Sock Monkeys Day Out(children's poem)
The Sock Monkeys
Arose and got a key
They have a nice car
That shines like star.
It was just a fine day
Sock Monkeys were happy
Activity filled their house
Scurrying around was Mouse
Happy Lumpy and Huggy
Stubby Flappy Lips and Grumpy
All got in quickly in red car
And laughed happily munching bar
Then they went mall for some shopping
After that they went for some dining
Then they went for some movie theater peeking
And finished fun day with 'Curious George' watching!
October 14,2009
poem by Dorian Petersen Potter
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More Fun Than A Barrel Of Monkeys
there are multiple questions pertaining to the concept,
'more fun than a barrel of monkeys.'
how big is the barrel?
how many monkeys are we talking about?
how big are the monkeys? Are we talking spider monkeys, chimps, baboons or what?
Are the monkeys old or young and where's the barrel, inside or outside?
If you leave the monkeys in the barrel, you got a problem:
they'll die in their own excrement,
if you lift the lid and let them out,
they might kill you.
a monkey can rip out your eyes, is that fun?
monkeys, leaping and running around the house, can do a lot of damage, is that fun?
monkeys are dirty, so... what exactly do you consider fun?
what's it going to be like trying to get the monkeys back in the barrel?
would that be fun?
what would the neighbors think of you, if you released the monkeys into their yards?
what happens if the police gets involved?
it could mean everything imaginable is more fun than a barrel of these animals.
maybe even more fun than a barrel of human beings.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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I Turned You On
I turned you on
Now I can't turn you off
I turned you on
Now I can't turn you off
What a good, good feeling
A great sensation oh you and me baby
A good combination
Sock it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me
Baby I started but I can't stop
I admit that I started baby
Oh but I can't stop it
What a good, good feeling
A great sensation oh you and me baby
A good combination
Sock it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me
And get it George
Oh I turned you on sock it to me
Sock it to me, sock it to me
I turned you on
But I can't turn you off
Baby I said I turned you on
But I can't turn you off
Come on girl light my fire
Set me a little bit higher wooh
Round and round and up and down we go
Where we gonna stop baby nobody knows
Sock it to me, whip it to me
Give it to me, sock it to me
Sock it to me
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grumpy Lumpy
Grumpy Lumpy cut his wrist
Grumpy Lumpy’s veins were missed
All of the doctors and all the doctor’s men
Sewed Grumpy Lumpy together again
poem by Lenore Lee
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It's Your Thing
It's your thing
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
It's your thing
Do what you wanna do now
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
If you want me to love you, maybe I will
I need you woman, it ain't no big deal
You need love now, just as bad as I do
Make's me no difference now, who you give your thing to
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do now
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
I'm not trying to run your life,
I know you wanna do what's right,
Ah, give your love girl, do whatever you choose,
How can you lose, with the stuff you use?
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do
I can't tell you
Who to sock it to
It's your thing (It's your thing)
Do what you wanna do
Don't let me tell you
Who to sock it to
Let me hear you say it's my thing (It's your thing),
I do what I wanna do......
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Monkeys Must Know What's Good For Them
Monkeys do mind,
How a banana peels.
And how that's done,
To quicken the taste.
Why bananas do appeal,
And not coconuts?
I had not seen this spoken.
Or discussed in a fuss.
The monkeys must know what's good for them.
As they get their vitamins.
And swing from high vines.
The monkeys must know what's good for them.
And we...
Unfortunately,
Are not monkeys.
The monkeys must know what's good for them.
As they get their vitamins.
And swing from high vines.
The monkeys must know what's good for them.
And we...
Unfortunately,
Are not monkeys.
Monkeys do mind,
How a banana peels.
And how that's done,
To quicken the taste.
Why bananas do appeal,
And not coconuts?
I had not seen this spoken.
Or discussed in a fuss.
And we...
Unfortunately,
Are not monkeys.
The monkeys must know what's good for them.
As they get their vitamins.
And swing from high vines.
Stripping exotic trees,
Of fruit they leave.
The monkeys must know what's good for them.
