.”
“But I hope that it’s true…”
She doesn’t finish the sentence
‘…or he’ll come and take you’.
You see, in this town
They suffered quite a plight
Of a demon that takes children,
Steals them into the night
Also in this town,
On the hill past the gate
Lives a solemn old man
Er well, lived I should say
If you guessed he resided
In that rickety castle
Well your guess would be right,
Now was that such a hassle?
He moved in last summer
And that’s when it started
Parents waking to find,
Their children departed
Without much thought,
The town formed a mob
To track down their kids,
Revenge the lives that were robbed
The signs slowly pointed
To the top of the hill,
To the castle past the gate
And the mob grew shrill
“It’s that man!”
“It’s that creep!”
“Let’s take him down!”
“We’ll band together and drive him out of our town!”
But as you know,
Mobs can be hectic
Then there was fire,
That part wasn’t directed
No one pointed fingers,
No one placed blame
For, you see, their goal
Was ultimately the same
Dispose of the monster,
The man in the house,
And now they all watched
As the fire was doused
The body was covered,
All white with a sheet
He was gone, they did it!
Good job, what a treat!
That night, the children,
All safe in their beds,
Slept soundly and safely
Happy thoughts in their heads
Their parents were jubilant,
All worry-free
Their babies were safe,
So they sighed “Yipee!”
But then midnight came,
To that boy with the mother,
When she awoke.
She cried and she shuddered
Her son, he was gone
Not a trace of him left
But an etching that said,
“I’ll be back for the rest”
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 4:18 AM UTC
Reginald "combover" Twistleton-Smythe
had hair on his head but just on the side
He wore a big hat when out for a walk
Too scared to shave and have a flat-hawk
One day at his Gran's fell asleep after tea
and woke up to find he was combover free
He saw grandmas scissors behind on the shelf
As she looked in his eyes and said "Be yourself!
With that combover thing Reg, you sure do look silly
Go shave your head, you'll look just like Bruce *****
"But my heads the wrong shape, it just wont do the trick,
I'll look less like Bruce ***** and more like a ****
"Listen to your Gran for I always know best,
I'm not saying go out and run round in a vest.
Just cut your hair short and wear it with pride,
it'll be like a mohawk but just on its side"
Reggie "flathawk" I've heard people say
now runs round in vest shouting Yipee Kiyay
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 11:31 AM UTC
The turn of the tide
the swell of the sea
the fizz of the foam
we're at the seaside yipee.
The brown fried onions
for the hamburger with red sauce
to steady one's nerves
on the crazy golf course.
The ride on the donkey
wearing a hat that says "kiss me quick"
Now the teeth are stuck together
it's the toffee apple on the stick.
Go on then just push one more penny
To see it topple the rest down and more
They say just one more will do it!
They say there are pennies galore.
Endless cups of English tea on a cold beach
A gale blowing behind the leaning wind break
But not one little moan do we hear
because it's a holiday for goodess sake.
Grandad has his knotted handkerchief
protecting his red, bald, shiny head.
Grandma is yawning in her creaking deckchair
ready for her nicely made bed.
The turn of the tide
and the swell of the sea.
Digging cold sand with a bucket and *****
to make a sandcastle or three.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Waiting in anticipation for tomorrow to arrive.
Currently, tomorrow hides, it's lying sultry in the shadows, behind my cobweb eyes.
Tomorrow a day of bounty, falls from money tree.
Yipee!
(c)LIVVI 2014
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
Yeah...
Yipee...
Another year older
Another year tran
Another year ****** off...
Another year depressed
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
Once upon a Christmas Eve
When his work was nearly nigh
Santa had a tantrum
And threw his presents to the sky
His reindeer started rioting
Unnerved from all the stress
And poor old Mrs Santa
Stood witness to the mess
"My love, please, what is happening?
Think clearly with your head
We've not got time to waste now
Kids wait you from their beds"
So Santa stopped and listened
He knew he hadn't time
"But dear, you see I'm starving
And I'm gasping for some wine"
So simple was the problem
He'd soon be his fine self
They called for pie and beverage
From their ever trusting elf
The elf he soon delivered
And even brought his friends
As word spread of presents fumbled
So they knew they'd need to mend
And thus commenced a workshop
To fix a trick and more
The elves they fixed the presents
To take the impact of the floor
So thankful for the time save
Santa loaded up his sleigh
He hearded up the reindeer
They were fed then on their way
Now dashing through the darkness
On his journey through the sky
Santa soon delivered gifts
They were thrown from way up high
With the magic of the elves touch
They would land in their right place
Because thanks to Santas tantrum
This years Christmas was a race
So then parents starting rousing
Not knowing what to think
"Is it really raining presents
Or did we have too much to drink?"
The children sleeping soundly
Heard the presents on their way
So they woke up with excitement
"Yipee, it's Christmas Day!"
Luckily for Santa
It all worked out to be fine
But Mrs Santa knew for next year
To keep him topped up with some wine!
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
I am going to a vacation resort,
of a sort,
all inclusive, no cost, it is free.
you see it is like this;
The only rating Stars are the ones I did see,
when the blood pressure goes up, yipee.
It is only for adrenaline junkies,
your heart will pound and race,
you may get red in the face,
your breath will come in gasps,
fall short or be a raspy,
sounds like f'n fun.
I may laugh, I may cry,
My mind will be distracted
(a comment redacted)
or even at a stand still.
I won't be able to think at all.
I only bought one ticket,
at the wicket,
The agent said I have a lifetime of reservations,
more than he knew,
won't be my last trip,
they are holding my next fares, looking for
available dates,
sorry you can't join me, they meant the calendar kind.
Besides,
it is my secret hideaway,
and mine alone,
there is a whole industry built around me, myself and I.
The place well it is well named, the village of An,Xiety.
population 1.
Oh, I heard there might be an opening at a place nearby,
a little bigger, the town of Wor,Ry.
I break into a cold sweat thinking we might be on vacation,
so close together!
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC