Short Mouthy Poems

Young boy mouthy
talked ugly so,
Mammy spanked him!...

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Mouthy
Blabby

Walking
Talking

Nonstop
Rude flop

Chatty
Hatty...

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Listen to poem:

sniggle snarp to the i flee
frumple fram to me and ye

hearts a croom and eyes a breen
word from mouthy to me queen...

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Coach Alan Brown was incredibly unique  
At eighty he had an athlete's physique.  
A fullback mocked his years,  
Brown hefted him by his ears. 
Since then mouthy jocks have squelched every squeak....

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Mouthy, offensive
Talking rudely out of turn
Learning deficits

Classroom victims-child
Awaiting salvation, and
Great education!


I wrote this for my son, who goes to school and got punished because of the groups wrongly 
talking too much, he felt it wasn't fair. I have been there too....

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Here we go stroke the dog.
Kiss the girl, slowly and sensually.
Drive the car, avoid the cops.
Drink the beer and then some more.
Avoid drugs and mouthy idiots.
Fight like a king only when cornered.
Defend the right to live your life.
Be one step past happiness and remember.
Remember your parents, make them proud....

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"Button your lip!" my mother used to say
I can hear her voice to this very day

Back then we were seen and not heard
You'd better not say even one more word

And if the message was still not clear
Shed reinforce with a swat to the rear

"Button you lip", my dear dad never said
He'd just stammer and his face would turn red

I'm told I was always a "mouthy" girl
Perhaps that's why I give poetry a whirl........

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Don't stand by me, 
if you're going to be mouthy 
and doubt me,
go back and respect my boundary,

your septic perspective and negative pictures will be deflected from my eyes and ears, 
reject through control, selective subjective inspections of your lies, so clear,

I don't need to see photo's for truths,
when dealing with bozo brain youths,

I wont be bullied on the ground and crying to your sly,
I'm the bullet to impound and leave you dying, am I....

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Santa’s workshop was full of singers of every kind of voice.
The loudest one that sounded like gravel was my cousin Joyce.
She was wrapping and humming, and they all sang along.
We are in the best holiday mood! Said the happy elf throng.

They are off key a listening robin said as he stopped to peek.
We don’t care, it is unity, peace, love and harmony we seek!
The robin left, and a heavenly messenger, a red cardinal flew in
Let’s take it from the top, he said. Your voices are all a win!...

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