And we,
Unfortunately...
Are not monkeys.
The monkeys must know what's good for them.
And,
We...
Unfortunately,
Are not monkeys.
The monkeys must know what's good for them.
And we,
Unfortunately...
Are not monkeys.
Monkeys must know what's good for them.
But we...
Unfortunately,
Are not monkeys.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Happy Hogan’s Hotel
Welcome to Happy Hogan’s Hotel
with a bedpan under the bed
for when the call of nature calls
in the middle of the night.
We would not like you to get
cold tootsies walking on the floor
or stumble about in the dark
looking for the toilet door.
We include a tin of air freshener
in case the air gets noxious too
and a box of matches so you can wee straight
and not across the floor.
If you do, it will leak through the ceiling
and onto the person on the floor below
and they might not be happy
lying in a soggy bed.
Welcome to the Happy Hogan’s Hotel
your needs are what we happily cater for
and any complaint will be dealt with quickly
in the alley around the back,
it is quite painless and it is also free.
We’ve never had any complaints
after they see the sumo wrestler
whose job is to sort them out.
Welcome to the Happy Hogan’s Hotel
and we hope you like your stay
the atmosphere here is always cheerful
as any prison can be.
If you don’t want to visit
then you know just what to do.
When you are asked to pay your fine
just do it on time
or you to can join us
at the Happy Hogan’s Hotel.
17 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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A shopping list
Love
Nice thought
Gives butterflies
Eves in paradise
Chocolate bars
Dresses of stars
Soap bubbles
Priceless doubles
Warm handshakes
Body earthquakes
Happy lips pills
Spinning mills
Of hap happy hoops
Rainbow loops
Spoonful of honey
Yoohoo joy
From a boy
A busy buzzing bee
Who thinks of me
Nice thought
Never bought
By money
In a big shopping mall
Of my soul
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Smartest Monkeys
Well man created the cardboard box to sleep in it
And man converted the newspaper to a blanket
Well you have to admit that hes come a long way
Since swinging about in the trees
Were the smartest monkeys
The smartest monkeys
The evidence is all around
Our brains are bigger
This weve found
The smartest monkeys
Well man discovered the park bench can make a transition
And the rubbish tip makes a valid form of nutrition
With discoveries like these
Civilisation agrees
To give itself a pat on the back
Were the smartest monkeys
The evolutions plain to see
Were the dominant of the species
The smartest monkeys
We brought the caveman from the stoneage
To the subways of the modern world
How they pack so many in
Quick call the guinness book of records
Well you have to admit...
Were the smartest monkeys...
song performed by by Xtc
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Surrendering
Surrendering like an ape
The subjugated man is akin to monkeys.
Following in the steps of a god
The men are like cowards
For their grins are the same
And they wear falsehood with their brow.
These mammals surrender, and fight
For their survival, forming work
To accomplish and be proud about.
These apes and monkeys are solemn
Sometimes, innocent and happy,
And yet not one of them relieves another.
poem by Naveed Akram
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So I Hop
I look for a pair of socks.
But I can only find one sock.
I can not put both feet in one sock!
