Short Funny Poem
TINKLE, TINKLE LITTLE CAR
Tinkle, Tinkle little car
How I wonder what you are.
Leaking oil every day
Having it your own way.
Going up hills real slow
I don't want you any mo'.
Tinkle, Tinkle little car
Boy, what a lemon you are.
poem by Namratha Jyothi
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Money Wordle Coin
G G joint to join
Ahoohoy oh let us ride
Smoking pots of other sweat’s treasure
For our own l-l-l-leasure
For our own p-p-p-pleasure
Money wordle coin
Tinkle tinkle oh little star
Tinkle tinkle sweat scar
Ridden 2 far 2 far
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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her big pants
as she walks
tinkle, tinkle, tinkling coins
quote by by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Harper
Like a drift of faded blossoms
Caught in a slanting rain,
His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harp
In a tremulous refrain:
Patter and tinkle, and drip and drip!
Ah! but the chords were rainy sweet!
And I closed my eyes and I bit my lip,
As he played there in the street.
Patter, and drip, and tinkle!
And there was the little bed
In the corner of the garret,
And the rafters overhead!
And there was the little window --
Tinkle, and drip, and drip!--
The rain above, and a mother's love,
And God's companionship!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Wink Blink nd Twinkle
Tinkle, tinkle
Twinkle, twinkle
Delightful
Sound and sight
Tinkling laughter
Twinkling eyes
Winking and blinking
Light up our skies
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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April Tunes
(To the tune of: April Showers)
Though April showers may come your way,
I will not plagiarize any more today.
So if you're looking for familiar,
Just open your mouth and say,
I will not steal from others, till May!
(To the tune: 3 Blind Mice)
April is nice. April is nice.
I had to say it twice. I had to say it twice.
If you sing along please please do it right.
Don't sing out of tune any day or night.
If you do I will punch out your light.
April is nice. Now I've said it thrice.
(To The Tune: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star)
Tinkle Tinkle Simpson's Bart,
Please lift the seat wherever you are.
If you use a urinal this April dude,
Please stand closer than six foot two.
Tinkle Tinkle Simpson's Bart.
You must sit down if you let a fart.
(To The Tune: Row Row Row Your Boat)
Blow blow blow your nose,
April allergies can be mean.
You better pay attention if
The mucus is red or green.
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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Memory of April
You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip--
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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The Man With The Bag
The man with the bag
Written by dudley a. brooks, hal stanley, and irving taylor
Oh mr. kringle, is soon gonna jingle,
(old, not oh)
The bells thatll tinkle all your troubles away
(tingle, not tinkle)
Everybodys waitin for the man with the bag,
cause christmas is comin again.
Hes got a sleighfull, thats not gonna stay-full
(sleighful, not sleighfull)
Hes got stuff to drop at every stop on the way
Of the way, not on the way
Everybodys waitin for the man with the bag,
cause christmas is comin again.
(christmas, not christmas)
Hell be here,
With the answers to the prayers that you made through the year
(answer, not answers)
Youll get yours
If youve done everything you should, extra-special good.
Hell make this december, the one youll remember,
The best and the merriest you ever did have
Everybodys waitin for the man with the bag
Christmas is here again!
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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I love Tinkle, it's really the most fun I've had in years.
quote by David Cross
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neighbour's chopin
the tinkle of my spoon
against the tea cup
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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haiku
a crystal clear tinkle
in the mind
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Starving to please
Far, you please her eyes.
Near, you please her ears.
Away, you fill her thoughts.
With her, you tinkle her passion.
Over her, you comfort her.
No returns.
To please a woman is to please the self.
03.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Well, I have since seen you at Tinkle. It's a comedy show started by David Cross, me and Jon Benjamin. It features a wide variety of acts for all tastes and seasons.
quote by Todd Barry
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Waterfront Solitude
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Less than a bell's tinkle
fainter than a whistle
stars in the sky twinkle
your breath a hushed whisper
O the tiniest sparkle
dapple on glassy water
far from distant heckles
my soul freed from shackles
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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A Peal Of Bells
Strike the bells wantonly,
Tinkle tinkle well;
Bring me wine, bring me flowers,
Ring the silver bell.
