Higgledy Piggledy

[unpredictablebijou]

O y'all are just so brilliant.

I hate to correct anyone, least of all Tzara, who can write better form poetry drunk, left-handed and half-asleep than I will on any of my best days, but it's always good to challenge people a bit. Lest I be seen as unreasonable, I'll stop critiquing him and just go back to being Poetry Mom.

I'm loving this thread. I'm happy everyone is having a good time with it. It's a good little practice exercise.

bj

 

[sassynyc]

higgledy piggledy
betty boop
is her sizzling
voluptuous anme alt

embodies her
sepiatonally
molten curvatures
bring traffic to halt

 

[Angeline]

One two three, one two two:
Angeline (Eyez guy, too)
Lives up in Moxieland
Near Stephen King.

Not that that, of course, means
Decapitoriling,
Just that they're Mainers, well,
At least through Spring.

1, 2 3, 4, um 5
Angeline (Eyez guy, too)
Got through a winter that
Was damn thrillin.

Put the screen windows in
Unnecessarily.
It's still damn cold out there,
But we're grillin.

 

[Tzara]

Squiggley wigglywoo
Champagne of Eighty-two
Fires a rifle with
Excellent score.

Freudian gun symbol,
Heterosexual?
Champie has said that she
Likes them big bore.

 

[champagne1982]

Squiggley wigglywoo
Champagne of Eighty-two
Fires a rifle with
Excellent score.

Freudian gun symbol,
Heterosexual?
Champie has said that she
Likes them big bore.

Penises Weenises
T-Zed be da guy
tuggin' on he bone
thinkin' he be super-size

Walkin' thru da bistro
ostentatiously
struttin' his nekkidness
afore da ladeez wide-eyez.

 

[Tzara]

Penises Weenises
T-Zed be da guy
tuggin' on he bone
thinkin' he be super-size

Walkin' thru da bistro
ostentatiously
struttin' his nekkidness
afore da ladeez wide-eyez.

Warily, scarily,
Tristan Tzara (me!)
Carries a stove pipe-sized
Thing 'tween his legs.

"Please do not write of me
Hagiographically.
Know that it's steel and not
Real," he then begs.

 

[champagne1982]

Warily, scarily,
Tristan Tzara (me!)
Carries a stove pipe-sized
Thing 'tween his legs.

"Please do not write of me
Hagiographically.
Know that it's steel and not
Real," he then begs.

jingeldy jangledy
oh so skeptical me
watched as he struggled
with legs bent and bowed

to walk with his cannon
exhibitionistically
held there draped over his arm
since at dawn his cock crowed.

 

[champagne1982]

Warily, scarily,
Tristan Tzara (me!)
Carries a stove pipe-sized
Thing 'tween his legs.

"Please do not write of me
Hagiographically.
Know that it's steel and not
Real," he then begs.

jingledy jangledy
oh so skeptical me
watched as he struggled
with his legs bent and bowed

to strut out his stuff
exhibitionistically
in front of the ladies who sighed
at dawn when his cock crowed.

 

[champagne1982]

That was a quirky damned posting. I thought I'd lost the first so came up with the second and now they laud the crowing rooster way too much. LOL

 

[Tzara]

Lady Chatterley's Lover
Summarized for you by Professor Tzara
In two easy, paired dactylic parts

1.

Flittery flattery,
Ms. Constance Chatterley
Had an affair with a
Guy named Mellors.

Fucked on each hill and dale,
Celebratorial.
(Connie was frisky and
Liked it outdoors.)​

2.

Bitterly, batterly,
Sir Clifford Chatterley
Found that his wife was out
Screwing the help.

Upset and shocked, did he
Unhesitatingly
Send Connie packing. She
Fled. Happy yelp!​

 

[Tzara]

That was a quirky damned posting. I thought I'd lost the first so came up with the second and now they laud the crowing rooster way too much. LOL

<-- Click me.

 

[champagne1982]

<-- Click me.

hehheh

 

[Tzara]

Higgledy Piggleness,
Eve, Mistress Wickedness
Writes poems of flair, duress,
Conrad. Ceilings.

Bats, you know. Not baseball.
Unphotographical.
Lyrical. Radical.
Hugo, his stings.



I tried to work "spreader bar" into this, but the meter is all wrong.

 

[champagne1982]

I tried to work "spreader bar" into this, but the meter is all wrong.

bar of the spreading? No No... not the bistro bar... sheesh... spreader bar = bar of the -- you know?

 

[WickedEve]

Higgledy Piggleness,
Eve, Mistress Wickedness
Writes poems of flair, duress,
Conrad. Ceilings.

Bats, you know. Not baseball.
Unphotographical.
Lyrical. Radical.
Hugo, his stings.



I tried to work "spreader bar" into this, but the meter is all wrong.

Ha! I was doing a search, looking for one of my Conrad poems and I came across this. Too cute!