So I hop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sock
It was early one morning
When I heard something horrible close by snoring
There, on the floor by my bed I could see
A long dark strange shape, mouth open staring at me
I had to hold my nose the smell was so foul
And as I wondered what it was, it gave a growl
So quickly I grabbed a pillow and threw it hard
Only to miss it by more than a yard
This thing was fast that's for sure
Like lightning it moved to hide behind the door
To my surprise I soon discovered
That this thing was an animal like no other
I was indeed put in a state of shock
When I identified this terrifying animal as my sock
A sock that I had worn for many weeks
And had lost but not washed and badly reeked
How I was going to catch this rodent sock I had no idea
So sat in bed thinking until it disappeared
When there was no sign of the sock to be seen
I decided quickly to prepare the washing machine
Set to ‘intensive' and with lots of soap
I waited patiently and in hope
For sooner or later the sock must appear
Drawn by curiosity and the smell of cheese and cheap beer
Sure enough I hadn't needed to wait long
For the trap was set using a cheese and beer smelling thong
It rushed around the corner and into the machine
And I quickly slammed the door and set it on clean
After two hours of being tumbled washed and dried
I took the poor fellow out who was more dead than alive
Now weeks later I'm pleased to show
Everything is back to normal as I wear my thong outside my pants wherever I go
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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Happy, I Guess
I think I'm very happy
Because I feel really good
I'm not all grumpy and sad
I feel happy because I should
Sad and mad and glad and bad
Mixed emotions I used to keep
At night I used to toss and turn
But now I get plenty of sleep
I'm a great person most of the time
And I keep good company always
The only time that I get all grumpy
Is on those sunny days
I should be happy...I really should
No one can convince me of less
I should be happy and make others happy
I should always be happy I guess
poem by Kyle S. Hamp
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I thought that my movie career was finished. I was quite happy to dedicate myself 100% to the theater. Surprisingly enough, I've never gotten so many work offers. It's so exciting, this feeling of a new beginning after 40.
quote by Amy Irving
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Monkey Gone To Heaven
There was a guy
An under water guy who controlled the sea
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge
From new york and new jersey
This monkeys gone to heaven
The creature in the sky
Got sucked in ahole
Now theres a hole in the sky
And the grounds not cold
And if the grounds not cold
Everything is gonna burn
Well all take turns
Ill get mine, too
This monkeys gone to haven
Rock me joe!
If man is 5 [3x]
Then the devil is 6 [5x]
Then God is 7 [3x]
This monkeys gone to heaven
song performed by by Pixies
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The Mouse Wedding
The Bride holds her flowers and straightens her veil
The Groom cleans his whiskers and straightens his tail
The Tiny biscuit box church is full of light
The bells chime loudly, the sun shines bright
The two families of mice sit either side
As the groom mouse waits for his bride inside
She arrives making the wedding complete
Dress that’s a white sock with holes for her feet
The priest mouse continues, being well versed
The rings are passed over as had been rehearsed
A mouse in the pews can’t stop her cough
So she is quickly, quietly lead off
The kiss is taken the crowd all cheer
So joyful that this day is here
The couple leave and all pile outside
A stretched white roller skate for a ride
Then at the reception with all the relations
Forgotten the days stress and frustrations
Shaking their tails on the dance floor
Begging the DJ to play some more
A buffet of nibbles, the most they could make
And three tiers of cheese form the wedding cake
Whatever the animal from human to mice
Sharing your life makes it twice as nice
poem by Flying Lemming
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The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 148
The Bride holds her flowers and straightens her veil
The Groom cleans his whiskers and straightens his tail
The Tiny biscuit box church is full of light
The bells chime loudly, the sun shines bright
The two families of mice sit either side
As the groom mouse waits for his bride inside
She arrives making the wedding complete
Dress that’s a white sock with holes for her feet
The priest mouse continues, being well versed
The rings are passed over as had been rehearsed
A mouse in the pews can’t stop her cough
So she is quickly, quietly lead off
The kiss is taken the crowd all cheer
So joyful that this day is here
The couple leave and all pile outside
A stretched white roller skate for a ride
Then at the reception with all the relations
Forgotten the days stress and frustrations
Shaking their tails on the dance floor
Begging the DJ to play some more
A buffet of nibbles, the most they could make
And three tiers of cheese form the wedding cake
Whatever the animal from human to mice
Sharing your life makes it twice as nice
poem by Flying Lemming
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Mind Monkey
Monkeys are
playing on trees...
jump with jump...
Side by side...
Monkeys...
Play...
Watch about mind...
Also play with
The monkeys....
Monkeys did not
watch about me...
o...
mind...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Some say that AIDS came from the monkeys, and I doubt that because we have been living with monkeys from time immemorial, others say it was a curse from God, but I say it cannot be that.
quote by Wangari Maathai
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When You Pick the Ticks Off Monkeys
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove thst itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch,
Every bit!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
You removed the itch.
You removed that itch...
From the tick inflicted monkeys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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