All my lamps burn scented oil,
Hung on laden orange-trees,
Whose shadowed foliage is the foil
To golden lamps and oranges.
Heap my golden plates with fruit,
Golden fruit, fresh-plucked and ripe;
Strike the bells and breathe the pipe;
Shut out showers from summer hours—
Silence that complaining lute—
Shut out thinking, shut out pain,
From hours that cannot come again.
Strike the bells solemnly,
Ding dong deep:
My friend is passing to his bed,
Fast asleep;
There's plaited linen round his head,
While foremost go his feet—
His feet that cannot carry him.
My feast's a show, my lights are dim;
Be still, your music is not sweet,—
There is no music more for him:
His lights are out, his feast is done;
His bowl that sparkled to the brim
Is drained, is broken, cannot hold;
My blood is chill, his blood is cold;
His death is full, and mine begun.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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That Light - That Sound
'I've noticed that light before, ' she said,
'In the pale of the dawn
In a passing storm,
In the eyes of a child having fun;
In the stories I'm told
In the glitter of gold
In the habit of many a nun.'
'I've noticed that sound before, ' she said,
'In the tinkle of glass
In the whisper of grass
In the ring of an ambulance bell;
In the patter of rain
In a whimper of pain
In the secrets that children tell.'
18 May 1971
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Somehow, Somewhere
Somehow, Somewhere,
There lived a cow with a tinkle,
attached to neck, both mom and baby were well-fed,
till one day a lion came,
hungry one and took the baby under his custody,
Mom wept and cried,
Baby also,
But lion didn't agreed,
for he was hungry and his ruthlessness,
made mom and baby separated
poem by Suruchi Puri
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Don't Laugh (I Love You)
and when the sun turns to snow
and the grass doesn't grow
don't laugh i love you
i could look outside my window every day
but you wouldn't be there to come out and play
don't laugh
ernest hemmingway would always be there 4 me
but now ernest hemmingway is dead
if i could get u back someday
don't u say you're going away
and if you licked (locked) me in the sun
to the tinkle i would run
i love you
song performed by by Ween
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In Love With The Drink
I remember her clear blue eyes;
Her hair sleek, raven black.
I remember her laugh, a tinkle of bells,
As we danced the night away.
I remember when we walked, joyous,
As if on moonbeams along the river hand in hand.
That was before she fell in love with the drink,
And out of love with me.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Early Morning Tea
You are growing convalescent
As pain's fingers are withdrawn;
And you waken in a strange, white room at last;
Yet your thought is aught but pleasant
In the cold, grey winter dawn,
As you realise a weakness not yet past.
Then a little sound comes creeping
From some distant inner shrine,
And you bid farewell to sleeping
At that trebly welcome sign.
'Tis the tink-clink-tinkle of a teacup,
From morbid thought imagination stirs;
And with sharp anticipation you await the glad libation
The draught of draughts the thristing tongue prefers.
And you listen for that soul-uplifting gurgle,
As from the precious pot you hear them pour
The golden brew you're craving . . . Then a weak, white hand is waving
To the white capped Sister smiling at the door.
More than all that Juno's daughter
Bore to tables of the great,
Sweeter far than all Olympian Hippocrene,
More than all man's heady water
Is the nectar you await,
Now to nibble bred-and-butter in between.
Say, can this be stuff man gobbles
Listlessly some afternoon?
Or, to sound of bells and bobbles,
Underneath a bright bush moon?
Hear that tink-clink-tinkle of the teacup,
And the rattle of the spoon against the cup.
Was cup-bearer ever sweeter? Then you meekly smile to greet her
And most valiantly struggle to sit up.
So, having quaffed, your head sinks to the pillow,
And you know contentment, lately past belief,
As, your heavy eyelids closing, once again you fall to dozing
While you bless all China and the precious leaf.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Love: A Gift
Love is a gift
For the Special Ones,
It is fragrance of the roses,
Shyness,
Delicacy,
Perplexity,
And tinkle of the petals
Fondness of flower fly,
Silence of the airs;
It contains,
The glimpse of moon,
The shine of stars,
Heat of the sun,
And whisper of the breeze;
Love is a gift,
For the special ones.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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